He looked full of concern, and shaking his head, said, “No, no, Friday tell them to live good; tell them to pray God; tell them to eat corn-bread, cattle flesh, milk; no eat man again.” “Why, then,” said I to him, “they will kill you.”
Je lui demandai alors s'il voudrait s'en retourner; il sourit à cette question, et me dit qu'il ne pourrait pas nager si loin.