But on the next day his wife had him call in his friends. He called in all of the Eagles. After he had given them all kinds of food, and evening was come, they left him. On the next day he called in the Ravens. After he had fed them for a while it was evening, and they went home. On the day after that he again called in the Eagles. After those had gone home he again called in the Ravens. When eighty boxes of grease and berries had been used up he invited the Eagles to ten more, and they assigned while in the house the work on his uncle’s grave post.[42]
They went to get it. After they had been four days away they came home. My father carved the grave post at once. It was finished. He then raised it, and the potlatch was over. He gave away four hundred blankets, and slaves with them. They gave my father slaves and twenty blankets for carving the grave post.
After that Tcꜝā′nut quarreled with his younger brother. He asked him then why he had not evened accounts at the time when they killed his uncle. And his younger brother made him ashamed. On that night he shot one of the Cod-people through the smoke hole. Again they shot each other. After two days had passed they stopped fighting. And they gave a lot of property for [the one killed]. They made them feel good then. [[391]]
[1] The word used here, Laqꜝalā′m, is properly applied to the tongue of land running out to the modern Indian town. [↑]
[2] Meaning the people of all the families of Tcꜝā′ał. [↑]
[3] See “[Story of the Food-giving-town people],” note [27]. [↑]
[4] The Buffel duck (Charitonetta albeola, Linnæus). [↑]