Kaiutois Wolf
Nátcaktcókaskĭt
Tsmuk Darkness
Wus Kumush
Wuswelékgăs Wus’ Old Woman
Old man Tsmuk and his wife had three sons and one daughter. The
daughter was always thinking about Wus and singing about him.
Wus heard her, but he didn’t know how to get to her, for everywhere
around Tsmuk’s place it was dark. He tried in all directions, but
couldn’t get there. He listened to the girl’s song. At last he thought:
“I can do anything I want to; I am Wus. I will make a place where that
girl will come, and I can see her.” He burned over ground and made it
ready for ges. [11] Then he thought of ges, and it grew there right
away.
One day, when the three sons of old man Tsmuk were starting off to hunt
deer, they asked their sister: “What will you eat while we are gone?”
“I have nothing to eat,” said the girl.
“Not far from here,” said the brothers, “there is ges growing; you can
dig that.” And they told her where the place was.
Wus saw her digging roots and singing, and he thought: “How can I get
near her without frightening her?” He turned himself into an old woman,
put his bow and arrows and quiver into a basket, tied bark around his
legs and head, just as an old woman does, and went to the girl. He
talked like a woman, spoke kindly, asked her who she was, and where her
home was.
The girl was tired; she complained because she had to come so far for
roots.
“Are you very far from home?” asked Wus.
“I have to camp one night on the way back,” said the girl. When she
started for home, Wus hurried the sun down, made night come quickly,
then he said: “Let us sit down and sing songs.”
While they were singing, Wus wished her to sleep. She went to sleep
right away. Then he built a brush house over her; he worked all night,
and in the morning the house was finished. When the girl woke up, she
was in a bright, many-colored house, and she wondered where she was.
When she remembered, and looked around for the old woman, she saw a
handsome young man; his clothes were covered with beads.
The next day Tsmuk’s daughter had a child. It was like any child,
except that it had fox ears. The mother cried.
“Why do you cry?” asked Wus. “Are you sorry to be here? For a long time
I have listened to you. When I have been out hunting, I have heard you
singing about me. If you don’t like me, why did you sing that song?”
“I am not crying about you, I am crying about my baby; I think my
father or brothers will kill it.”
“They will not kill the baby. I have power; I can do anything; I am
Wus,” said the young man.
Wus pushed the sun and made it go down quickly. As soon as the woman
was asleep, he fixed the baby’s ears, made them like the ears of a
person. He did this by thinking hard and wishing them to be that way.
Old Tsmuk and his wife were looking for their daughter. They knew that
Wus had been trying to find her and they thought he had caught her.
They called to her, and listened for her song, but didn’t hear it.
Tsmuk’s daughter wanted to go home; she wanted to see her father and
mother. Wus knew her thoughts, and he asked: “Why do you think of such
things? What I wish for will be. To-morrow you will go home.”
The next morning Wus wrapped up the baby and tied it on a board. The
child was bright and beautiful. It looked like a rainbow.
Old man Tsmuk sent his youngest son to hunt for his sister. When the
young man saw her coming, he didn’t know her, she was so beautiful; she
was different from what she had been before. He ran into the house, and
said: “There is a beautiful woman coming.” When the second brother saw
her, he said: “That is our sister.” The woman was alone, except for the
baby on her back. When she went into the house, her father asked: “What
man have you found? If Wus is your husband, you can’t stay here!”
Wus was a long way off, but he heard what the old man said and he was
angry. He thought: “I will find out if old Tsmuk is mad at his
daughter.” Then he wished the baby to turn to a little fox. When the
young woman took the baby off her back, it was like a baby fox. It was
covered with hair.
“That child smells like a fox!” cried the old man. He snatched it and
threw it out of the house. The mother screamed. Wus heard her, and
said: “Now I will torment Tsmuk.” That moment Wus’ wife was an old
woman. Her youngest brother was so frightened that he lay down and
cried. The baby was crying itself to death, but the mother couldn’t do
anything; she was bent over and helpless, too old to go out of the
house.
Wus thought: “Bring in that child!” That minute the young man got up,
went out, and brought in the baby and put it by its mother. He said to
his sister: “Lie down, and I will cover you up.”
Wus thought: “My brother-in-law is going to like me,” and he was glad.
He gave his own feelings to the young man.
