XX. MÏSCELLANEOUS TALES (no. 456-498). 

 A. NARRATIVES ABOUT PEOPLE (no. 456-477). 



HAWIA, THE WHITE HERON, PONIPONI, THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL, AND HER SUITORS 



(no. 456-457). 



THE DISGUISED BOY WITH SORES. 



456. A certain lâsa boy had very bad ulcerated sores ail over his body and always stayed 

 in the house. No one lived at that place except the boy and some girls. Every day a fevv of the 

 giiis went to make sago and the others to catch crabs, and when they had finished, they returned 

 to the house. Only one girl felt sorry for the sick boy, and she took a little pièce of sago and 

 threvv it to him without going close to him. The others did not trouble about him in the least. 

 When they had ail eaten they went to sleep. 



In the morning they got up. Those girls who had been making sago on the previous 

 day went to catch fish, and those who had been fîshing went to make sago. When they returned 

 in the evening, the one girl alone pitied the boy and threw him a small pièce of fish. She did 

 not want to go close to him, thinking, „That thing he got, by-and-by learn (catches) me fellow." 

 Those girls who brought sago from the bush did not give him any. The wind had blown ashes 

 over the girls' beds, and they grumbied at the boy, „What name (why) you go humbug bed 

 belong me fellow?" The boy said, „I no been humbug, what's way I go? I got sore ail over." 

 The girl who had given him fish said to the others, ,,You no grovvl along him, ail you fellow no 

 been give him no kaikai." 



The next morning the girls again went out. Those who had been making sago on the 

 previous day left that work half done and went to catch fish, and those who had been fishing 

 went to make sago. The boy got up: „Nobody hère?" Looking to the right and left and along 

 the path to the bush he did not see anybody. He went to the creek to swim and cleaned his 

 sores, washing off all the ashes and dirt. When he came back, he iay down again close to the 

 fire and put some ashes over himself, lest the girls should know where he had been. 



When the others came back, the same girl threw a pièce of sago to the bo.\- saying, „I 

 no been catch fish, to-morrow I go." The boy lifted his head a little and said in a faint voice, 

 „Ail right." „You no come too close to," he whispered to the girl, „you stop, î make small 

 yarn along you. You go eut him palmtree, pàruu, eut him small pièce, split him, you stow him 



Tom. XLVII. 



