I had come, back through all those happy people. They were still
joyous and happy, but when they saw that I was not allowed to stay,
they turned on me and helped drive me, too.

"Over the sixty miles I went, weeping, followed by those cruel people,
till I reached my home and stood by my body again. I looked at it and
hated it. Was that my body? What a horrid, loathsome thing it was to
me now, since I had seen so many beautiful, happy creatures! Must I go
and live in that thing again? No, I would not go into it; I rebelled
and cried for mercy.

"'You must go into it; we will make you!' said my tormentors. They
took me and pushed me head foremost into the big toe.

"I struggled and fought, but could not help myself. They pushed and
beat me again, when I tried for the last time to escape. When I passed
the waist, I seemed to know it was of no use to struggle any more,
so went the rest of the way myself. Then my body came to life again,
and I opened my eyes.

"But I wish I could have stayed with those happy people. It was cruel
to make me come back. My other body was so beautiful, and I was so
happy, so happy!"




VIII

KAPEEPEEKAUILA; OR, THE ROCKS OF KANA