When the soul is released from the thralls of this body and its surrounding nature, it goes to Shipapu, at the bottom of the lagune, where there is eternal dancing and feasting, and where everything goes on as here upon earth, but with less pain, care, anguish, and danger.

Why therefore shun death?
Shotaye was in what we should call a philosophic mood.
Such careless philosophy may temporarily ease the mind, since it stifles for a moment the pangs of apprehension and dread.

But with the temporary relief which Shotaye felt, the demands of physical nature grew more apparent.

In other words she felt hungry, and the more so as, being now almost resolved to suffer death with resignation, it was imperative to live, and consequently to eat, until Death should knock at her door.
She poured a good portion of the now boiling stew into a smaller bowl and began to fish out the morsels with her fingers, while between times she drank of the broth.

The warm food comforted her, gave her strength, and aroused her vital powers, which arduous thinking had almost put to sleep.
She placed the pot with the stew in a corner and sat down again, leaning against the wall.