“We have a man here,” said the chief, “who can see through a tree, who can see down through the earth to bed rock, who can see through a mountain. You can take him to-morrow night with you. He is Siwegi.”
Ahalamila went to Siwegi. “Will you go to-morrow night to look for fire?” asked he.
“I will go if the way is not too long.”
“Oh,” said Ahalamila, “it will not be long. I will shorten it.”
Siwegi agreed to go; and when the time came, they started. Ahalamila doubled up the trail and made it short; in an hour they were on the top of Wahkalu, both ready now to look for fire. The night is very dark; they can see the smallest fire easily.
They look to the east, look with great care, look a good while, see no fire; they look to the north in the same way, see no fire; they look to the west, no fire there. Now Ahalamila looks south, looks a long time, and sees nothing: he looks half an hour to the south, sees a little glimmer like a light very far away.
“Siwegi,” said he, “I see a small light down south; it seems like fire far away. I think it is fire.”
“Look again,” said Siwegi, “look sharply. Maybe it is fire.”
“I have looked enough, I think it is fire,” said Ahalamila; “but I want you to see it, I want you to look now.”
Siwegi looked a little while. “Yes, that is fire,” said he.