HOW THE RAINBOW-WORM BORE K‘YÄK´LU TO THE PLAIN OF K´‘HLUËLANE.

Now the Rainbow-worm was near, in that land of mists and waters. And

when he heard the sacred sounds of the shells he listened. "Ha! these

be my grandchildren, and precious be they, for they call one to the

other with shells of the great world-encircling waters," said he;

and so, with one measure of his length, he placed himself nigh them,

saying--

Why mourn ye grandchildren, why mourn ye?

Give me plumes of the spaces, grandchildren,

That related I be to the regions,

That uplifted I be to the cloud-heights,

That my footsteps be countries and countries;

So I bear ye full swift on my shoulders

To the place of thy people and country.

K‘yäk´lu took of his plume-wands the lightest and choicest; and the

Duck gave to him her two strong pinion-feathers that he might pendant

them therewith, making them far reaching and far-seeing. And the

Rainbow arched himself and stooped nigh to them whilst K‘yäk´lu,

breathing on the plumes, approached him and fastened them to his heart

side. And while with bent head, all white and glistening wet, K‘yäk´lu

said the sacred words, not turning to one side nor to the other,

behold! the Rainbow shadow gleamed full brightly on his forehead like a

little rainbow, (even as the great sky itself gleams little in a tiny

dew-drop) and became painted thereon, and _í‘hlimna_.

"Thanks this day!" said the Rainbow. "Mount, now, on my shoulders,

grandson!"

The Rainbow unbent himself lower that K‘yäk´lu might mount; then

he arched himself high amidst the clouds, bearing K‘yäk´lu upward

as in the breath a mote is borne, and the Duck spread her wings in

flight toward the south. Thitherward, like an arrow, the Rainbow-worm

straightened himself forward and followed until his face looked into

the Lake of the Ancients, the mists whereof were to him breath and

substance.

And there in the plain to the north of Kâ´‘hluëlane, K‘yäk´lu descended

even ere the sun was fully entered, and while yet it was light, the

Rainbow betook himself swiftly back.

But alas! K‘yäk´lu was weary and lame. He could not journey farther,

but sat himself down to rest and ponder the way.

Outlines of Zuñi Creation Myths Thirteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1891-1892, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1896, pages 321-448 · 第 40 / 77 题