67. NÛÑ'YUNU'WI, THE STONE MAN

This is what the old men told me when I was a boy.

Once when all the people of the settlement were out in the mountains

on a great hunt one man who had gone on ahead climbed to the top of

a high ridge and found a large river on the other side. While he was

looking across he saw an old man walking about on the opposite ridge,

with a cane that seemed to be made of some bright, shining rock. The

hunter watched and saw that every little while the old man would point

his cane in a certain direction, then draw it back and smell the end

of it. At last he pointed it in the direction of the hunting camp on

the other side of the mountain, and this time when he drew back the

staff he sniffed it several times as if it smelled very good, and then

started along the ridge straight for the camp. He moved very slowly,

with the help of the cane, until he reached the end of the ridge,

when he threw the cane out into the air and it became a bridge of

shining rock stretching across the river. After he had crossed over

upon the bridge it became a cane again, and the old man picked it up

and started over the mountain toward the camp.

The hunter was frightened, and felt sure that it meant mischief, so he

hurried on down the mountain and took the shortest trail back to the

camp to get there before the old man. When he got there and told his

story the medicine-man said the old man was a wicked cannibal monster

called Nûñ'yunu'wi, "Dressed in Stone," who lived in that part of the

country, and was always going about the mountains looking for some

hunter to kill and eat. It was very hard to escape from him, because

his stick guided him like a dog, and it was nearly as hard to kill him,

because his whole body was covered with a skin of solid rock. If he

came he would kill and eat them all, and there was only one way to

save themselves. He could not bear to look upon a menstrual woman,

and if they could find seven menstrual women to stand in the path as

he came along the sight would kill him.

So they asked among all the women, and found seven who were sick in

that way, and with one of them it had just begun. By the order of the

medicine-man they stripped themselves and stood along the path where

the old man would come. Soon they heard Nûñ'yunu'wi coming through

the woods, feeling his way with his stone cane. He came along the

trail to where the first woman was standing, and as soon as he saw her

he started and cried out: "Yu! my grandchild; you are in a very bad

state!" He hurried past her, but in a moment he met the next woman,

and cried out again: "Yu! my child; you are in a terrible way," and

hurried past her, but now he was vomiting blood. He hurried on and

met the third and the fourth and the fifth woman, but with each one

that he saw his step grew weaker until when he came to the last one,

with whom the sickness had just begun, the blood poured from his

mouth and he fell down on the trail.

Then the medicine-man drove seven sourwood stakes through his body and

pinned him to the ground, and when night came they piled great logs

over him and set fire to them, and all the people gathered around to

see. Nûñ'yunu'wi was a great ada'wehi and knew many secrets, and now

as the fire came close to him he began to talk, and told them the

medicine for all kinds of sickness. At midnight he began to sing,

and sang the hunting songs for calling up the bear and the deer and

all the animals of the woods and mountains. As the blaze grew hotter

his voice sank low and lower, until at last when daylight came,

the logs were a heap of white ashes and the voice was still.

Then the medicine-man told them to rake off the ashes, and where the

body had lain they found only a large lump of red wâ'di paint and a

magic u'lûñsû'ti stone. He kept the stone for himself, and calling

the people around him he painted them, on face and breast, with the

red wâ'di, and whatever each person prayed for while the painting

was being done--whether for hunting success, for working skill,

or for a long life--that gift was his.

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