400 ISLETA, NEW MEXICO [eth. ann. 47 



son of Sun, let us wait until Sun comes in and see which direction he 

 will go to." They waited, and wherever the sun shone down the 

 baby followed until the sun was gone. When the sunlight was gone 

 the little boy took his httle moccasins and went to his mother. Then 

 the t'uikabede and the others decided to let the little boy go until he 

 got older. The little boy grew so fast that in four days he was already 

 a youth. 



One night wliile they were sitting by the fireplace somebody knocked 

 at the door. When the young boy (owade) opened the door there was 

 another young boy standing at the door, and he told him to come in. 

 When this boy came in and sat down he called the woman, mother. 

 "I came to ask you if you would please tell me where my father is." 

 The woman answered, "I do not even know who you are, my son." 

 The boy said, "Mother, do you remember the baby you took to Blue 

 water?" The woman said, "Yes, I remember." The boy said, "I 

 am your child, mother. I am the one you took to Blue water. I 

 have come back." He told his little brother he was his brother and 

 that was his mother. He brought a dress and manta (white, secret 

 ritual blanket) and moccasins for his mother to wear while she was 

 on this earth. He said he brought these things for her because it 

 was time for them to go and look for their father. Their grandmother 

 and mother began to cry, wondering how they could reach their 

 father. The boy who came in and brought the clothes said, "Mother, 

 I am the son of Sun. I have got to go and look for my father 

 so I can go around with Mm, to give life to the people (waidemai) 

 and luck (nakamu) and watch over them. His mother started crying. 

 She said, "How can you find your father?" He said, "You get our 

 bows and arrows ready. In four days we will go." On the first 

 night the boy from the blue water began to sing : 



' Way over east from the pueblo 



Where the blue lake is 

 Where my mother gave ms up 

 Right there I was told 

 From the middle of the lake 

 To come up by the ladder 

 To bid good-bye to mj' mother. 

 So, good-bye." 



The first night when the t'aikabede heard this song, he paid no 

 attention to it. Nor the second night. He thought it was the boys 

 improvising a song,'- because they had heard of the woman casting 

 away the boy. But the third night he learned it was the boy himself 

 who had come back. The fourth day in the morning the paiwitawe 

 came in, wanting to find out what the song meant and where the boy 

 had come from. The little boys were all ready to leave to look for 



" " It breaks our heart, that song." 



