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“Grandfather, let me lie down! Let me listen to you that way!” he 
asked him. 
“Very well!” — for if he slept, the old man would kill him. 
So now he lay down. 
“Now then,” he said to that thing which he had between his garments 
here; this he said to it: “I am sleepy! I want to sleep! Speak to this old 
man whenever he speaks to you! When dawn is at hand, then wake me!” 
he told it. 
“Yes!” 
So now he went to sleep. And as the old man went on with his stories, 
whenever he said to him, “Grandson!” that beaver-owl skin would answer, 
“Yes, I hear!” and to his, “You are following my story, are you?” the 
other would answer, “Yes!” 
But as for the youth, he had a good sleep. When it perceived that 
dawn was near, it waked the youth, like this, pecking at him with its 
beak. So he awoke; he rose to his feet. 
Then daylight came. All this time he and his grandfather had been 
sitting up. 
When it was almost noon, he gave him another saddle. 
“Now, grandson, my horse that you have come to fetch is standing 
outside here, a black horse,” he told him. 
“Oh, it is not this one I have come to fetch!” he told him. 
“Indeed?” 
Then, when the other had put back the saddle, again he told him 
stories, intending that he should not sleep. At last darkness came again, 
while the other told tales without cease. 
Again, when he felt sleepy, “Let me lie down,” he asked him. 
Again he lay down, and again placed that thing here. 
“Always speak to him ! I want to sleep ! When dawn is near, you will 
wake me!” he told it. 
So then, when he slept, whenever the other said to him, “My grandson!” 
that thing which was watching through the night would say to him, “Yes, 
I hear!” 
When daylight was near, again it woke him. Then he arose. 
When it w^as full day, the other again gave him a saddle. 
“Now, grandson, here it is! Go home! Now I shall give you a roan 
horse. Go home! Your kinsfolk are suffering much with longing for you,” 
he told him. 
“No!” he said to the other. 
At that the other took back the saddle. Then he again told him 
stories, intending that he should not sleep. All day he told him stories. 
At last darkness came, and still the other was telling him tales. At last 
it was deep night. 
When again he felt sleepy, again he lay down, saying, “Always answer 
him!” to that skin of the little Round-Eye; “Talk always to him! I want 
to sleep! At the time when you always wake me, then you will wake me!” 
he said to it. 
Then he lay down. That old man did not know that he was telling 
his tales to that skin of a beaver-owl, but thought, “It is that youth who 
always speaks to me; truly, he is a long time going to sleep,” he thought 
of that youth, thinking, “For three nights he has not slept,” as he kept 
on with his tales. 
