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Dzemang continues to tell me all sorts of things. Fortunately his talkativeness is never ceasing. He says his father, Pongyong, had taught him (165) already as a young boy to be completely honest. Once while he and his friends speared another man's pig at night and divided it as the young boys sometimes used to do, and he then brought home a piece, his father made an enormous fuss, threw away the meat and forced the culprits to pay a fine to the pig's owner. Apparently Pongyong was a god-fearing man who trusted in the justice of Ghawang. |
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Once when he was rebuilding his house, one of his helpers stole a chunga which contained 35 Rs. Pongyong had kept it in the rafters and had forgotten about it in the confusion of pulling down the house. He thought he knew who had taken the money but he had no proof. The man accused denied knowing anything about the rupees. Then Pongyong cursed him and said "Oh Ghawang, the man who has stolen my money should not stay alive as I am beyond tomorrow". (See notebook 9 p. 156). Soon afterwards the man became ill, made one sacrifice after the other until Pongyong's rupees and his own possessions were all gone. In fact he did not die (166) but is still alive today as a poor and landless man who does not work on the fields. |
