There were two houses on the shore, one a little way above the other. As they went up, the mother suddenly saw that her son was going into the one nearest the shore. And she cried:
"Ha-a; Ha-a! When your father beat me, I always ran in there. Go to the one up above."
And now the boy made his face fierce, and thrust in his head at the doorway, and all those inside fell down dead with fright. He would have beaten his father, but his father had died long since. Then he went down again to the bottom of the sea.
When the day dawned, the people from the house nearest the shore came out and said:
"Ai! What footsteps are these, all full of seaweed?"
And seeing that the tracks led up to the house a little way above, they followed there, and found that all inside had died of fright.
