The young man found his nation that he had left. Behold! they had recently removed and departed. After they waited some time for him to appear, they had removed their camp and departed. The horse and mule went along, fearing the sight of the old camping ground. They followed the trail of the departing village.
Then the young man saw two people on a large hill, walking in the trail. They were the head chief and his wife who were walking along, mourning for the dead.
They looked behind and said, “Yonder comes one on horseback, following the trail made by the departing village.”
He drew near. They sat waiting for him to appear. The horse and mule feared the sight of them; they sniffed a bad odor.
“Why! Of what nation are you?” asked the chief.
“It is I,” said the young man.
“But which one are you?” said the chief.
“Your son went headlong into a pit when they surrounded the herd,” said the young man. “And I went down to get him. You did not bring me back. It is I.”
As he was very much changed, the old man doubted.
“Fie! Tell the truth about yourself.”