612 THE ¢EGIHA LANGUAGE—MYTHS, STORIES, AND LETTERS. 
Ukiabi was buried in the side of a high bluff back of Fort Randall. This bluff is 
known to the Ponkas as ‘‘ Ukiabi qai ¢a", Where Ukiabi was buried.” 
Yellow Buffalo said that his maternal uncle saw Ukiabi (!!). The face of Ukiabi 
was exceedingly hideous. Lumps were on his forehead, his eyes were large, and his 
nose, which was small and turned up at the tip, had an indentation across the ridge, 
which made it appear broken. It seems probable that a historical Ukiabi is here con- 
iounded with the original one, judging from the statement in the next legend about 
the origin of the game of plumstone shooting. 
TRANSLATION. 
Ukiabi was a mysterious person, exceeding all others in performing wonderlul 
deeds. He had four sons, one of whom was grown, and the rest were small. The 
grown son closely resembled his father in being mysterious. He looked on his father 
as a rival and wished to kill him. One day the son changed himself into a yellow- 
tailed hawk, and flew round and round far above the clouds, very near the upper 
world. That day lis father was reclining in the lodge. By and by the father looked 
all around and discovered his son in the distance. He recognized him at once, and 
knew that his son wished to killhim. So he said to his wife, “‘ Old woman, ji-gi¢acije 
does very wrong.” ‘Do say something else,” said she. ‘He has no bad intention, 
Iam sure.” ‘You mistake, old woman, he wishes to kill me.” 
Then the father changed himself into a hawk, and darted through the smoke-hole 
of the lodge. He dashed toward his son. All day long he traversed the earth in 
close pursuit of his son, turning to the right or left whenever the latter did so. He 
chased him back to the lodge and down through the smoke-hole. The son took the 
shape of a plume and was lying there when the father entered. The father recognized 
him immediately. Then the chase was resumed; he chased him and chased him until 
the son went beneath the water and became a fish. Again the father detected him, 
He chased him, and chased him, and chased him, till the son reached a water 
monster that was lying in the stream. The son rushed into the mouth of the water 
monster and lay concealéd within his body. The father too entered the monster, driv- 
ing the son out at the other end. : 
Again Ukiabi chased his son till he dashed down through the smoke-hole. He 
assumed the form of a louse, but his father recognized him. No matter what form he 
took his father assumed the same form. Among the forms taken were those of a 
prairie chicken, a grizzly bear, a wild cat, and a very white swan. Finally the son 
became a hawk. Then he had expended all his mysterious power, and he became 
weary. 
He tried to force his way up through the foundation of the upper world. When his 
body from the hips upward was through the hole in the upper world, and only that 
part from the hips downward remained on this side, the father trod on the os sacrum 
of the son, thus killing him. The pursuit had lasted throughout the might, and until 
half of the sun was visible above the horizon; just at that moment did he kill him. 
Early in the morning the people eried in the lodges. “Strange to say, Ukiabi’s son is 
dead!” said they. And then every one went to see him. 
There he lay dead! He lay flat on his back. The father took some Indian red 
paint and reddened the body in spots. He did not ery for some time, but sat there 
