“You mustn’t go,” said his mother-in-law; “you must wait for the canoe.”
He went to the top of the high mountain, and looking off, saw on the water something as big as a hill. “That must be an island,” thought he. When he went back to Tsmuk’s house, he said to his mother-in-law: “In the water there is an island as big as a hill.”
“That must be the canoe,” said the mother-in-law, and she went out to see.
As soon as Tsmuk and his son left the island, they fell asleep, and they slept till they were near land. Old Tsmuk woke up first. He wanted to talk; he shook his son, and asked: “What do you think of your brother-in-law?”
“I like him,” said the son. [[182]]
That moment the canoe stopped; it was sinking, but the old woman spoke to it, called: “Come farther! Come farther!” The canoe stopped sinking. She made a rope of deerskin, threw one end of it to Tsmuk and began to pull the canoe toward land. Under her arm she had her daughter’s baby.
When Tsmuk saw the baby, he was glad; he wanted to get ashore quickly. He went to the end of the canoe and ran forward to jump, but he hit the canoe and pushed it away. The old woman had to talk a long time and make the wind blow in every direction, before she could get it back again. Old Tsmuk was so scared that he couldn’t speak, and he couldn’t hear.
His wife was scared and mad; she screamed to him: “You have made lots of trouble. You will no longer be a person; you will be darkness, to be used when people want to sleep!” And so it was.
Góshgoise and his wife went to his grandmother’s house, and old woman Tsmuk and her sons went with them. The daughter kept the ball of light by her side, and when people saw them coming they were scared, and said: “Those people are coming to kill us.” But as soon as the grandmother saw them, she said: “That man is my grandson!” Then every one was glad.
After that, Góshgoise lived in his own country, with his wives, his grandmother, and all his kin. [[183]]