402 THE MOUNTAIN CHANT. 
looking around, he again saw no one. The fourth time that this hap- 
pened, however, he observed in the smooth part of the rock a door 
standing open and a little animal called Kleyateini looking out at him. 
As he stood gazing at the sharp nose and the bright eyes the distant 
voices of his pursuers sounded again in his ears and the little animal 
bade him enter and hide himself. As the Navajo entered the Kleyateini 
passed out and closed the door behind Lim. The fugitive was not long 
in his place of concealment when the clamor made by the foiled pur- 
suers was again heard, but it ceased sooner than usual. It was not yet 
sunset when the little animal returned to announce that the Ute had 
gone from the neighborhood. Whenthe Navajo stepped out of the hole 
in the rock, Kleyatcini pointed out to him the mountains in which his 
home lay and counseled him to travel directly towards them. 
38. He pursued his way in the direction indicated to him all night, 
and at break of day hé found himself walking between a pair of low 
hills of clay which stood close together, and once more he heard behind 
him the voices of his enemies and the trampling of their horses. But 
now his good friend Qastceélei appeared to him and said to him: ‘ My 
grandchild, are you still here? Have you come only thus far?” “Iam 
here,” cried the Navajo, “and oh, my grandfather, I could do no better. 
Look at my limbs! See how sore and swollen they are! I am exhausted 
and feel that I cannot flee much farther before my enemies.” ‘Go, 
then,” said Qastceélgi, “to that hill which is the farther from us and 
climb to the top of it; but, when you are taking the very last step which 
will place you on the summit, shut your eyes as you make that step.” 
The Navajo hastened to the hill, and, weary as he was, he soon 
ascended it. As he lifted his foot to take the last step he closed his 
eyes, as the yay had bidden him. When he felt his foot again on the 
earth he opened his eyes, and lo! instead of having a little hill under 
his feet, he stood on the summit of a great mountain peak, seamed with 
deep canons, bordered with rugged rocks, and clothed with great for- 
ests of pine and spruce; while far away on the plain at the foot of the 
mountain —so far that he could scarcely discern them — were his baffled 
pursuers, and beside him stood Qastcéélei. The latter pointed out to 
him many familiar places in the distance—the valley of the San Juan 
and Dsilyi-qojoni (Beautiful in the Mountains), where he and his peo- 
ple first lived. He rested securely on the mountain top all day. 
39. At sunset he went on his way again. When daylight began to 
appear he crossed the San Juan. Soon after, while journeying on over 
an open plain, he once more heard the Ute on his trail. He now felt 
very sad and hopeless, for his limbs were so stiff and swollen that 
every motion gave him pain and he could hardly drag himself along. 
But at this moment he became conscious that he was not alone, and 
glancing to one side he saw Niltci, the wind god, walking with him. 
And Niltei brought a great dark whirlwind, which roared a moment be- 
side them and then buried its point in the ground and dug a deep hole 
