March, 1905. The Traditions of the Hopi — Voth. 173 



He was very sorry and returned to his home, gathering up, how- 

 ever, the hairs which the children had pulled out of the pitch and 

 thrown away, and he took them along. He meditated about the 

 matter all night, and in the morning went into the timber north of 

 the village again. Finding some cactus, he took with him some of 

 the juice to his house. In the morning he put some of this on his 

 head and again pasted the hair to the juice, which adhered firmly 

 after the juice had nearly dried. 



So he went again to the village. The children seeing him 

 said: "Here he has come again," and once more tried with little 

 sticks to remove his head covering, but they soon found that this 

 time it was not pitch. So he remained there a while, the children 

 again worrying him. Towards evening he went home, and by that 

 time the juice had dried so thoroughly that it began to crack and 

 fall off with the hair. He was now again very unhappy. 



At that time it was piki providing day (piktotoRa) in the village, 

 preparatory for a Katcina dance. The Kalatoto was very unhappy, 

 as he had hoped to attend the dance with the hair on his head. The 

 next morning he again repaired to the woods to get some more pitch, 

 which he found quickly. Bringing it to the house, he again felt 

 happy, thinking that now he would have hair to attend the dance 

 the next day. He was very happy and in the evening put some of 

 the pitch on his head again, pasting new hair to it. He then retired 

 and slept well that night. In the morning he heard the Katcinas 

 dance and wanted to go to the village, but the pitch had gotten 

 warm during the night and the hair and pitch adhered closely to the 

 floor on which he had been sleeping. He made repeated efforts to 

 rise, but could not. So he heard the Katcinas dance and sing all day, 

 but could not get up. As he finally became very hungry and no 

 one brought him anything to eat, he perished there. 



53. THE CHILD WHO TURNED INTO AN OWL.» 



Alfksai! They were living in Shupaulavi, and one time a child 

 was crying bitterly. Its mother did not pity it and beat it. "You 

 are crying," she said; "I am going to throw you out doors. I am 

 going to throw you out to the Owl. " Hereupon she dragged the child 

 out of the house. A large Owl had been close by and had heard 

 the moaning of the child. He came to the child and when he saw 

 the latter still crying he put him on his back and carried him off. 

 He lived in a little cave at the side of the bluff on which the village 



> Told by Siicdhpiki (Sh ipaiilavi) 



