She spoke to him as she never spoke to any other.
"Too much seeing, it is death," he answered.

"Men die with too much seeing.

I have seen them die.

To look hard through deerskin curtains, to see through the rock, to behold the water beneath the earth, and the rocks beneath the black waters, it is for man to see if he has a soul, but the seeing--behold, so those die who should live!" "I live, Tekewani, though I saw the teeth of rocks beneath the black water," she urged gently.
"Yet the half-death came--" "I fainted, but I was not to die--it was not my time." He shook his head gloomily.

"Once it may be, but the evil spirits tempt us to death.