human
This sch--sch--schooner, Koogah imperturbably asked;
gpt
It was made of many trees, Nam-Bok snapped shortly.
human
It was very big.
gpt
It is very strange.
human
That is nothing, he said airily;
gpt
Nay, nay, Nam-Bok, cried the head man;
human
It is so, Nam-Bok persisted.
gpt
The steamer is all iron and does not sink.
human
Nay, nay; this cannot be.
gpt
With my own eyes I saw it.
human
It is not in the nature of things.
gpt
But tell me, Nam-Bok, Koogah interrupted, for fear the tale would go no farther,
human
The sun points out the path.
gpt
But how?
human
At midday the head man of the schooner takes a thing through which his eye looks at the sun, and then he makes the sun climb down out of the sky to the edge of the earth.
gpt
Now this be evil medicine! cried Opee-Kwan, aghast at the sacrilege. The men held up their hands in horror, and the women moaned.
human
This be evil medicine. It is not good to misdirect the great sun which drives away the night and gives us the seal, the salmon, and warm weather.
gpt
What if it be evil medicine? Nam-Bok demanded truculently.
human
I, too, have looked through the thing at the sun and made the sun climb down out of the sky.
gpt
But on the morning of the fourth day, O Nam-Bok, Koogah suggested;