The old man arose and did so, saying continually, “Oh! My grandchild! Oh! My grandchild!”
It was as much as the young man could do to keep from laughing. At length he said, “Well! Begone! Beware lest you come again and go around my resting place very often! Do not visit it again!” Then he let the old man go.
On returning to the burial lodge, he found the two old men still lying where they had fallen. When he approached them, they slipped off, with their heads covered, as they were terrified, and he let them go undisturbed. When they had gone, the young man hurried home. He reached there first and after washing himself, reclined at full length.
He said to his wife, “When they return, be sure not to laugh. Make an effort to control yourself. I came very near making them die of fright.”
When the old men returned, the young people seemed to be asleep. The old men did not lie down; all sat in silence, smoking together until daylight. When the young man arose in the morning, the old men appeared very sorrowful.
Then he said, “Give me one of the robes that you and your friends cut off and brought back. I, too, have no robe at all.”
His father said, “Why! We went there, but we did not get anything at all. We were attacked. We came very near being killed.”
To this the son replied, “Why! I was unwilling for this to happen, so I said, ‘Do not go,’ but you paid no attention to me, and went. But now you think differently and you weep.”
When it was night, the young man said, “Go again and make another attempt. Bring back a piece for me, as I have no robe at all.”
The old men were unwilling to go again, and they lost their patience, as he teased them so often.