172 THE @EGIHA LANGUAGE—MYTHS, STORIES, AND LETTERS. 
170, 8. na"xagéqti i¢a"¢a ama. The hero placed the bad man (i¢a™¢a) as he kicked 
him, that is, he kicked him into a place, changing him into a dog that howled violently 
at being kicked. 
171, 2. cage, a modern interpolation. 
171, 4. xage-hna” ca®ca"-biama, pronounced xa+ge-hna™ ca?ea"-biama. 
171, 6. waqpaniqtia® ¢ankama, pronounced waqpatniqtia™ ¢ankama. 
TRANSLATION. 
And he said, ““We have come to contend with the first child born of the woman.” 
One of the bad men said it to her. And the boy went thither. Though his father and 
mother were unwilling, yet he went thither. When he arrived there, they said, ‘‘We 
will contend with you.” “Yes, I consent. What shall we play?” said the boy. And the 
bad men had planted in the ground a very tall and smooth pole. And they said, ‘ We 
will climb that pole, and which one of us gets back last, shall be killed.” And when 
they went climbing, behold, the bad man, having returned before the other, killed the 
boy. The woman bore a son again. And the boy was grown. When he was grown, 
again there came one to ask him to go with him. ‘We have come,” he said, “to con- 
tend with your child.” Again were his father and mother unwilling. Behold, the boy 
was grown, and he went thither. And the boy arrived there. And they contended 
with him likewise. And he said, “What shall we play?” And they said, “Let us 
play with swings.” They played with swings. One cord was broken in many places, 
and the other one was very good. They made the boy use the good cord, and the bad 
man used the bad cord broken in many places. At length the good cord became bad. 
The cord having been cut, the boy was killed by the fall. The boy was dead. And 
the woman gave birth to a child again, a boy. And the boy who was born became 
grown. When he was grown, they came for him. ‘We have come to contend with 
your child,” said they. Though his mother and father too were unwilling, yet the boy 
went thither. “Come, we will contest with you,” said they. And when they contested, 
they contended in racing with the boy. And having left the boy behind, they killed 
the boy. At length his mother bore one again. At length she bore Hinqpe-ag¢e. And 
all over the land they heard of his birth, the birth of Himqpe-ag¢e. As the boy was a 
very good marksman, he never failed to get any kind of animal which he desired. In 
fact, the whole country knew the boy; he was a very excellent boy. At length when 
the boy was grown, they came again to ask him to go with them. “We have come to 
contend with your boy,” said they. And his father and mother were unwilling. ‘‘ Please 
do not go,” said they. And the boy said, ““O mother and father, I will go thither.” 
“They came thus for your elder brothers and took them away, but they invariably 
killed them,” said his mother. And having said, “Still, O mother, I will go thither,” 
the boy went thither. He arrived there. “Yes,” they said, “you have done well by 
coming.” And the boy said, “Come, what shall we play?” Said they, “We will climb 
yonder pole.” And the boy took his fine feather, and stuck it in his hair. And having 
gone climbing the pole, the boy arrived first at the top. And when they were coming 
back again, the boy was the first to get back below. And when he returned, he killed 
the bad man, he killed one of the four. The boy went homeward. He reached home, 
where was his father and also his mother. ‘O mother,” said he, “I have killed one of 
those who used to kill my elder brothers.” And she said “O, dear youngest child! Do 
