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NEW YORK STATE MUSEUM 



waves like serpents of fire and hissed to vapors the smooth-flowing 

 river. Like all her people, De-wan-do knew the Flying Heads, 

 and pressing her infant close to her breast, she sprang to the shore 

 and ran to the forest where the game of the day-before chase had 

 been left. 



Looking back and seeing the Head following her, she threw it a 



Turtle-shell rattle used by False Face Company 



piece of deer meat which, as it stopped to devour it, delayed it for 

 a time, and De-wan-do fled. Through all the night she ran, still 

 pursued by the Head, and that she might gain a moment's rest, 

 she continued to throw the deer meat until no more was left. 



The new risen sun was combing the clouds with its sharp-pointed 

 rays, and though with the light, De-wan-do could run swifter, still 

 the Head was drawing closer. Her meat was gone — what should 