The brother watched his sister, and after a while he saw that she was
getting younger; then he said: “Go to the river and swim. Maybe you
will be young again. I don’t care if you are old, I love you just the
same; but I am sorry for the baby.” He kept the child covered, and it
went to sleep. He went to sleep himself, and slept till the middle of
the night, then he woke up, but he slept again, and when he woke up the
second time it was almost morning. He looked at the baby; it was like a
person. He didn’t go to sleep again; he was afraid to; he thought if he
did the child would turn into a fox.
“Do you know what Wus can do?” asked his sister. “He can do anything.
He can make people old in a minute; he can turn them to anything; he
can move a house or tear it down by wishing. When I saw Wus, he looked
as I do; he was a woman and carried a basket on his back. While I was
asleep, he turned to a man and built a house. The house is so bright
and has so many colors that it hurts my eyes to look at it. If anything
happens to Wus’ child, I think we shall die. When it was thrown out, I
got old; now that it is in the house, I am growing young again.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Tsmuk. “Old Wus is listening to
everything. He listens while he catches mice to eat.”
When the brother and sister started to go to Wus’ house, they didn’t
tell their father where they were going. Soon they heard Wus blowing on
reeds, making music. It was nice and it sounded far off. They followed
the music till they came to the house. The brother stood outside; he
was afraid to go in.
Wus said to the woman: “Why do you let your brother stand outside? Tell
him to come and sit here by me.”
When the young man went into the house, he couldn’t see, it glittered
so; the light was so bright that it hurt his eyes; he had to hold his
head down. Wus said: “I know that you like me,” and he called the young
man brother-in-law. “Take off your clothes and put on these I give you;
then you can look around.”
The sister asked: “When do you want to go back to our father and
mother?”
“In two days I will go,” said the brother.
“Will you take blankets and beads with you?”
“No,” said the young man, “I shall come back; I don’t like to stay
there.”
Wus wanted to go to Tsmuk’s house. His brother-in-law said: “I will
show you the way; you will get there if I am with you.”
They all started; when near the house the young man went ahead. Old
Tsmuk spoke cross to him; asked: “Have you been in Wus’ house?” and he
called Wus bad names.
At last the young man said: “Don’t say such bad things of Wus; if you
do, harm will come to you.”
“How can Wus harm me?” asked the old man. “I have lived a long time,
and nobody has been able to harm me,” and he kept abusing Wus.
Old woman Tsmuk cried; she thought Wus was a nice-looking man, and she
didn’t want to hear him abused. She spread around mats and blankets,
and Wus and his wife went in and sat down.
“Why does your mother cry?” asked Wus.
Tsmuk heard this and it made him mad. He screamed to his wife: “Put
that man off by himself! He smells badly; he will spoil all our seeds
and roots!”
Wus didn’t listen to his father-in-law. He said: “I wonder if I could
find any game if I went hunting?”
“My brothers hunt,” said his wife, “but they never catch anything.”
Wus didn’t want to hunt; he wanted to torment his father-in-law. As
soon as he was a little way from the house, he turned into a fox. One
of his brothers-in-law was outside; he saw the fox, and called: “Look!
a fox is coming.”
Old Tsmuk said: “That is not a fox; that is your brother-in-law. You
see what kind of a man he is!” And he scolded the son who had been at
Wus’ house.
Wus caught a sackful of mice, carried them to the house, and sent his
mother-in-law outside to roast them.
“What smells so badly?” asked old Tsmuk.
“Mother is roasting mice,” said the youngest son.
“Are you going to eat mice?” the second brother asked the youngest.
“Yes. Are you going to stay with father?”
“No,” said the second brother. “I don’t like his way.”
“Then you must eat some of those mice.”
They ate together. Wus spoke to his father-in-law, but the old man
didn’t answer.
“Are you going to be mad all the time?” asked Wus.
“Yes,” said old Tsmuk. “I don’t want you for a son-in-law. I think you
are bad; that you are dirty.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Because you are not a person; you are not a man.”
Wus asked again: “Are you going to be mad all the time?”
“Yes. You have no sense. I don’t like you; you smell badly.”
Wus asked the third time: “Are you going to be mad all the time?”
“Yes. I want you to go to your own place; I hate you.”
“In which direction can you see farthest?” asked Wus.
“I can see far off in any direction I like.”
“What do you see when you look straight east?” asked Wus.
