`` there was a young woman in our tribe named misty-water , and she and i had decided that we should mate . it wasnt the words , but the feeling i needed her to hear . chew it off with her teeth ? yes , my boy is eleven , and my daughter will turn seventeen soon , said ana . vincent hurried toward it and i followed behind him . do n't forget to toss some bread and water in every now and again , sir . '' 