“Go to sleep,” said Jupka to Hehku Marimi.
She would not obey. She kept her mouth and nose closed, sat awake and would not sleep.
“Lie down; let us talk,” said Tsanunewa. He thought, “If she lies down the smoke will kill her.”
“I will not lie down,” said Hehku.
“Why not? Lie down. We will talk together.”
“I never sleep,” said Hehku. “I am Mapchemaina. I never sleep at night, I never sleep in the day. I do as my father does; he hunts at night and hunts during daylight.”
Jupka filled his pipe again with another tobacco which he kept in his ear, and again he puffed smoke which was very strong, the strongest smoke of all. “This will do,” said he, “this will make her sleep, I think.”
The smoke rose first, then came down and settled like a thick cloud right on Hehku’s head.
“Why this woman tries to trick me?” thought Jupka; “I know more than she does.”
When this strong smoke settled down, Hehku began to nod; her head went first to one side, then to the other; soon it turned backward little by little. Jupka took a large roll of gray wolfskins, slipped it behind her, and she dropped on it sound asleep; lay as though lifeless.