During the night, the _So'-kus Wai'-un-aets_ transformed themselves

into mice, and proceeded to the home of Stone Shirt, and found the

magical bows and arrows that belonged to the maidens, and with their

sharp teeth they cut the sinew on the backs of the bows, and nibbled the

bowstrings, so that they were worthless, while _To-go'-a_ hid himself

under a rock near by.

When dawn came into the sky, _Tum-pwi-nai'-ro-gwi-nump_, the

Stone Shirt man, arose and walked out of his tent, exulting in his

strength and security, and sat down upon the rock under which _To-go'-a_

was hiding; and he, seeing his opportunity, sunk his fangs into the

flesh of the hero. Stone Shirt sprang high into the air, and called to

his daughters that they were betrayed, and that the enemy was near; and

they seized their magical bows, and their quivers filled with magical

arrows, and hurried to his defense. At the same time, all the nations

who were surrounding the camp rushed down to battle. But the beautiful

maidens, finding their weapons were destroyed, waved back their enemies,

as if they would parley; and, standing for a few moments over the body

of their slain father, sang the death-song, and danced the death-dance,

whirling in giddy circles about the dead hero, and wailing with despair,

until they sank down and expired.

The conquerers buried the maidens by the shores of the lake; but

_Tum-pwi-nai'-ro-gwi-nump_ was left to rot, and his bones to

bleach on the sands, as he had left _Si-kor'_.

_TA-VWOTS' HAS A FIGHT WITH THE SUN._

_Ta-vwots'_, the little rabbit, was wont to lie with his back to the sun

when he slept. One day he thus slept in camp while his children played

around him. After a time they saw that his back was smoking, and they

cried out "What is the matter with your back, father?" Startled from his

sleep, he demanded to know the cause of the uproar. "Your back is

covered with sores and full of holes," they replied. Then _Ta-vwots'_

was very angry, for he knew that _Ta'-vi_, the sun, had burned him;

and he sat down by the fire for a long time in solemn mood, pondering on

the injury and insult he had received. At last rising to his feet, he

said, "My children I must go and make war upon _Ta'-vi_." And

straightway he departed.

Now his camp was in the valley of the Mo-a-pa.[1] On his journey he came

to a hill, and standing on its summit he saw in a valley to the east a

beautiful stretch of verdure, and he greatly marveled at the sight and

desired to know what it was. On going down to the valley he found a

corn-field, something he had never before seen, and the ears were ready

for roasting. When he examined them, he saw that they were covered with

beautiful hair, and he was much astonished. Then he opened the husk and

found within soft white grains of corn, which he tasted. Then he knew

that it was corn and good to eat. Plucking his arms full he carried them

away, roasted them on a fire, and ate until he was filled.

Now, when he had done all this, he reflected that he had been stealing,

and he was afraid; so he dug a hole in which to hide himself.

_Cin-au'-aev_ was the owner of this field, and when he walked

through and saw that his corn had been stolen, he was exceedingly wroth,

and said, "I will slay this thief _Ta-vwots'_; I will kill him, I will

kill him." And straightway he called his warriors to him and made search

for the thief, but could not find him, for he was hid in the ground.

After a long time they discovered the hole and tried to shoot

_Ta-vwots'_ as he was standing in the entrance, but he blew their arrows

back. This made _Cin-au'-aev's_ people very angry and they shot

many arrows, but _Ta-vwots'_' breath as a warder, against them all. Then,

with one accord, they ran to snatch him up with their hands, but, all in

confusion, they only caught each others fists, for with agile steps

_Ta-vwots'_ dodged into his retreat. Then they began to dig, and said

they would drag him out. And they labored with great energy, all the

time taunting him with shouts and jeers. But _Ta-vwots'_ had a secret

passage from the main chamber of his retreat which opened by a hole

above the rock overhanging the entrance where they were at work.

[1] A stream in Southeastern Nevada.

When they had proceeded with this digging until they were quite under

ground, _Ta-vwots'_, standing on the rock above, hurled the magical ball

which he was accustomed to carry with him, and striking the ground above

the diggers, it caved the earth in, and they were all buried. "Aha,"

said he, "why do you wish to hinder me on my way to kill the Sun?

_A'-nier ti-tik'-a-nump kwaik-ai'-gar_" (fighting is my eating

tool I say; that's so!), and he proceeded on his way musing. "I have

started out to kill; vengeance is my work; every one I meet will be an

enemy. It is well; no one shall escape my wrath."

