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of them, fighting as they went. She continued : " When we all reach 

 the top, we shall go down a short distance on the other side. The 

 Genonsgwa will come to the top and we shall strike them. One 

 lot of us must strike from the east, and the other from the west side, 

 and we must get behind them and drive them forward into the great 

 ravine on the south side of the mountain, where a river runs by. 

 There they will all perish." The Genonsgwa came to the mountain 

 top, where there was a large clear space. Looking around on every 

 side, they saw nothing of the Dagwanoenyents, hence they thought 

 the Dagwanoenyents had gone for food. They had not stood there 

 long, however, when they heard the sound of the wind below them 

 on both sides of the mountain. The noise grew louder and louder, 

 until presently the Dagwanoenyents struck them on both sides, and 

 uniting in their rear, fell upon them from behind also. So terrible 

 were the attack and the power of the Dagwanoenyents, that they tore 

 all the trees out by the roots and swept the earth off the top of the 

 mountain, hurling the rocks and trees and Genonsgwa into the ravine 

 and river below. The Genonsgwa were piled upon one another like 

 the rocks on the banks and in the bed of the river. The Dagwanoen- 

 yents were now dancing on the mountain top, and the old woman 

 said : " We have hurled the Genonsgwa down there and we would 

 better finish them. Half of you go along the ridge running south 

 from this mountain east of the river, and the other half along the 

 western ridge, and blow all the trees and stones and earth into the 

 great ravine." They did this, and when they came together they 

 had stripped the mountain spurs naked. Meanwhile the river forced 

 everything to the end of the ravine, where it piled up the debris of 

 fallen trees in a great dam, so that the river became a lake on the 

 south side of the mountain. This lake is called Hadiqsadon ge- 

 nonsgwa ganyudae; that is, the grave of the Genonsgwashonon, or 

 Genonsgwa people. 



68. HiNON HOHAWAQK^-' AND HiS GRANDMOTHER 



There was a very poor little old woman, who lived in the woods. 

 She was so destitute that she was nothing but skin and bones. She 

 dwelt in a smolcy little lodge and cried all the time, both day and 

 night. Her robe of skins was so old and dirty that one could not tell 

 without difficulty of what material it was made. She had seven 

 daughters, six of whom were carried off one after another by hostile 

 people, while the seventh died. 



The daughter who died had been buried some time when one night 

 the old woman heard crying at the grave. Going to the grave with a 

 torch, she found there a naked baby. The child had crawled up out 

 of the grave through a hole in the earth. Wrapping the baby in her 