Old Tsmuk looked toward the east. That moment Wus made a great wind
come from the west. The old man’s body melted like snow, and right away
he turned into a black cloud, and the wind blew him off toward the
east. Wus said: “Hereafter, old man, you will have no sense. You will
no longer be a person. You will be darkness, and people will sleep when
you come; but I shall never sleep when you are here. I shall sleep in
the daytime and travel when you come. People will call you Tsmuk, and
will do evil when you are around. They will steal, and will kill one
another, for you are bad, and will give them bad thoughts. I asked you
three times if you were mad, asked you not to be mad.”
The son said to his father: “From quarreling with my brother-in-law you
are no longer a person. I thought you had power, but you hadn’t. You
were calling Wus what you were yourself. I don’t care for you any
longer. I like Wus.”
Wus said to his brothers-in-law: “You will come to my country and live
with me always.” To his wife he said: “I am taking you from Darkness;
now you will change feelings. I will give you the water of life. When
we get to the house, you must go in first, drink the water you find
there, and give some to each one of your brothers and to your mother;
it will change your minds. As you travel, go straight ahead; don’t look
back. If the wind comes from the east, you must go around it. Old Tsmuk
has tried to beat me in many ways; maybe he will try again.”
When they got to Wus’ house, the young woman went in and gave water to
her mother and to her brothers. As they drank, they seemed to open
their eyes, they had good feelings, felt light.
Wus said to his wife: “Off on a high mountain I have an old
grandmother; her name is Wuswelékgăs; I am going to see her.” When he
started, he began to sing. The old woman heard his song, and said: “My
grandson is coming.”
Wus traveled fast; he went like a spirit, and right away he was there.
He thought: “I will cheat her.” Then he said: “Grandmother, I have lost
my mind; this world has made me lose it. When I slept, Gäk woke me up,
and I hadn’t my mind.”
His grandmother said: “I was afraid Tsmuk would kill you.”
“No,” said Wus. “I have turned Tsmuk to a cloud and driven him away.
But he may try to beat me yet; that is why I came to tell you to take
care of yourself.”
“How can I take care of myself? I shall be hungry,” said the old woman.
“I will show you where there are mice,” said Wus, and he took her to a
field where there were lots of them. She was glad, for she would always
have plenty to eat.
When Wus started home, he began to sing. His wife said: “Wus is
coming,” and she pounded roots for him to eat.
When Wus got to the house, his brother-in-law asked: “Will you go with
me to hunt deer on the mountain?”
Wus said: “I always hunt on the flats; I never go to the mountain.”
The brother-in-law went to the top of a high mountain, and when night
came he camped there. Wus hunted on the flat and came back with plenty
of mice. When he got home, his wife had another child. Wus kept awake
for five days and five nights; his brother-in-law didn’t come home.
Wus’ wife said: “I feel badly. I am afraid something has happened to my
brother.”
Wus said: “I know which way he went; I will track him.”
He started out and soon found his brother-in-law lying under a tree.
“What is the matter?” asked Wus. “Why don’t you come home? Your sister
feels badly; she thinks that you are lost.”
“My toe nails have fallen out,” said the young man; “I was going to
stay longer, but I will go with you.”
Wus knew that he had been thinking about his father, and he felt sorry
for him. When they got home, Wus said to his wife: “I am going to a
swimming pond on the mountain; maybe I will have a good dream about my
brother-in-law. Maybe I will find out what is going to happen.”
Wus couldn’t forget his brother-in-law; he felt lonesome. He sang all
the way up the mountain, then he piled stones and worked till morning.
At daylight he fixed a bed of dry grass and lay down and slept. He
dreamed that he heard his brother-in-law say: “I am going away from
you; I shall never come back. I am going to stay lost.”
When Wus woke up, he was crying. He was sorry that he had come to the
mountain to dream. When he got home, his wife was painted. She said:
“We can eat now; the baby is five days old. You must put red paint on
your face.”
Wus painted his face, then he sat down and ate. When he got up, he said
to his brother-in-law: “While I was on the mountain, I had a dream. I
heard you say that you were going away, that you would be a person no
longer.”
The young man was angry; he scolded Wus for going to the mountain.
Wus said: “I will go away myself, then you can stay here; I will change
to an animal, but I will keep a little of my mind.” Wus left his wife
and children and wandered off,—a fox.