The next day he saw two men making arrow-heads of hot rocks, and drawing

near he observed their work for a time from a position where he could

not be seen. Then stepping forth, he said: "Let me help you"; and when

the rocks were on the fire again and were hot to redness he said: "Hot

rocks will not burn me." And they laughed at him. "May be you would have

us believe that you are a ghost?" "I am not a ghost," said he, "but I am

a better man than you are. Hold me on these hot rocks, and if I do not

burn you must let me do the same to you." To this they readily agreed,

and when they had tried to burn him on the rocks, with his magic breath

he kept them away at a distance so slight they could not see but that

the rocks did really touch him. When they perceived that he was not

burned they were greatly amazed and trembled with fear. But having made

the promise that he should treat them in like manner, they submitted

themselves to the torture, and the hot rocks burned them until with

great cries they struggled to get free but unrelenting _Ta-vwots'_ held

them until the rocks had burned through their flesh into their entrails,

and so they died. "Aha," said _Ta-vwots'_, "lie there until you can get

up again. I am on my way to kill the Sun. _A'-nier ti-tik'-a-nump

kwaik-ai'-gar._" And sounding the war-whoop he proceeded on his way.

The next day he came to where two women were gathering berries in

baskets, and when he sat down they brought him some of the fruit and

placed it before him. He saw there were many leaves and thorns among the

berries, and he said, "Blow these leaves and thorns into my eyes," and

they did so, hoping to blind him; but with his magic breath he kept them

away, so that they did not hurt him.

Then the women averred that he was a ghost. "I am no ghost," said he,

"but a common person; do you not know that leaves and thorns cannot hurt

the eye? Let me show you;" and they consented and were made blind. Then

_Ta-vwots'_ slew them with his _pa-rum'-o-kwi_. "Aha," said he, "you

are caught with your own chaff. I am on my way to kill the Sun. This is

good practice. I must learn how. _A'-nier ti-tik'-a-nump

kwaik-ai'-gar_." And sounding the war-whoop he proceeded on his way.

The next day he saw some women standing on the Hurricane Cliff, and as

he approached he heard them say to each other that they would roll rocks

down upon his head and kill him as he passed; and drawing near he

pretended to be eating something, and enjoying it with great gusto; so

they asked him what it was, and he said it was something very sweet, and

they begged that they might be allowed to taste of it also. "I will

throw it up to you," said he; "come to the brink and catch it." When

they had done so, he threw it up so that they could not quite reach it,

and he threw it in this way many times, until, in their eagerness to

secure it, they all crowded too near the brink, fell, and were killed.

"Aha," said he, "you were killed by your own eagerness. I am on my way

to kill the Sun. _A'-nier ti-tik'-a-nump kaiwk-ai'-gar_." And

sounding the war-whoop he passed on.

The following day he saw two women fashioning water-jugs, which are made

of willow-ware like baskets and afterwards lined with pitch. When afar

off he could hear them converse, for he had a wonderful ear. "Here comes

that bad _Ta-vwots'_," said they; "how shall we destroy him?" When he

came near, he said, "What was that you were saying when I came up?" "Oh,

we were only saying, 'here comes our grandson,'"[2] said they. "Is that

all?" replied _Ta-vwots'_, and looking around, he said, "Let me get into

your water-jug"; and they allowed him to do so. "Now braid the neck."

This they did, making the neck very small; then they laughed with great

glee, for they supposed he was entrapped. But with his magic breath he

burst the jug, and stood up before them; and they exclaimed, "You must

be a ghost!" but he answered, "I am no ghost. Do you not know that jugs

were made to hold water, but cannot hold men and women?" At this they

wondered greatly, and said he was wise. Then he proposed to put them in

jugs in the same manner, in order to demonstrate to them the truth of

what he had said; and they consented. When he had made the necks of the

jugs and filled them with pitch, he said, "Now, jump out," but they

could not. It was now his turn to deride; so he rolled them about and

laughed greatly, while their half-stifled screams rent the air. When he

had sported with them in this way until he was tired, he killed them

with his magical ball. "Aha," said he, "you are bottled in your own

jugs. I am on my way to kill the Sun; in good time I shall learn how.

_A'-nier ti-tik'-a-nump kaiwk-ai'-gar._" And sounding the war-whoop

he passed on.

The next day he came upon _Kwi'-ats_, the bear, who was digging a hole

in which to hide, for he had heard of the fame of _Ta-vwots'_, and was

afraid. When the great slayer came to _Kwi'-ats_ he said, "Don't fear,

my great friend; I am not the man from whom to hide. Could a little

fellow like me kill so many people?" And the bear was assured. "Let me

help you dig," said _Ta-vwots'_, that we may hide together, for I also

am fleeing from the great destroyer. So they made a den deep in the

ground, with its entrance concealed by a great rock. Now, _Ta-vwots'_

secretly made a private passage from the den out to the side of the

mountain, and when the work was completed the two went out together to

the hill-top to watch for the coming of the enemy. Soon _Ta-vwots'_

pretended that he saw him coming, and they ran in great haste to the

den. The little one outran the greater, and going into the den, hastened

out again through his secret passage.

