Suddenly the young woman gave a start, and a look of joy passed swiftly
across her face, for she saw her husband come around the brow of the
hill far below. She rose quickly and hastened to meet him. As she neared
him, she saw he was bearing on his back the carcass of a young deer,
under the weight of which he staggered up the hill toward her. Running
to him she cried:
"Itatli! Oh, you are come in time! You have been away so long! But I see
you have had good luck this time in your hunting. How tired and thin you
look! Have you been far?" and as she spoke, she took the deer from him,
and laid it upon her own strong shoulder.
"Mota, it is a long way I have been, and I am sorely tired. Let me rest
and have something to eat, and tonight I will tell you where I have been
and what I have seen. How is the grandmother?"
"She is dying, Itatli. She has grown worse every day, and now cannot sit
up, and she lies all day so still - all but her eyes. She tries to
speak, and I am sure she has something on her mind that she wants to
tell us.
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