“You lame mannikin,
Don’t you think it a sin
To pen up your daughter?
—Say, Agodaguada—
To shut up your daughter,
Don’t you think it a sin?”
Sometimes he aimed an arrow or a stone at the place from which the voice sounded, and then a great dark body would go lumbering and crashing away through the forest, and Agodaguada would know that it was one of the buffaloes that had followed him.
HE SPOKE TO HER IN THE SOFTEST VOICE HE COULD MANAGE
One day, when Agodaguada was far from home, his daughter climbed up on top of the lodge, and sat there to comb her hair, for it was very long. Every now and then she stopped to listen and look about her, to make sure there was no danger.