“When I was a boy, my mother used to send me to school, and I did not wish to go there. She flogged and beat me every day, and I cried and lamented so much that a black spot rose on my heart from the beating; that is why there is such thirst on me now.”
“What is your name, and will you go with us?”
“My name is Gulping-a-River. I will go with you if you give me wages.”
“I will give you five gold-pieces,” said the red man.
“I will go with you,” said Gulping-a-River.
They sailed on then to Howling River, within one mile of Dun Kinealy. There they saw a man blowing up stream with one nostril, and the other stopped with a plug.
“Why blow with one nostril?” asked the red man.
“If I were to blow with the two,” replied the stranger, “I would send you with your ship and all that are in it up into the sky and so far away that you would never come back again.”
“Who are you, and will you take service with me?”