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LAvugHING Boy 95 ~ =xid give. Hunger was dead where she was. She was not like The People; life with her would have x Se different, but the trail was beautiful. His cigarette was long dead. Boy Chasing His 2—ow had moved far across the sky. Drowsiness m=gled itself with his thoughts, blurring them, we the night wind blew upon him. His doubts ac wonderments faded and thickened into sleep. Seeping, he dreamed a dream. Perhaps the sight = the ragged, wretched singer and his wife had at it into his head. It was not much of a dream, xx elaborate. He sat by the hogahn fire, and his uncle was | = ing the end of the Coming Up Story. He did . mx really see much, but he knew it was his uncle, | aC he felt angry with him for what he had said | aocut Slim Girl. He knew that the other children | wee there, and that the snow coming through the | sncke-hole melted in the air, and fell on the fire ~ wh little hisses. It was his uncle speaking, it was . ®=d God speaking in his mind; they were the

=—e. None of that was clear; only the old,

=xiliar words came to him, very definitely, | =vien with emphasis, as when one wants to . mroress a lesson upon children. Slayer of Enemy Gods came to the Hunger | Zecple, they say... He said, “Now I am going | = ll you, because you are bad for my people.”