“Tsaiu tsaiu akuhato
Nia ako nia ako.”
The coyote said, “I wish to see who is underneath. Arise!”
Out came Coyote. “Is it you?” “Yes.” “Who killed you?” “I was
on top of the mesa, and Spider threw me down.” “Where do you
live?” “I live far over on the south side.” “Well, go home.”
That is all (_tomesau_).—Pp. 220, 221.
FORGETTING THE SONG: INSIDE THE LIZARD
Informant, cacique of Ácoma
A long time ago (_tsikinomaha_) at Kaiaushitsa there was a
lizard (?) (_tapinosk_) singing. He sang,
“Heto uma tima
matiu ti mu.”
There came up a coyote (_chuski_) and listened. Lizard sang
again,
“Heto uma tima
matiu ti mu.”
Coyote said, “I think it was over there to the west.” He came
closer. He said, “Friend (_saukin_), are you here?” Lizard
said, “Yes.” Coyote said, “You have fine sound. I want you to
sing for me. I want to learn it.” Lizard said, “Very well.” He
sang,
“Heto uma tima
matiu ti mu.”
“Did you learn it, my sound?” asked Lizard. “Yes.” “Sing it.”
Coyote sang (in a lower key and ponderously),
“Heto uma tima
matiu ti mu.”
“I see you have learned my sound,” said Lizard. Coyote said, “I
am going.” He went to the east. As he approached a cedar tree,
singing his song, a rabbit sitting under the tree heard him.
The rabbit jumped up and ran into a prairie-dog hole. Coyote
ran after the rabbit, and began to dig in the hole. He dug,
dug, dug, until his nails were worn off. Then he tried to sing
his song, and could only say, “Mati, mati.” The rest he had
forgotten. He said, “I had better go back and ask my friend.”
He went back to Lizard, and said, “Friend, sing for me.” Lizard
only looked at him, saying nothing. “Friend, sing your song
for me. I am going to ask you four times. Then, if you don’t
sing, I shall swallow you down. Now, sing for me.” Lizard said
nothing. “Sing for me.” Lizard said nothing. “Sing for me.”
Lizard said nothing. Then he swallowed him down. Inside of
Coyote, Lizard sang,
“Heto uma tiuma
matiu ti mu.”
Coyote said, “Where are you?” “I am inside.” “Very well,
friend; but don’t cut my throat or my stomach. Just sing.” But
Lizard did cut his throat and his stomach, and Coyote fell down
dead.[165]
BORROWED FEATHERS
Informant, Getsitsa of Laguna, about 60 years of age
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