human
Has he passed? asked Otaitsa.
gpt
Which way did he take?
human
To the east, replied the other;
gpt
How long is it since he passed?
human
While the crow would fly a mile, answered the young woman.
gpt
Has my husband yet come back?
human
Not so, replied Otaitsa;
gpt
How so? inquired the other;
human
The cunning medicine-man goes not to pray to his Maneto, answered Otaitsa,
gpt
And what wilt thou do next?
human
Nay, I know not, answered the Blossom.
gpt
The sky grows darker--the night is coming on, and we must follow the setting sun if we would not have Apukwa see us. We have yet time, for the gloomy place he goes to is two thousand paces further. Come. Be assured, dear sister, I will call for thy aid when it is needful; and thou wilt as soon refuse it as the flower refuses honey to the bee. Step carefully in the low places, that they see not the tracks of thy feet.