604 THE (EGIHA LANGUAGE—MYTHS, STORIES, AND LETTERS. 
Use one of these to make my daughter stop weeping (i. e.. get rid of the Orphan).” 
594, 16. jug¢e a¢e ta akega”, the final word is contracted from aka and ega”. 
597, 4 and 5. Wahat¢icige maxe i¢abisandéqti. kéja, ete. Maxe is prolonged, 
thus, ma+xe. He-i, pronounced, Hé+-1. 
602, 1. gaha ihe refers to the crowd (long line) of people; gateg i¢a® (602, 4.) to 
one person, the grandmother, who came down on her feet ; g¢ihaha (602, 9.) shows that 
they came down one by one and lay as they fell. 
TRANSLATION. 
Once upon a time there was avillage of Indians. And an old woman and her grand- 
son, called the Orphan, dwelt in a lodge at a short distance from the village. The 
two were very poor, dwelling in a low tent made of grass. The grandson used to play 
games. One day he said, ‘Grandmother, make a small bow for me!” The grand- 
mother made the bow and some arrows. The boy went to shoot birds. And after 
that he used to bring back many birds, putting them all around his belt. The boy 
became an excellent marksman, usually killing whatever game caine in sight of him. 
About ten o’clock each morning all the people in the village used to make a great 
noise. At last the Orphan said, ‘Grandmother, why do they make such a noise?” 
The grandmother said, ‘‘ There is a very red bird that goes there regularly, and when 
he alights on a very tall cottonwood tree he makes a very red glare over the whole 
village. So the chief has ordered the people to shoot at the bird, and whoever kills 
the bird can marry the chief’s daughter.” ‘+ Grandmother,” said the Orphan, “ I will 
go thither.” “Of all places in the world that is the worst place for you to visit. 
They like to abuse strangers. They will abuse you. There is no reason why you 
should go.” The boy paid no attention to her, but took his bow and went out of the 
lodge. ‘ Beware lest you go,” said his grandmother. ‘I am going away to play 
games,” said the Orphan. But he went straight to the village. When he drew near 
the village, he noticed the red light ail around. He also saw a great crowd of people, 
who were moving to and fro, shooting at the bird. The Orphan reached them. One 
man said, “Come, Orphan, you may shoot at it.” But the Orphan continued to hesi- 
tate, as he feared the people. . But the people continued to approach him, saying to 
the rest, “Stand off! Stand off! Let the Orphan shoot!” So the Orphan shot at the 
bird. And he barely missed it. Just then Ictinike shot, and sent a reed arrow be- 
side that of the Orphan. The people said, ‘Oh! the Orphan came very near killing 
it!” But Ictinike said, “Iam the one who came near killing it.” When the bird 
flew away the people scattered, returning to their lodges. And the Orphan went 
home. Said he to his grandmother, “I came very near killing the bird.” “Do not 
go again! They willabuse you. Did I not say, do not go?” said the old woman. 
On the morning of another day he went thither. And the people were making a great 
noise. And it happened as on the previous day; he was told to shoot at the bird, and 
he barely missed it. On the third day he met with similar bad luck. But on the 
fourth day he hit the bird, wounding it through and through. “Oho! the Orphan 
has killed it,” said the people. ‘‘ Nonsense!” said Ietinike, “I killed it! I killed it! 
You must not grumble! You must not grumble!” And as Iectinike would not let the 
people do as they wished, he snatched the honor of the occasion from the Orphan. 
