“There is something outside,” said she; “I do not know what it is. Get up and look, get up quickly!”
Wakara went out and saw piles of deer; he ran back, took his knife and sharpened it. Then going to the top of the house, he called to the whole village, “Come here; come, all of you!”
All the people of the village came soon, and there were so many that the venison was dressed quickly. They cooked and ate in company. Others came from beyond the river south of them, and ate all the venison they wanted. Many sat down under oak-trees and gambled; some shot arrows at marks, and others raced.
All day they amused themselves; all day they feasted, and went home at sunset very glad and praising Titindi Maupa.
West of Wakaruwa, was a large village and many people, all Wakara’s sons-in-law, all married to his daughters; and the chief was Lawalila.
“I wonder what my father-in-law is doing,” said each of these people; “he has very loud talk in his sweat-house. There has never been such talk there before.”
Lawalila called his two sons and said: “Go and see what your grandfather is doing. Your youngest aunt has a husband; perhaps that is why there is such loud talk at the sweat-house.”
The two boys stole up to the house carefully, and peeped into it. The younger saw Paiowa, his aunt, in one corner, and Titindi Maupa sitting near her. Wakara saw the boy peeping in, and hurled a stick at him. The two boys ran home.
“My aunt has a husband,” said the younger boy.
“She has not,” said the elder.