Pun Miaupa had a quarrel with his father and made up his mind to leave him. “I am going away,” said he to his father and mother one day. “I am tired of living here.”
The mother began to cry.
“Which way are you going?” asked the father.
Pun Miaupa gave no answer; wouldn’t tell his father where he was going. The father stood up and walked out of the house. The mother stopped crying and said,—
“I want you to go straight to my brother, your uncle Igupa Topa. Tell him where you are going. Do not go without seeing him.”
Pun Miaupa left his mother, went to his uncle’s, stood on the roof of the sweat-house. The old man was very busy throwing out grass that day. A great many people had gambled at his house a day earlier; they had left much grass in it.
“Uncle, are you alive?” asked Pun Miaupa.
The old uncle looked up and saw his nephew, who said,—
“Uncle, I am full grown. I am going on a very long journey, I am going far away. My mother told me to come here and see you.”
“Where are you going, my nephew?”