“My grandmother,” said he in the night, “I may not come back to-morrow. If anything happens, the bow and the quiver and all that are with them will fall on the bed. You will know then that some one has killed me. But a child will rise from the spittle which I have left near the head of the bed; a little boy will come up from the ground.”
Tsuwalkai Marimi listened, said nothing, made no answer. Tsawandi Kamshu went out the next morning at daybreak, stayed out all that day. At dusk the bow fell with the quiver.
The old woman began to cry. She cried bitterly. “All our people are dead,” said she. “All our people are gone, and I am alone.”
She went around crying; went along the four sides of the house; went to where the bows, arrows, and otter-skin quivers were hanging; cried all that night, cried all the next day.
The Tennas watched for the old woman, watched closely. They wanted to kill her, but they could not break, into the house, and she would not go out to them. They wanted to kill her and put an end to the last of the Hakas.
While Tsuwalkai was crying the second night, the Tennas were near the house listening and watching.
“The old woman is laughing,” said they. “She is having some feast; that is why she is laughing. She must be glad, that old woman.”
Tsuwalkai heard these words of her enemies. “Oh, Tennas, do not talk that way,” said she. “Something may happen yet that will hurt you. Some one may come who will make your hearts sore. You may drop tears yet, you may be sorry.”
The old woman cried the third night and third day. The fourth night she dropped no tears, but she could not sleep. In the middle of the fourth night she heard crying on the ground near Tsawandi Kamshu’s sleeping-place. A little baby was crying, rolling, struggling, wailing. The old woman listened, she heard “U ná, u ná.” She was frightened at first.
“I must be dreaming of a baby, I must be dreaming,” said she. “Oh, my people are making me dream. I hear a noise like the crying of a baby in my sweat-house. Oh, it is no baby; I am only dreaming.”