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122 341. When he got home T‘obadzĭstsíni said to him: "Elder brother, I have watched the kethawns all the time you were gone. About midday the black cigarette took fire, and I was troubled, for I knew you were in danger; but when it had burned half way the fire went out and then I was glad, for I thought you were safe again." "Ah, that must have been the time when Tse‘nă′hale carried me up and threw me on the rocks," said Nayénĕzgani. He hung his trophies on the east side of the lodge, and then he asked his mother where Tse‘tahotsĭltá‘li dwelt.142 She told him he lived at Tse‘dezá; but, as on previous occasions, she warned him of the power of the enemy, and tried to dissuade him from seeking further dangers. Next morning he set out to find Tse‘tahotsĭltá‘li, He Who Kicks (People) Down the Cliff. This anáye lived on the side of a high cliff, a trail passed at his feet, and when travellers went that way he kicked them down to the bottom of the precipice. Nayénĕzgani had not travelled long when he discovered a well-beaten trail; following this, he found that it led him along the face of a high precipice, and soon he came in sight of his enemy, who had a form much like that of a man. The monster reclined quietly against the rock, as if he meditated no harm, and Nayénĕzgani advanced as if he feared no danger, yet watching his adversary closely. As he passed, the latter kicked at him, but he dodged the kick and asked: "Why did you kick at me?" "Oh, my grandchild," said the anáye, "I was weary lying thus, and I only stretched out my leg to rest myself." Four times did Nayénĕzgani pass him, and four times did the monster kick at him in vain. Then the hero struck his enemy with his great stone knife over the eyes, and struck him again and again till he felt sure that he had slain him; but he was surprised to find that the body did not fall down the cliff. He cut with his knife under the corpse in different places, but found nothing that held it to the rock until he came to the head, and then he discovered that the long hair grew, like the roots of a cedar, into a cleft in the rock. When he cut the hair,143 the body tumbled down out of sight. The moment it fell a great clamor of voices came up from below. "I want the eyes," screamed one; "Give me an arm," cried another; "I want the liver," said a third; "No, the liver shall be mine," yelled a fourth; and thus the quarrelling went on. "Ah!" thought Nayénĕzgani, "these are the children quarrelling over the father's corpse. Thus, perhaps, they would have been quarrelling over mine had I not dodged his kicks."

342. He tried to descend along the trail he was on, but found it led no farther. Then he retraced his steps till he saw another trail that seemed to lead to the bottom of the cliff. He followed it and soon came to the young of the anáye, twelve in number, who had