“To the north.”
“I thought so,” said the old man, who knew that his nephew would go to get Wakara’s youngest daughter.
Wakara took all his daughter’s suitors to Tuina’s sweat-house, and they were killed there. Igupa Topa knew this and said, “Wait a little, nephew, I will go with you.”
“Uncle,” said Pun Miaupa, “you are too old. I don’t want you to go; the journey would kill you. I want to travel very fast on this journey.”
“I will go at my own pace, I will go as I like,” said the uncle.
“Well, come with me if you can go fast.”
Igupa Topa dressed, took a staff, and looked very old. “Go on, I am ready,” said he.
Pun Miaupa started. He turned around to look at his uncle, and saw the old man; saw him fall while coming out of the sweat-house. Pun Miaupa stopped, held down his head, and thought, “He will not go, even as far as Wajami.”
The uncle rose and followed on.
“You are too old, uncle; you cannot walk well. Stay at home; that is better for you.”