were changed into flying foxes, which ever haunt high places, and whose cry is the cry of a soul in pain.
DABEDABE THE GOOD.
This is a tale of the men of Bou, which is in the hill country to the south of Wamira.
A certain man had a pig, which left him and gave birth to her young in the bush. Now five of them were pigs like their mother, but the sixth was a man child, and him his mother loved best of all. Day by day did the six follow her as she sought their food in the bush, and after a time, their footprints being many, the men of Bou knew where they were hiding. So they took pig nets and set out to catch them. Now the owner of the old pig looked at the footprints, and seeing the footprints of a child among them said, "Ye may keep the young pigs when they are caught, save only the one whose marks are these." Then he climbed a tree to look for the pig and her young ones, and in a little he cried "They come, and the brown one is mine. Get ready the nets."
So the nets were made ready, and the five little pigs were soon caught. But the old mother, fearing danger, had hidden the man child, and he was not therefore caught in the net. Then said the owner of the pigs, "Come and help me look for the brown
