44 MYTHOLOGY OF THE NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS. 
THE CIN-AU-AV BROTHERS DISCUSS MATTERS OF IMPORTANCE TO THE 
PEOPLE. 
Once upon a time the Cin-ai-déiv brothers met to consult about the 
destiny of the U-in-kd-réts. At this meeting the younger said: “ Broth- 
er, how shall these people obtain their food? Let us devise some good 
plan for them. I was thinking about it all night, but could not see what 
would be best, and when the dawn came into the sky I went to a 
mountain and sat on its summit, and thought along time; and now I 
can tell you a good plan by which they can live. Listen to your youn- 
ger brother. Look at these pine trees; their nuts are sweet; and there 
is the us, very rich; and there is the apple of the cactus, full of juice ; 
on the plain you see the sunflower, bearing many seeds—they will be 
good for the nation. Let them have all these things for their food, and 
when they have gathered a store they shall put them in the ground, or 
hide them in the rocks, and when they return they shall find abundance, 
and having taken of them as they may need, shall go on, and yet when 
they return a second time there shall still be plenty; and though they 
return many times, as long as they live the store shall never fail; and 
thus they will be supplied with abundance of food without toil.” “Not 
so,” said the elder brother, “for then will the people, idle and worthless, 
and having no labor to perform, engage in quarrels, and fighting will 
ensue, and they will destroy each other, and the people will be lost to 
the earth; they must work for all they receive.” Then the younger 
brother answered not, but went away sorrowing. 
The next day he met the elder brother and accosted him thus: “ Broth- 
er, your words were wise; let the U-in-kd-réts work for their food. But 
how shall they be furnished with honey-dew? I have thought all night 
about this, and when the dawn came into the sky I sat on the summit 
of the mountain and did think, and now I will tell you how to give them 
honey-dew: Let it fall like a great snow upon the rocks, and the women 
shall go early in the morning and gather all they may desire, and they 
Shall be glad.” “No,” replied the elder brother, “it will not be good, 
my little brother, for them to have much and find it without toil; for 
they will deem it of no more value than dung, and what we give them 
for their pleasure will only be wasted. Inthe nightit shall fall in small 
drops on the reeds, which they shall gather and beat with clubs, and 
then will it taste very sweet, and having but little they will prize it the 
more.” And the younger brother went away sorrowing, but returned 
the next day and said: ‘My brother, your words are wise; let the 
women gather the honey-dew with much toil, by beating the reeds with 
flails. Brother, when a man or a woman, or a boy or a girl, or a little 
one dies, where shall he go? I have thought all night about this, and 
