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into a slumber, and when the youth returned he was impressed with the 
surpassing loveliness of his sister. They remained for a time on this 
mountain, and at their union they were transformed—the youth into a 
hideous looking creature, the Ko-yé-mé-shi (Plate XX); the ma den into 
a being with snow white hair, the Ko-mo-két-si. The *Ko-thla-ma (her- 
maphrodite) is the offspring of this unnatural union. The youth said to 
his sister, ‘* We are no longer like our people; we will therefore make 
this mountain our home. But it is not well for us to be alone; wait here 
and I will go and prepare a place for our others.” Descending the 
mountain, he swept his foot through the sands in the plains below, and 
immediately a river flowed and a lake appeared, and in the depths of 
this lake a group of houses, and in the center of this group a religious 
assembly house, or kiva, provided with many windows, through which 
those not privileged to enter the kiva might view the dance within. 
After he performed this magic deed, he again joined his sister on the 
mountain, from which they could see their people approaching. The 
mountain has since that time borne the name of Ko-kok-shi— kok-shi 
meaning good. 
The first of the Ah-shi-wi, or Zui, to cross this river were the An-shi- 
i-que, or Bear gens; T0-wa-que, Curn gens; and tKo-oh-lok-ta-que, Sand 
Hill Crane gens. When in the middle of the river the children of these 
gentes were transformed into tortoises, frogs, snakes, ducks, and dragon- 
flies. The children thus transformed, while tightly clinging to their 
mother’s necks, began to bite and pinch. The mothers, trembling with 
fear, let them fall into theriver. Ah-ai-ti-ta and Ma-a sé-we, missing the 
children, inquired, “ Where are the little ones?” The mothers replied, 
“ We were afraid and dropped them into the water.” The war gods then 
cried out to the remainder of the people, “ Wait, wait until we speak 
_with you,” and they told the women to be brave and cling tightly to 
the children until they crossed the river. Obeying the gods’ commands, 
they carried the little ones over, though they were transformed just as 
the others. Upon reaching the opposite shore, they were again restored 
to their natural forms, excepting their hands, which were duck-webbed. 
These webs were cut with Ah-ai-t-ta’s stone knife and thus restored to 
perfect hands. 
The mothers whose children fell into the waters were grieved and 
refused to be comforted. The Priest Doctor was also grieved, and 
said, “Alas, where have the little ones gone?” Abh-ai-ti-ta and Ma-a- 
sé-we replied, “ We will go and learn something of them,” and upon 
descending into the lake they found the beautiful kiva, in which the 
children were assembled; but again they had been changed ; they were 
no longer reptiles, but were of a similar type to the Ko-yé-mé-shi and 
Ko-mo-két-si, and since that time they kave been worshiped as ances- 
tral gods, bearing the name of Kok-ko; but the little war gods knew 
them, and addressed them as “My children,” and they replied, “ Sit 
down and tell us of our mothers.” When they told them that their 
