They both remained for a while in silence, until Hayoue heaved a deep sigh and said,-- "Does Zashue, my brother, mourn also ?" "Not as we do," replied Okoya; "yet he is sad." "It is well.

He is right to feel sad.

Sad for himself, for you, for all of us." "Sa umo was so good," whispered the boy, and tears came to him again; but he controlled his feelings and swallowed his sobs.

He did not wish the other to see him weep.
"Indeed sa umo maseua was good," Hayoue emphasized, "better than any of us, truer than any of us! None of us at the Tyuonyi is as strong and wise as he was." "How could the Moshome kill him, if he was such a great warrior," Okoya naively inquired.
"See, satyumishe, he was struck from behind.

In this way a Moshome may kill a bear, and so yai shruy destroys the strongest mokatsh.