Three days afterwards, black fellows go and make a fire by the creek.

They chase the widow and her sisters, who might have been her husband's wives, down to the creek.

The widow catches hold of the smoking bush, puts it under her arm, and jumps into the middle of the creek; as the smoking bush is going out she drinks some of the smoky water.

Then out she comes, is smoked at the fire; she then calls to those in the camp, and looks towards her husband's grave and calls again; his spirit answers, and the blacks call to her that they have heard him.
After that she is allowed to speak; she had been doomed to silence since his death, but for lamentations.

She goes to the new camp, where another big smoke is made.