The wife cried; the brother-in-law felt ashamed; he scolded her, and
said: “Throw the children out; I don’t want them around here.” The
mother said: “Wus told me to keep the children.”
“I won’t have them here,” said her brother, and he threw them out. The
mother screamed. Wus heard her and put his head to the ground to
listen. Soon he heard his children coming—they were little foxes. He
waited for them, and asked: “What is the trouble?”
“Our uncle threw us out.”
Wus didn’t know what to do; he thought a while then said: “You must
live with my grandmother, old Wuswelékgăs; she will take care of you. I
am going to the end of the world. You mustn’t tell her where I am.” He
took the children part way, then pointed out the old woman’s house and
left them.
Old Wuswelékgăs was glad to have the boys, for she was lonesome. “Where
is your father?” asked she.
“We don’t know,” said the elder boy.
She didn’t believe him and she kept asking the same question till at
last he said: “My father has lost his mind and gone off. He said that
we would never see him again.” Then the boy told her how his father
went to a swimming pond on the mountain and had a bad dream, and their
uncle threw them out.
The old woman felt badly; she asked the earth to give her grandson his
mind. She roasted mice for the boys and showed them how to play with
bows and arrows. One day, when the younger boy was eating, and was
crying for his mother, he got choked with a mouse bone. The grandmother
tried to get it out of his throat, but she couldn’t, and the child
died.
The next day old Wuswelékgăs buried the body and covered it with ashes
and stones. That night she begged the earth to give her grandson his
mind again. She said: “He is off on a mountain at the edge of the
world. You used to have power and strength; now bring back my
grandson’s mind.”
Wus heard his grandmother’s voice and it gave him some strength. He was
only bones; there was no flesh on his body. He started, went a little
way, then sat down and rested. He was too weak to go far.
Every evening old Wuswelékgăs called: “My grandson, my grandson! where
are you now?” And she kept asking the earth to give back his mind. She
talked to Wus, and said: “When you were a child you went to the great
mountain and it gave you power. Now you must go again, and you will get
strength. The mountain will give you your mind.”
Wus heard this and grew strong. He went to the top of Wewékeni, and lay
there five days and five nights. He thought: “I shall get my mind back
here. I am lying on the head of Wewékeni. I am lying where all living
things get their mind. I shall get my mind from the head of this
mountain.” He was glad. He talked loud, and as he talked he looked
toward the west, then toward the east, and told how he suffered. He
looked north and then south; he talked all the time, asked for power.
His mind came back to him a little at a time. Then he asked in the same
way for flesh to come on his body. He heard his grandmother say: “Your
little boy is dead. You must come and see the only boy you have.”
Before he started, Wus spoke to the mountain, and said: “You are my
mountain. I thank you for giving me back my mind.”
When the boy saw his father, he felt lonesome.
The grandmother asked: “Why are you lonesome?”
“I am thinking of my little brother.”
“Don’t think of him; think of your father,” said the old woman.
The next day Wus remembered his first cousin, Kaiutois. He wanted to
see him. His grandmother didn’t want him to go; she said: “Why do you
leave me? I thought you would stay here always.”
Wus said: “I must go; I don’t feel well here.”
“There will be many bad places along the road,” said the old woman.
“You will meet Wekómpmas. He carries great stones on his back; he has
dug deep holes around his house, and when a man falls into one of them,
he throws stones on to him and kills him.”
Wus wouldn’t stay; he wasn’t afraid. He started off and soon he met
Wekómpmas, a big, old man. In his house he had five yans [12] hung up;
they were his medicine, and he didn’t let any one touch or go near
them. Just as Wus met him, Wekómpmas turned and ran home; he felt that
some one had touched his medicine.
Two men went to Wekómpmas’ house; one was a fool. He talked smart and
felt smart, but always did foolish things. Those men saw the yans, and
the foolish one said: “Let’s eat them. Old Wekómpmas says they are
medicine. I don’t believe it. If we eat them and they make us vomit
blood, we shall know.”
Wekómpmas’ sister tried to stop them, but couldn’t. As soon as they had
eaten one yan, she climbed a tree near the house and drew up her child.
Then she listened for her brother.
