Hayoue shrugged his shoulders.
"You are young, satyumishe, and your heart is young.

It is like the heart of a girl.

When you have seen many dead men and many dying, you will do as I do,--you will not cry any more." He coughed, and his face twitched nervously; with all his affectation of stoicism he had to struggle against tears.

In order to suppress them completely he spoke very loudly at once,-- "Tzitz hanutsh has nothing to do with the dead, and yet the women lament and its men think over the loss that the tribe has sustained.

I tell you, Okoya, we have lost much; we are like children without their mother, like a drove of turkeys whose gobbler tiatui or mokatsh have killed.