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Again, when dawn was near, it waked him. So he arose, and truly, 
the old man was telling tales. 
As day came on, and at last reached its height, again he took a saddle. 
“Now, here it is, grandson! Go home! This horse of mine is a sorrel. 
This must be the one you have come to fetch. Go home now! Your father, 
your mother, your elder brother, are suffering much with vain longing 
for you,” he told him. 
“Oh, no, grandfather! It is not this one I have come to fetch,” he 
told him. 
At that the other took back the saddle. Thereupon again he began 
to tell him tales, thinking, “Whether he likes it or not, he shall sleep.” 
But he could not possibly grow sleepy, since he slept all the time; it was 
only the old man who got no sleep. So all day long he told stories. At 
last again darkness fell. 
When he again grew sleepy, again, “I want to lie down,” he said to 
that thing; “Talk to him! I want to sleep! At the time when you always 
wake me, then do you wake me,” he said to it, as he lay down, and the 
old man told tales all night. 
When dawn was near, it waked him again. At last it was day. 
Then at last, “Now then, you shall go home now, my grandson! Very 
pitiable are your father, your mother, your elder brother,” he told him; 
“You have overcome me, my grandson,” he told him; “Come, now let us 
go outside!” 
When the other now took up that ugly saddle and rawhide bridle- 
thong, as they went out of the tent, there he saw those four horses, hand- 
some, each one, and, “Here they are, my grandson!” the other told him. 
“It is your own horse I have come to fetch,” he told him. 
Then, “Very well!” 
Then they went to the lake, and from there, “My horse, come to 
land!” 
Suddenly he saw the water rise up high, just as if it were boiling, and 
at last he saw a horse come from that water, and come to shore, a bay 
horse. It was a stallion. 
“There, this is the one, my grandson! Take him!” 
“Oh, grandfather, take him!” 
Really, the old man took it. 
“There, now, my grandson, saddle him!” 
“No! Saddle him for me!” 
Really the old man saddled it. 
“There, there you have him, my grandson!” 
“Set me on his back!” 
The other set him on its back. It made as if to go back into the water. 
“Ho there, I am giving my horse to my grandson! Come to land; 
he means to take you home with him!” said he. 
Really, it came back to dry land. 
“Now then, my grandson, you have come from afar. Only once will 
you sleep on the way. There where you sleep, horses now will overtake 
you. I prize very highly this one I have given you. When you arrive off 
yonder in your people’s home, then make me an offering of stewed berries. 
And place round the neck of this your horse a garment’s length of red 
