Two men from Edulac went fishing. While thus occupied by the river they heard a noise in the distance.
"It sounds like a cry", said one, and presently there appeared some men in canoes who invited them to join the party on their adventure. One of the young men refused to go, on the ground of family ties, but he other offered to go.
"But there are no arrows", he said.
"The arrows are in the boat", was the reply.
He thereupon took his place, while his friend returned home. The party paddled up the river to Kaloma, and began to land on the banks of the river. The enemy came rushing upon them, and some sharp fighting ensued. Presently some one was injured, and the cry was raised that the enemy were ghosts.
The party returned down the stream, and the young man arrived home feeling none the worse for is experience. The next morning at dawn he endeavoured to recount his adventures. While he was talking something black issued from his mouth. Suddenly he uttered a cry and fell down. His friends gathered round him.
But he was dead.
(from Bartlett, Remembering, 1932/1995, p. 66 -- transcript of a recall protocol taken after 20 hours)