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180 it came that he would not notice the poison and would eat plenty of it. When the food was brought in, the Wind People whispered to the Navaho: "Poison is mixed all through the mush, take none of it." He ate heartily of the stew, and when he was done he said to the young woman: "I may eat no mush to-day. The sun is already risen, and I have sworn that the sun shall never see me eat mush." When she went back to the other lodge her father asked: "How did my son-in-law eat this morning?" "He ate only of the stew," she said. "He would not touch the mush." "Ahăhăhá," said the old man in a suspicious tone; but he said no more. Again the Navaho stayed all day and all night.

512. On the fourth morning when the daughter went to prepare food and the old man entered the lodge, he said: "Go out some where to-day. Why do you not take a walk abroad every day? Is it on your wife's account that you stay at home so much, my son-in-law?" When the young woman brought in the usual venison stew and basket of mush, Wind whispered: "All the food is poisoned this morning." When she handed the food to the young man he said: "I do not eat at all to-day. It is my custom to eat no food one day in every four. This is the day that I must fast." When she took the untasted food back to the other lodge, her father inquired: "What did my son-in-law eat this morning?" and she answered: "He ate nothing." The old man was lying when he spoke; he rose when she answered him and carefully examined the food she had brought back. "Truly, nothing has been touched," he said. "This must be a strange man who eats nothing. My daughter, do you tell him anything he should not know?" "Truly, I tell him nothing," she replied.

513. When the young woman came back again from her father's lodge, the Navaho said to her: "I have a hut and a farm and a pet not far from here; I must go home to-day and see them." "It is well," she said. "You may go." He began to dress for the journey by putting on his old sandals. She brought him a pair of fine new moccasins, beautifully embroidered, and urged him to put them on; but he refused them, saying: "I may put them on some other time. I shall wear my old sandals to-day."

514. When Natĭ'nĕsthani got back to his farm he found the tracks of his turkey all around, but the turkey itself he could not see. It was evident from the tracks that it had visited the farm and gone back to the hut again. The Navaho made four circuits around the hut—each circuit wider than the preceding—to see whither the tracks led. On the fourth circuit he found they led to the base of a mountain which stood north of the hut. "I shall find my pet somewhere around the mountain," thought the Navaho. The tracks had