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come spear me." She came out from her stone, ran to the swamp, and passed into the stigu. 

 In the morning Bokäri arrived with her wooden spear, and on the edge of the swamp she strip- 

 ped off her ornaments and put them on a mat, also removing her fine grass skirt, underneath 

 which she vvore a small one of the same kind. „I go spear fish," she thought to herself, „I put 

 him all thing along mat, I no want spoil him along water." She waded out in the swamp and 

 found the siigu which she speared — and the „blood" spurted out with tremendous force, car- 

 rying Bokäri high up into the air, right to the clouds, and finally lodging her in a large tree on 

 an Island called Kusaro, bej^ond Böigu. „Héi!" she wailed, „what's way I come? I no savy what 

 thing chuck me avvay. Oh, Koudabo, my man, I been come long way, I sorry my man. I no 

 savy this place." 



The hiwaiabére, left the dead body of the sügu, made herself look as much like Bokäri 

 as she could, and put on all her things. With a mat wrapped round her head, so that Koudabo 

 could not See her face, she went into his house. Koudäbo, who mistook her for his wife, said, 

 „Bokäri, what name you (what do you want)?" The hiwai-ahére, pretending to shiver with cold, 

 replied, „Oh, Koudabo, my husband, sick he been catch me, I too much cold." Then she asked 

 him, „Koudabo, you make fire," and he lighted a fire. „Bokäri, you take him out mat," he said. 

 „No," the wicked woman answered, „I no can take out mat, suppose I take him, I dead." 



Låter on Koudäbo said, „I go garden now, you stop along house." „No, Koudäbo, my 

 husband, you no can go garden one man (alone), more better I go too." „You no can go," lie 

 objected, „you got sick." But she insisted, „No matter I got sick, I go too. I no can let you go 

 one man, by and by other woman he go take you." So the two went to the garden, Koudäbo 

 Walking in front of the woman, and she sat on the ground vvhile he worked. Presently Koudäbo 

 asked her, „You take out mat, I want see face and body belong you." No, Koudäbo, my hus- 

 band," she replied, „I no can take out mat, I too cold." Then Koudäbo pulled up some taro and 

 said, „Bokäri, you eut him that taro," but she answered, „Oh, Koudäbo, my husband, I too cold, 

 what's way (how should) I eut him, more better you eut him." The man thought to himself, 

 „I no savy whafs the matter this time, he (she) no been all same before, no answer like that." 

 When Koudäbo had eut off the tops of the taro and put the roots in a basket, he said to the woman, 

 „Bokäro, you carry him that basket." „Oh," the hiwai-abére answered, „what's way I carry him 

 that basket, he too heavy. You lift him up, put him along my head;" so he set the basket on 

 the head of the hiwai-abére. 



When they arrived home, the Daväne women said to the hiwai-abére, „Bokäri, you me 

 (we) take him all taro, cook him one place," but the wicked woman answered, „No, no, Koudäbo 

 no speak other man (person) go cook him, I cook him kaikai belong him." „You got sick," they 

 questioned, „what's way (how should) you cook him?" 



The hiwai-abére did not use proper firewood for burning, only rubbish, and the taro she 

 wanted to roast remained half raw. She told her husband, „Oh, Koudäbo, I been cook him good, 

 I no savy what's the matter that taro." Koudäbo said angrily, „More better you me (we) no go 

 along garden, no pull him out taro, you no savy make him proper. More better you me stop 

 along house all time." 



Meanwhile Bokäri was erying in the tree whither she had been carried through the air. 

 She made a small hut up in the tree, and while living there she eut off both her car-lobes and 



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