428 ISLETA, NEW MEXICO [eth. ann. 47 



himself on the groimd. Then he saddled and bridled him and got on 

 him and cut the rope. The wild horse bucked and bucked all night 

 long. As the horse passed near the shed (kaildrna, Mexican, tapeste) 

 he broke off a stick and began to hit the horse on the head. He 

 stuck his spurs into his sides until they bled. He pulled on the bridle 

 so his mouth was bloody. The horse bucked and bucked, going south 

 to the mountain. On the edge of the cliff the boy could see below 

 a big fire and the horse was tiying to buck him off the cliff into the 

 fire. At last he clubbed the horse on the forehead and kUled him. 

 He fell down. Then the boy took off the saddle and bridle and took 

 them into the room, as the sun was rising. He went out. The old 

 woman came out. "What do you want?" she asked. "I am gohig 

 to see the boss." "Do not go in," she said, "my husband is very 

 sick." "Well, let me peep in." He saw the old man with his head 

 boimd up, and sore all over. The youngest girl came to his room. 

 "We are going away," she said. "Go to the corral and get the poorest 

 horse you can find and the poorest saddle and bridle." The boy went 

 to the corral and looked at the horses. There were some fat horses 

 and the poor thin horse which he did not like. He took a good, fat 

 horse and saddled and bridled him, and took him over to the girl. 

 "Did I not tell you to take the poorest horse? My father will be 

 after us and this fat horse will not rim as fast. Anyhow, let's go!" 

 she said, "before my father wakes up." They got on the horse, the 

 girl behind. When they got to the end of that mountain, they could 

 look way way down. "Close your eyes," she said, "do not open 

 them or we won't get down." So he closed his eyes and the horse 

 jumped down. Half way down he opened his eyes and they flew up 

 again. She said, "If you do that, I am going to leave you. Now 

 close your eyes." So he closed his eyes again and the horse jumped 

 down. And this time they got down and the horse began to run. 



At about 3 in the afternoon (tarapeaiturlde', prayer, sim going 

 down. At this time we pray to the sun), she said, "You look behind ! " 

 and they saw pe'purade'* (whirl caterpillar), whirlwind, coming. She 

 said, "That is my father coming now. He will kill us, if he catches 

 us." He came closer and closer and the wind blew hard, throwing 

 down trees and hurling rocks. She had a comb (she had some power 

 herself), she threw it back. The storm stopped there, piling up rocks 

 and wood like a mountain, and the old man had to turn back. They 

 went on riding, all day and night. The second day at 3 o'clock they 

 saw the whirlwind again. "Look back! " she said, "that is my father 

 after us again." The old man made a river of sharp things, of knives 

 and naUs, wliich they coidd not cross. She had to work her power 



" Caterpillar or worm (purade) is in thecenterof the whirlwind. There is a crater out of which the wind 

 hits you in the face 1 mile from Isleta, across the railway to the southwest, here the purade of whirlwind 

 live. They will drop down into the sand of an old house, making a little hole. 



