PARSONS] FOLK TALES 389 



Sand people boys said they did not want to run because the Yellow 

 Sand people were too tricky. The White Sand people kabede said, 

 "I will get you out of the trouble." The boys asked him since there 

 were no toynin (medicine men) there how could he run against the 

 Yellow Sand people who had so much power. He said he was going 

 to get his power from the thought of God.*' His people did not know 

 yet that he was a powerful boy. 



He (big headed boy) said he would take up the bet with the YeUow 

 Sand people. All he wanted was for his people to think they were 

 going to beat. So they sent word to YeUow Sand people they would 

 race as they wanted. After the YeUow Sand people got this word 

 from the Wliite Sand people who were very few and loiew nothing, 

 on the fourth day Ln the morning at sunrise they all came together 

 where they were going to start. The Yellow Sand boy did not know 

 he was going to race with a powerful man and he was happy because 

 he was going to turn himself into a hawk. Wlien he told them 

 good-bye he told them to expect him about noon. Then White Sand 

 boy told his people, "I am going. Good-bye. If God help me, I 

 will be back by sundown." Away they went. The White Sand 

 people stayed crying, thinking they were going to lose their lives by 

 simdown. The Yellow Sand people stayed laughing and dancing and 

 singing because they were so sure they were going to beat. When 

 the two racers got out of sight of the people, the Yellow Sand man 

 turned himself into a hawk. Away he flew ahead. "Good-bye!" he 

 said to the little boy. "If joxi are lucky (akamuun), you will catch 

 up with me. If you are not lucky, you are going to stay here." 

 Big headed boy answered, "Good-bye, my friend! If you are lucky, 

 God will help you. If you are not lucky, I will overtake you." As 

 soon as the hawk flew away, the Uttle boy started to smoke. Every 

 time he smoked, the clouds began to come out. The more he smoked, 

 the more clouds came out. Pretty soon he turned himself into a 

 little deer (piude). Pretty soon it started to rain hard. The harder 

 it ramed, the stronger the little deer got. The stronger the little 

 deer got, the weaker the hawk got until he could not fly any more. 

 Finally when he overtook the hawk, Hawk was sitting on a tree 

 crying and as wet as he could be. When the little deer passed by,, 

 he said to Hawk, "Do not cry, my friend, keep up! I did not cry 

 when you passed me." 



After he had gone a long way ahead of Hawk, the sim started to 

 shine again. It got so hot that the little deer got tired. Then 

 Hawk overtook him. Then Hawk said, "This is the way I am going 

 to do with you. Now, you stay where you belong." Little Deer 

 answered, "AU right, my friend. If God help you, go on. I will 



" Thus freely translated was kimka'awei (our (atber) atika'an (fathers). Ati was translated Indian 

 spirits. 



