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NO. 4. SONG OF THE ELF IN THE FIRE 



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TranscriptioD by Helen H, Roberts. 



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TRANSLATION 



Only the last two lines have meaning: "A person who is very 

 kind has put me in a warm place." 



"I did not kxiow that this child is indeed a singer." Again the Old 

 Giant went to sleep. While the Old Giant was asleep, the Elf 

 emerged from the fire, with sparks flying. He took the poker 

 stick and hit the Old Giant on the head and killed him. Going 

 outside and again spitting on the bones, the children began to rise up. 

 Then the Elf told them: "Now I have killed for you the Old Giant 

 who has been eating you up. And now you can go home without 

 fear to where in your homes your poor parents are thinking about 

 you. I also live far away. Also in my home my grandmother is 

 thinking about me. And I also am going thither. So I will bid you 

 good -by. You must go home." Then the children thanked the 

 Elf. They all started out. 



This is why there are no more giants. 



The Famine 



Long ago the people were dwelling at Picuris Pueblo. And once 

 there was a famine. The fields were all bare. The people were 

 suffering with hunger. A few at a time, they left the pueblo, because 

 of the famine. Carrying their blankets and other belongings which 

 they had, they began to go forth, two to five or six at a time. They 

 all went southwest. Some fled, on account of the famine, to San 

 Juan, Santa Clara, San Ildefonso. The men and women were some 

 carrying their babies on their backs, some leading them by the hand, 

 as they went. 



