“I see a man who is just big enough to bring water. He has a rabbit-skin blanket, and he has something on his back, something that is nice and bright.”
“Go and get him,” said the chief, “and the thing he is carrying. I wonder who it is that has never heard of me!”
When the old woman got to Góshgoise, she said: “Give me your blanket and quiver.”
The boy walked along; he didn’t say a word.
She went back to her sons, and said: “He looks like a bad man; he won’t say a word, and he won’t give me what he has on his back.” She called him names; she was mad.
Her son said: “Go again!”
When she came to Góshgoise the second time, she said: “Give those things to me, quick; my son is mad.”
Góshgoise was lying on the ground with his head on his hands. He didn’t say a word, didn’t notice her. She talked and talked, but couldn’t get the things. She went and told her sons that the man wouldn’t give her his blanket and quiver, and wouldn’t speak to her.
The youngest son said: “Who can that man be? Has he [[173]]never heard of me? I thought every one knew about me. Go again, and this time be sure to get the things.”
The old woman ran to Góshgoise, and screamed: “Give me your blanket and quiver! This is the last time I’m going to ask for them! My sons are as strong as you are. You’ll give up your things when they come!” She was mad, she looked ready to fight. The Tcpun brothers were watching; they were scared. Still the boy didn’t say a word. When she couldn’t make him speak, she went back to the house.