The old men looked at each "You mean, he said, "it actually was an other in supreme disgust. "That omen, and he knew witches sometimes Polonius truly was a fool and a send false ones. Hamlet was a fool not man who knew nothing! to go to one skilled in reading omens and divining the truth in the first place A man-who-sees-the-truth could have told him how his father died, if he really had been poisoned, and if there was witchcraft in it: then hamlet could have called the elders to settle the matter The shrewd elder ventured to disagree Because his fathers brother was a great chief, one-who-sees-the-truth might therefore have been afraid to tell it. i think it was for that reason that a friend of hamlet's father-a witch and an elder-sent an omen so his friends son would know. Was the omen true?” Yes, I said, abandoning ghosts and the devil; a witch-sent omen it would have to be. "It was true, for when the storyteller was telling his tale before ll the homestead, the great chief rose in fear. Afraid that Hamlet knew his secret he planned to have him killed. The stage set of the next bit presented some difficulties of translation. I began cautiously. The great chief told Hamlet's mother to find out from her son what he knew. But because a womans children are always first in her heart, he had the important elder Polonius hide behind a cloth that hung against the wall of Hamlet,'s mothers sleeping hut. Hamlet started to scold his mother for what she had done There was a shocked murmur from everyone a man should never scold his mother She called out in fear, and Polonius moved behind the cloth Shouting, A rat! Hamlet took his machete and slashed through the cloth I paused for dramatic effect.“ He had killed polonius.” The old men looked at each other in supreme disgust. That Polonius truly was a fool and a man who knew nothing! What child would not know enough to shout, 'It's me! "With a pang, i remembered that these people are ardent hunters always armed with bow, arrow, and machete at the first rustle in the grass an arrow is aimed and ready, and the hunter shouts Game! "If no human voice answers immediately, the arrow speeds on its way. Like a good hunter, Hamlet had shouted, " Arat“You mean,” he said, “it actually was an omen, and he knew witches sometimes send false ones. Hamlet was a fool not to go to one skilled in reading omens and divining the truth in the first place. A man-who-sees-the-truth could have told him how his father died, if he really had been poisoned, and if there was witchcraft in it; then Hamlet could have called the elders to settle the matter.” The shrewd elder ventured to disagree. “Because his father’s brother was a great chief, one-who-sees-the-truth might therefore have been afraid to tell it. I think it was for that reason that a friend of Hamlet’s father—a witch and an elder—sent an omen so his friend’s son would know. Was the omen true?” “Yes,” I said, abandoning ghosts and the devil; a witch-sent omen it would have to be. “It was true, for when the storyteller was telling his tale before all the homestead, the great chief rose in fear. Afraid that Hamlet knew his secret he planned to have him killed.” The stage set of the next bit presented some difficulties of translation. I began cautiously. “The great chief told Hamlet’s mother to find out from her son what he knew. But because a woman’s children are always first in her heart, he had the important elder Polonius hide behind a cloth that hung against the wall of Hamlet’s mother’s sleeping hut. Hamlet started to scold his mother for what she had done.” There was a shocked murmur from everyone. A man should never scold his mother. “She called out in fear, and Polonius moved behind the cloth. Shouting, ‘A rat!’ Hamlet took his machete and slashed through the cloth.” I paused for dramatic effect. “He had killed Polonius.” The old men looked at each other in supreme disgust. “That Polonius truly was a fool and a man who knew nothing! What child would not know enough to shout, ‘It's me!’” With a pang, I remembered that these people are ardent hunters, always armed with bow, arrow, and machete; at the first rustle in the grass an arrow is aimed and ready, and the hunter shouts “Game!” If no human voice answers immediately, the arrow speeds on its way. Like a good hunter, Hamlet had shouted, “A rat!” The old men looked at each other in supreme disgust. "That Polonius truly was a fool and a man who knew nothing!