When he came he called out: “Where are my yans? Where are my yans?” He
killed the two men, then he scratched his arms with his nails and
sucked his own blood. Right away he was a man-eater. He killed all the
people around and ate them. Then he started off to find others to kill
and eat. As he traveled he looked in at every smoke hole, but he found
only empty houses, for everybody had heard of him and had run away. In
only one house did he find a living person. In the house at the edge of
a village was a woman with but one leg. She sat inside making a basket.
When Wekómpmas looked down the smoke hole, he was glad, and said: “She
doesn’t see me! Now I will have something to eat!”
But Nátcaktcókaskĭt had seen him, for she had an eye on the top of her
head. Just as he was going to throw a stone down and kill her, she took
her cane, and, with one hop, went far away, turned into a bug as small
as a louse, and crawled under the rocks.
Wekómpmas tried to get her; he punched the ground with a stick, turned
everything over; but Nátcaktcókaskĭt was a medicine woman, and he
couldn’t find her.
As Wus traveled around, he came to a village where all the people were
crying. “Why are you crying?” asked Wus.
“There is a terrible man-eater in this country; he destroys whole
villages. He will kill and eat us.”
“I will meet him,” said Wus. “Give me strings to tie back my hair, and
don’t make any noise.”
Women gave him bark strings; as he tied his hair back with them, they
turned into beaded bands.
Old Wekómpmas was coming along through a low place at the foot of a
hill. Wus took off his own skin, filled it with grass, and put his mind
in the end of the nose. He left his body in a damp place where it
wouldn’t dry up, then his skin and mind ran off to meet Wekómpmas. As
he got near, the old man put down his stone, and asked: “Where are you
going?”
“I am just traveling around,” said Wus. “Where are you going?”
“I am going around the world,” said the old man, and he began sucking
the blood out of his arms, he was so glad that he was going to have
something to eat.
Wus asked: “What are you doing?”
“Come and lie down on this hole,” said Wekómpmas.
“Why should I do that?” asked Wus.
“It’s a game.”
“Will you lie down when I get up?” asked Wus.
“Yes.”
Wus stretched himself across the hole, and said: “I think you will hit
me!”
“No, this is the way we are going to play.” The old man raised his
stone and struck Wus on the back, but it didn’t hurt him, for his body
wasn’t there. He jumped up, and said: “Now lie down here, old man. I am
in a hurry; I want to go.”
Wekómpmas lay down and Wus struck him a terrible blow, smashed him to
pieces, then he said: “Hereafter people will pound roots and dried meat
with you. You will no longer be a person; you will be a stone pounder
(pestle).”
Wus went to his body, sprinkled his skin with water, got it moist and
soft, and put it on; then he went to the house of the one-legged woman.
He sat on one side of the fire, she sat on the other side. Wus and
Nátcaktcókaskĭt were the only people left in that village. She fed him
roots and seeds. While he was eating, he cried, for he had no home, and
he was thinking where he could go. While he was crying, he fell asleep.
The woman fixed him a nice place, then she woke him up and said: “You
must sleep here where I have fixed you a place. Why do you think about
leaving me? Whoever comes to me can never go away.”
Wus said: “When I came here I didn’t think I would find anybody alive.”
“What do you think now?” asked the woman.
“I think that I shall have to stay here.” Nátcaktcókaskĭt was glad; she
said: “We will raise many children.”
The next morning Wus said: “I will go to the mountain and bring home
some dried deer meat I left there.”
“I will go with you,” said the woman.
Wus looked at her leg, and asked: “How can you go?”
That made her laugh. She said: “I have traveled all my life on one leg.
You must go ahead; I always travel alone. As soon as you are on the
mountain and ready to pick up the meat, I will be there.”
Wus ran all the way. When Nátcaktcókaskĭt thought he was there, she
took her cane, and with one hop came down at his side. Wus was scared,
but right away he thought: “How shall we carry all this meat?”
Nátcaktcókaskĭt knew his thoughts; she said: “You must make a big
bundle of the meat; then go home as fast as you can. I will take care
of the bundle.”
She put the bundle on her back and with one hop was at home.
The next morning Wus killed a deer and made himself a cap out of the
skin of its head. He looked far off around the country, but he couldn’t
see any one. The world seemed empty, and he felt lonesome. He went
home, and lay down by the fire.
His wife said: “I told you not to think of anything, not to be
lonesome. You have been feeling sorry for the world because so many are
dead. You are lonesome.”
