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Go in the direction in which it falls. Keep on doing this until you 

 get to your father's place." 



At first the boy was afraid to start off alone, but fuially he did so. 

 Whenever he was in doubt about the direction he let the tree fall, 

 and it led him at last right down to his father's village, where all 

 were exceedingly glad to see him. 



58. THE BOY WITH ARROWS ON HIS HEAD 



A chief's daughter married her father's nephew and had a child 

 by him who was named WAts!ihi'tci. He was not exactly a human 

 being, for he had sharp arrow points on his head. When his mother 

 began petting him and using endearing terms to him, he said to her, 

 "Don't pet me. I am no baby." And he ran the arrow points on 

 his head into his mother's breast and killed her. Afterward he ran 

 off into the woods and became a ver^^ bad person, killing everybody 

 who went of!" hunting or after wood. 



At that time his mother's brother was out on the mountains hunt- 

 ing along with his children. He knew that his nephew was killing 

 people, so he made his house very strong to keep him out. He also 

 set around bundles of dry straw shaped like human beings, and he 

 even prepared a hole in the mountains as a place of refuge. 



How his nephew found out where he lived is not known, but one 

 day he suddenly walked right in. His uncle was sitting behind a 

 bundle of straw in the rear of the house, while his wife and children 

 were in the hole he had made in the mountain. The boy always 

 had his arrows and spears, the points of which were obsidian (in), 

 ready to use, but instead of aiming at his uncle he pointed his arrow 

 at a bundle of straw opposite. While he was doing so his uncle 

 shot him under the left arm, and he was so badly hurt that he left 

 his spear and ran out. 



As his assisting s])irit this boy had a bird called gus!iadu'li of about 

 the size of a robin. This spirit now doctored him and took out of 

 him all of the poison his uncle had put on the end of his arrow. 

 But, while he was doing this, his uncle tracked him by the marks of 

 blood until he came to the place where the boy lived. When he 

 entered that place his nephew said, "Don't kill me, uncle. I have 

 made a hole in the ground over there and have filled it with goods. 

 You may have them if you do not kill me. If you let me go now I 

 will never kill another person." In spite of all his protestations, 

 however, his uncle killed him for having destroyed so many of the 

 town people and for having forced him to live back among the moun- 

 tains. Then he burned his nephew's body and went home with all of 

 his family, leaving the ashes where they lay. These ashes were driven 

 about by the wind and became the minute gnats that torment 

 people. 



