194 IQATSe'lXAQ his myth. [IthnoloSy 



A'lta to'to a'tcax. Ka'uauwe tga'Lwule Laq atxa'xax. Atca'xalukctgo : 



Kow shake he did her. All her fleah come it did. He threw her down : 



off 



"O'npitc ime'xal. Xakct muXugo'mita tkana/ximct. Qia'x itca'yau, 



" Chicken- your name. Not you will make them chiefs. If a snake, 



hawk unhappy 



tcx'i inia'xo. Ime'q; atxala. Nai'ka iqatsIe'Lxaq itci'xal." 



then you will eat it. Your badness. I panther my name." 



T7'anslation. 



There was the panther. He was an elk hunter. Every day he went 

 hunting. One day he found a branch [of a spruce] ; he twisted it and 

 threw it under his bed. It was a pretty branch. [Then he said : j " Oh, 

 I wish you would become a man !" On the next day lie went again elk 

 hunting. In the evening he came home, l^ow he saw cedar bark lying 

 on the ground. "Where do these people come from! They have been 

 playing at disks" [said he]. On the following morning he went again 

 elk hunting. In the evening he came home. Kow there was much 

 cedar bark [in his house]. " Where may these people have come from? 

 They always play at disks in my house." On the third day he went 

 again, and came home in the evening. Now the floor of his house lay 

 full of cedar bark and counters lay on the ground. He went out for 

 the fourth time and came home in the afternoon. When he reached 

 his house he heard batons. Then he became angry. " Where do these 

 people come from ? They always play at disks in my house." He came 

 near the house, then the noise of the batons stopped. He arrived at 

 home and entered. Now counters lay on a plank. [He said:] "To- 

 morrow I shall hide to see where these people come from." On the 

 next morning he made himself ready and went out. He stayed in the 

 grass [near the house] and looked. He did not see anybody. Then he 

 heard the batons moving in the interior of the house. He went home 

 and looked through a hole in the wall of the house. Now there was a 

 youth who played at disks. He struck the rhythm with his foot and 

 sang: "My brother calls me branch of a spruce, my brother twisted me 

 often." Then the panther entered. "Oh, my poor brother, why did 

 you hide yourself before me?" Then the youth was ashamed. He 

 stayed there. The panther said to him: "Stay with me." Then he 

 remained there. Now the panther gave him good arrows, and the youth 

 went hunting deer. Then the panther said to his younger brother: 

 "Go only this way, do not go down the river." He obeyed and went 

 only up the river. He grew up. One day, however, he went down the 

 river. He came to a prairie where he found a chicken-hawk. He shot 

 it and hit its wing. It fell down and ran away jumping. He i^ursued 

 it a long distance. Then he saw a house. The chicken-hawk entered 

 the same. Now he went on slowly. He thought : " Oh, they will kill 

 me. I had better turn back. But I like my arrow [so well]. I must 

 go in." Then he entered and remained standing in the door. The house 

 was full of people who looked at his arrow. All the people looked at 



