“Oh, my aunt,” said he, “that is not your baby. Where did you find that little boy?”
She told him the same story that she had told her grandson.
The baby grew quickly, grew large in a little while.
“Oh, my aunt,” said Dari Jowa, “give this boy to me. I want to hear him talk. I want him for myself. I will take good care of him. I want to hear him talk, I want to hear him shout. He will be a great shouter. Oh, my aunt, give this little boy to me.”
The old woman agreed at last. Dari Jowa took the boy and called him Ilhataina. One day Dari Jowa brought Ilhataina to the sweat-house and said, “Talk now.”
Ilhataina began to talk, and the sweat-house trembled. He shouted; the whole earth shook. He was thundering.