Six times the pig stopped just long enough for the boy to take aim, and then started on before he could throw.  The seventh time, however, it halted on the top of a large flat rock and the boy succeeded in killing it.

He tied its legs together with a piece of rattan and was about to start for home with the pig on his back, when to his surprise a door in the large stone swung open and a man stepped out.

“Why have you killed my master’s pig?” asked the man.

“I did not know that this pig belonged to anyone,” replied the widow’s son.  “I was hunting, as I often do, and when my dog found the pig I helped him to catch it”

“Come in and see my master,” said the man, and the boy followed him into the stone where he found himself in a large room.  The ceiling and floor were covered with peculiar cloth that had seven wide stripes of red alternating with a like number of yellow stripes.  When the master of the place appeared his trousers were of seven colors, [139] as were also his jacket and the kerchief about his head.

The master ordered betel-nut, and when it was brought they chewed together.  Then he called for wine, and it was brought in a jar so large that it had to be set on the ground under the house, and even then the top came so high above the floor that they brought a seat for the widow’s son, and it raised him just high enough to drink from the reed in the top of the jar.  He drank seven cups of wine, and then they ate rice and fish and talked together.

The master did not blame the boy for killing the pig, and declared that he wished to make a brother of him.  So they became friends, and the boy remained seven days in the stone.  At the end of that time, he said that he must return to his mother who would be worried about him.  In the early morning he left the strange house and started for home.

At first he walked briskly, but as the morning wore on he went more slowly, and finally when the sun was high he sat down on a rock to rest.  Suddenly looking up, he saw before him seven men each armed with a spear, a shield, and a sword.  They were dressed in different colors, and each man had eyes the same color as his clothes.  The leader, who was dressed all in red with red eyes to match, spoke first, asking the boy where he was going.  The boy replied that he was going home to his mother who would be looking for him, and added: 

“Now I ask where you are going, all armed ready for war.”

“We are warriors,” replied the man in red.  “And we go up and down the world killing whatever we see that has life.  Now that we have met you, we must kill you also.”

The boy, startled by this strange speech, was about to answer when he heard a voice near him say:  “Fight, for they will try to kill you,” and upon looking up he saw his spear, shield, and sword which he had left at home.  Then he knew that the command came from a spirit, so he took his weapons and began to fight.  For three days and nights they contended, and never before had the seven seen one man so brave.  On the fourth day the leader was wounded and fell dead, and then, one by one, the other six fell.