In Samba village, before, there was a man-eating ogre.

His name was Kanayongba.

Day by day, one by one, this Kanayongba was finishing off the people.

Each day they would set someone out for him as his meal.

Then a hunter came wandering down [one day to the place where a girl had been left for K.]

[[The hunter asked, "Child, is there a householder here or not?"

"We're here, grandfather," she said.]] [seems confused.]

Then, "Are you staying here alone?"

"They've set me here as a meal for Kanayongba, grandfather," she said.

"Well now you go inside and start up the fire. Don't be afraid! I'll kill that Kanayongba for you," he said.

So she went in and kindled the fire.

"Now later, as soon as Kanayongba starts roaring, you hide inside the house and stay there!

I'll stay rolled up inside a mat," said the hunter.

Then when Kanayongba gave his first cry — he roared down beside the river.

It was like an earthquake.

Then when he roared again, he roared higher up.

Again it was like an earthquake.

Then when he roared again, it was in the front yard.

The hunter made as if to go inside his mouth.

The hunter came out and told him,

"OK, you're a man-eater, it seems,

so now eat me!

Eat me! You've come to my house all the way up from your house.

Close your eyes!

Open your mouth and hold still! I'll jump into your mouth!" said the hunter.

Then Kanayongba opened his mouth and closed his eyes and stood there.

Then when the hunter took up his bow, he lay down and stretched it with his legs. He pulled it back with his hands.

He shot the arrow — he shot it so that it went into Kanayongba's throat reaching his heart.

He fell over.

When he fell over, it was like an earthquake.

His head went into the river Mewa.

The water was blocked for a time.

The flow was blocked, and then what happened was, when those who had gone up and stayed over in the forest looked down,

they said, "Well, by now he's already eaten her up," and they wept.

They went on weeping and then a bit later when they looked again there was smoke wafting up from the house.

Smoke wafted up.

Even so, they sat silently.

"Has Kanayongba gone or not?" they wondered.

Kanayongba had fallen, and in the house, the one who had been left for Kanayongba's meal kindled the fire.

She gave millet beer to the hunter.

He stayed drinking beer.

When the smoke wafted up, her parents saw it and said, "Well! There's smoke.

Let's go have a look what's going on in the house." When they came down, their daughter was sitting there,

and a man they didn't recognize — an old man — was there too.

They talked: "Where do you live? Which way are you going?"

"I'm a hunting man.

You left your daughter here as food for Kanayongba.

I killed Kanayongba.

I killed him and here I am," he told them.

"Well, then, killer of Kanayongba, take her, our youngest daughter!"

they said and they gave her to him — her parents gave her to him.

Then when their daughter was leaving, the old man and the old woman took counsel and said, "Now what should we give her?"

They took counsel, "Now we'll miss our daughter.

What to give her?

We don't have anything.

We'll give her a ball of wool," they said, and they gave a ball of wool (? pang) to their daughter.

They gave her a ball of wool and afterwards her clan became pangbohang libang — their daughter's sons' clan.

So a clan was born — the sons of the killer of Kanayongba — their name — their clan was called Pangbohang Libang.