Each day for three days an orphan boy heard those words. When he got home, the third night, he said: “Grandmother, in the woods I hear a man talking and crying. I thought no one lived around here.”
“What does he say?”
When the boy told, the old woman said: “That is my brother,” and she began to cry. Then she told Góshgoise, the boy, about the Yaukûl brothers. “To-morrow I am going to see that man,” thought Góshgoise. The grandmother knew his thoughts; she knew he would try to kill the Yaukûls.
The next morning old Yaukûl said to her sons: “There is snow on the ground.”
The youngest son said: “Tell the Tcpun brothers to go for rabbits.”
She went to their house and said: “This is a good day to hunt rabbits; my sons are hungry for meat.”
The youngest brother started off. He killed rabbits by calling them to him and dropping large stones on them. That day the boy was watching; he saw the man a long way off, saw him kill a rabbit, skin it, and then build a fire. He went toward him, and when near hid behind bushes. When the man turned to pick up sticks, he saw the boy and was scared. He said: “I never saw you before; I didn’t know there was any one like you living around here.”
“My grandmother and I live among the rocks,” said the boy. “I came to see you; I often hear you cry. Why can’t you eat what you kill? I wouldn’t kill, if I couldn’t eat.”
“Where I live, nobody can eat,” said the man; “the Yaukûls would kill them. They have killed your father and all your people. I am sorry you heard me crying. I don’t want them to find you; I want you to grow to be a man. That is why I never looked for you.”
“Why don’t you cook another rabbit?” [[171]]