A man in one of the villages had a very beautiful daughter. She was so
lovely that people called her “Morning Sunrise.” Every young man who
saw her wanted to marry her. Three, in particular, were very anxious to
have her for their wife. Her father found it difficult to decide among
them. He determined to find out by a trick which of the three was most
worthy of her.
He bade her lie down on her bed as if she were dead. He then sent the
report of her death to each of the three lovers, asking them to come
and help him with her funeral.
The messenger came first to “Wise Man.” When he heard the message, he
exclaimed, “What can this man mean? The girl is not my wife. I
certainly will not pay any money for her funeral.”
The messenger came next to the second man. His name was “Wit.” The
latter at once said, “Oh dear, no! I shall not pay any money for her
funeral expenses. Her father did not even let me know she was ill.” So
he refused to go.
“Thinker,” the third young man—when he received the message—at once got
ready to start. “Certainly I must go and mourn for Morning Sunrise,”
said he. “Had she lived, surely she would have been my wife.” So he
took money with him and set out for her home.
When he reached it her father called out, “Morning Sunrise, Morning
Sunrise. Come here. This is your true husband.”
That very day the betrothal took place, and soon after the wedding
followed. “Thinker” and his beautiful wife lived very happily together.