human
I but stretched them up in the sun by the side-wall of the house, Hooniah disclaimed for the thousandth time to her Thlinget sisters.
gpt
I but stretched them up and turned my back; for Di Ya, dough-thief and eater of raw flour that he is, with head into the big iron pot, overturned and stuck there, his legs waving like the branches of a forest tree in the wind. And I did but drag him out and twice knock his head against the door for riper understanding, and behold, the blankets were not!
human
The blankets were not!
gpt
A great loss, one added. A second,
human
Never were there such blankets. And a third,
gpt
We be sorry, Hooniah, for thy loss. Yet each woman of them was glad in her heart that the odious, dissension-breeding blankets were gone.
human
I but stretched them up in the sun,
gpt
Yea, yea, Bawn spoke up, wearied.
human
But there were no gossips in the village from other places. Wherefore it be plain that some of our own tribespeople have laid unlawful hand upon the blankets.
gpt
How can that be, O Bawn? the women chorussed indignantly.
human
Who should there be?
gpt
Then has there been witchcraft,
human
Ay, Hooniah affirmed, the latent malignancy of her nature flashing into a moment's exultation.
gpt
And word has been sent to Klok-No-Ton, and strong paddles. Truly shall he be here with the afternoon tide.