[2] This is a very common term of endearment used by elder to younger

persons.

When _Kwi'-ats_ entered he looked about, and not seeing his little friend

he searched for him for some time, and still not finding him, he

supposed that he must have passed him on the way, and went out again to

see if he had stopped or been killed. By this time _Ta-vwots'_ had

perched himself on the rock at the entrance of the den, and when the

head of the bear protruded through the hole below he hurled his

_pa-rum'-o-kwi_ and killed him. "Aha," said _Ta-vwots'_, "I greatly

feared this renowned warrior, but now he is dead in his own den. I am

going to kill the Sun. _A'-nier ti'-tik'-a'-nump kwaik-ai'-gar_." And

sounding the war-whoop he went on his way.

The next day he met _Ku-mi'-a-poets_, the tarantula. Now this knowing

personage had heard of the fame of _Ta-vwots'_, and determined to

outwit him. He was possessed of a club with such properties that,

although it was a deadly weapon when used against others, it could not

be made to hurt himself, though wielded by a powerful arm.

As _Ta-vwots'_ came near, _Ku-mi'-a-poets_ complained of having a

headache; moaning and groaning, he said there was an _u-nu'-pits_, or

little evil spirit, in his head, and he asked _Ta-vwots'_ to take the

club and beat it out. _Ta-vwots'_ obeyed, and struck with all his

power, and wondered that _Ku-mi'-a-poets_ was not killed; but he urged

_Ta-vwots'_ to strike harder. At last _Ta-vwots'_ understood the

nature of the club, and guessed the wiles of _Ku-mi'-a-poets_, and raising

the weapon as if to strike again, he dexterously substituted his magic

ball and slew him. "Aha," said he, "that is a blow of your own seeking,

_Ku-mi'-a-poets_. I am on my way to kill the Sun; now I know that I can do

it. _A'-nier ti'-tik'-a'-nump kwaik-ai'-gar._" And sounding the

war-whoop he went on his way.

The next day he came to a cliff which is the edge or boundary of the

world on the east, where careless persons have fallen into unknown

depths below. Now to come to the summit of this cliff it is necessary to

climb a mountain, and _Ta-vwots'_ could see three gaps or notches in

the mountain, and he went up into the one on the left; and he demanded

to know of all the trees which where standing by of what use they were.

Each one in turn praised its own qualities, the chief of which in every

case was its value as fuel.[3] _Ta-vwots'_ shook his head and went

into the center gap and had another conversation with the trees,

receiving the same answer. Finally he went into the third gap--that on

the right. After he had questioned all the trees and bushes, he came at

last to a little one called _yu'-i-nump_, which modestly said it had no

use, that it was not even fit for fuel. "Good," said _Ta-vwots'_, and

under it he lay down to sleep.

[3] Several times I have heard this story, and invariably the dialogues

held by _Ta-vwots'_ with the trees are long and tedious, though, the

trees evince some skill in their own praise.

When the dawn came into the sky _Ta-vwots'_ arose and stood on the brink

overhanging the abyss from which the Sun was about to rise. The instant

it appeared he hurled his _pa-rum'-o-kwi_, and, striking it full in

the face, shattered it into innumerable fragments, and these fragments

were scattered over all the world and kindled a great conflagration.

_Ta-vwots'_ ran and crept under the _yu'-i-nump_ to obtain protection.

At last the fire waxed very hot over all the world, and soon _Ta-vwots_

began to suffer and tried to ran away, but as he ran his toes were

burned off, and then slowly, inch by inch, his legs, and then his body,

so that he walked on his hands, and these were burned, and he walked on

the stumps of his arms, and these were burned, until there was nothing

left but his head. And now, having no other means of progression, his

head rolled along the ground until his eyes, which were much swollen,

burst by striking against a rock, and the tears gushed out in a great

flood which spread out over all the land and extinguished the

conflagration.

The _Uinta Utes_ add something more to this story, namely, that the

flood from his eyes bore out new seeds, which were scattered over all

the world. The _Ute_ name for seed is the same as for eye.

Those animals which are considered as the descendants of _Ta-vwots'_ are

characterized by a brown patch back of the neck and shoulders, which is

attributed to the singeing received by him in the great fire.

The following apothegms are derived from this story:

"You are buried in the hole which you dug for yourself."

"When you go to war every one you meet is an enemy; kill all."

"You were caught with your own chaff."

"Don't get so anxious that you kill yourself."

"You are bottled in your own jugs."

"He is dead in his own den."

"That is a blow of your own seeking."

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