“Son of Mem Loimis, you will be a bola heris; you will be a great gambler.”
Kut was a very quick traveller, and could go in one night as far as his brother in many nights and days. He started. There were holes in the bottom of the basket, and as he went over the sky, high above the top of Olelpanti Hlut, the water dropped and dropped through the holes in the basket, and just before morning one drop fell from the basket which Kut was carrying, and dropped into the basket which Sanihas Yupchi had placed in the middle of the sweat-house at Olelpanti.
No one saw the water come, but in the morning the little basket was full; the one drop filled it.
“Now,” said Sanihas Yupchi, “I have worked as Hlahi all this time, and that drop of water is all that I can get. You see it in the basket.”
The little basket in Olelbis’s house that the one drop filled stood there, and Olelbis said,—
“Now you are dry, all you people in this sweat-house. You are thirsty, you are anxious for water. Here is one drop of water. We do not know who will drink first; but there is an old man on the west side of the sweat-house crying all the time, crying night and day, for water. Let him come and look at it.” He meant Hubit.
Hubit stood up, came, looked at the basket and said: “What good is this to me? There is only a drop there. It will do me no good.”
“Drink what there is; you talk so much about water,” replied all the others, “that you would better drink.”
“That drop can do no good to any one.”
“Well, take a taste, anyhow,” said Olelbis; “it will not hurt you.”