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As Ture watched, the stranger addressed his
medicine horn, saying, “Oh, my father’s ashes, when I look
over there may porridge appear.”
When he looked, he saw porridge appearing.
He then said, “Oh, my father’s ashes, when I look
over there may a beautiful lady appear." When he looked,
he saw a beautiful lady coming.
Next, he said, “Oh, my father’s ashes, when I look
over there may beer appear.” When he looked, he saw a pot of beer,
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Overcome
by greed, Ture torches his huts.
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Amazed, Ture approached and asked the man his secret.
The man replied, “The secret is my father, whom I
invariably paid honor to when he was alive. Then, as he lay dying, he told me, ‘My son,
when I am dead, burn all my body and put the ashes into
a horn. They will do many good things for you.”
When Ture heard this, he ran to his father. “Oh, father!” he scolded. “What a bad person you are. Other fathers have done many good things for
their children. What
good thing have you done for me?”
Without waiting for a response, Ture jabbed his spear
into his father, killing him instantly. He then burned the body and pressed the ashes
into a horn.
Ture dashed home to impress his wife with his new power
to create anything he wished.
He incited her to burn down their huts and granaries. Like a sensible woman she refused, so Ture torched them himself,
exclaiming, “Watch the good things I am going to bring you
right now.” While she waited, Ture spoke to the ashes,
“Oh, my father’s ashes, when I look over there may porridge
appear. But Ture saw nothing. Nor did his wife. He again addressed the ashes, “Oh, my father’s ashes, when I look
over there may beer appear.”
This time when he looked he saw his spear flying
straight at his belly, and Ture quickly took to his heels.
His wife and children suffered from starvation and
homelessness.
As these tales show, the pleasure that might be gained
by custom-abiding persons identifying vicariously with a
fabulous breaker of rules is unspoiled by any suggestion
of preaching. The tales can be enjoyed without guilt by all
who listen to them.
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