The next day Wus killed five deer and brought them all home on his
back. Nátcaktcókaskĭt had made them light. He thought: “Where shall I
put them; there is no room in the house.”
The woman said: “Put them down; there will be plenty of room.” And
there was.
That day Nátcaktcókaskĭt had two children, a boy and a girl. She washed
them, then took ashes from the fire, and rubbed them. While she rubbed
the children they grew fast. In a few days they were running around.
Wus made the boy a bow and arrows out of big blades of dried grass. The
mother said: “That is not right; there are bad thoughts in those
things.”
The next day the woman had two more children, and not long after two
more. She had children every few days, and always two at a time. Soon
the house was full of children. They played together and were happy,
but the mother was sorry that their father had made them arrows for
playthings. She knew that trouble would come from them; that the
children would get to quarreling and fighting.
The house was crowded. Wus had to hunt all the time to get meat enough.
He scolded, but his wife said: “I told you that we would have many
children. If there are too many, you must build another house.”
The mother took no care of the children; they grew up by themselves,
and grew very fast. Soon they began to quarrel and fight with one
another. Wus was unhappy; he wanted to go away from a house where there
was nothing but fighting.
The woman knew his thoughts; she said: “Why don’t you try to find other
people?”
Wus was glad to go. When he started, he said: “Hereafter one half of
the people in this world will fight with the other half. There will be
no peace.”
After traveling a long time, Wus came to a village. A fool lived in
that village; as soon as he saw Wus, he called out: “There is the
father of many children! Look at him!” He followed Wus, and wouldn’t
leave him; he kept calling out: “Look at him! Look at him!” At last Wus
got mad and slashed him with his knife. The fool screamed and ran
around. Every man kept his house closed, no one would let him in. At
last he died.
Wus said: “I didn’t want to hurt you, but you made me mad.” He was
sorry and he sent for Gäk to come and step over the body.
Gäk came, stepped five times over the body, and the man stood up. He
had a good mind now, and was thankful for what Wus had done.
When Wus went home, he found his children quarreling. He lay down
without eating. His wife said: “We won’t have any more children; they
are bad.”
Wus divided the country between his children, gave each twelve of them
a place by themselves. To the first twelve he said: “You will stay
here, you will be called Modocs.” To the second twelve he said: “You
will be near the big mountain and will be called Klamaths.” So he
divided his children into tribes, and made each tribe speak a different
language. Most of the tribes of the west come from that division of
Wus’ family, and Wus named each tribe. To the first twelve children,
the Modocs, he said: “You will be the strongest of all the tribes and
the greatest warriors.”
Wus kept five of the youngest children.
He felt badly about his children, he blamed himself. He said: “Somebody
must have given me the thought to make those arrows; I did wrong.”
Now Wus and Nátcaktcókaskĭt and their five youngest children traveled
north toward the end of the world. When they came to a large river Wus
saw little fish in the water. “I am hungry,” said he. “I don’t want
little fish; I want salmon.” That moment the river was full of salmon.
He caught a good many and took their heads off. Then he said to his
wife: “Cook these fish a long time, for if we eat them raw, we shall
get sick and die. So it will be hereafter; people who eat this kind of
fish raw will get thin and die.”
Nátcaktcókaskĭt said: “I saw deer tracks near the river; I want some
deer meat to eat.” The next morning Wus went to Pakol Keni to hunt
deer. Soon he saw a big stag. As he got near it, the stag hallooed like
a person. Wus thought: “Who can be ahead of me?” The stag hallooed
again. That time Wus heard the words, and he said: “I know who you are;
I know all about you. I used to kill your people to get sinews out of
their backs and strings out of their legs.”
Wus killed the stag and carried it to his camp. When he told his wife
that the stag had hallooed at him, she said: “Something bad is going to
happen to you.” She was angry at him for killing the deer.
Wus wanted her to eat some of the meat, but she wouldn’t and they began
to quarrel.
Wus said: “Give me one of the children and I will go away.”
“No!” screamed the woman, “I will keep them all!” And jumping up, she
said: “Hereafter you will be a black crow! You will no longer be a
person. You will only be good to tell people where dead things are!”
Wus said: “You are like the wind that never stops blowing; you are
always talking. Hereafter you will be a Dó-dó-la and sing all the time.
You will watch for daylight so you can begin to sing, and you will sing
till night comes, and your children will be like you!” And so it was.