The rainbow stood there two days and two nights at the grave, then moved two feet eastward. Next morning it was four feet away, then eight, going farther day by day till it was at the salmon-house where Kol Tibichi used to go when a boy. It stood there by the salmon-house five days. Next it was on the north bank of the river, then on the hillside beyond, then on the hilltop, then on the mountain-slope, then on the mountain-top. Next all the people in Norpat Kodiheril heard a noise and knocking in the grave-mound one night, and early next morning they saw an immense bird rising out of Kol Tibichi's grave. First the head came, and then the body. At sunrise it came out altogether, and flew to the sugar-pine from which Kol Tibichi had hung head downward in childhood. It perched on the tree, stayed five minutes, and then flew away, flew to the mountain, to the rainbow, went into the rainbow. The bird and rainbow went away, disappeared together. The bird was Komus Kulit. The rainbow was Kol Tibichi's yapaitu. THE WINNING OF HALAI AUNA AT THE HOUSE OF TUINA This myth and all that follow it belong to the Yanas, a nation of Indians described in the notes. The nine preceding myths are of the Wintus, neighbors of the Yanas. The languages of these two nations are radically different. PERSONAGES After each name is given that of the creature or thing into which the personage was changed subsequently. =Chuhna=, spider; =Halai Auna=, morning star; =Igupa Topa=, ----; =Ochúl Márimi=, mountain lion; =Pul Miauna=, colored bow, the rainbow; =Pun Miaupa=, son of rainbow; =Tuina=, the sun; =Utjamhji=, mock sun; =Wakara=, the moon; =Wediko=, meteor; =Marimi= means woman. * * * * * Old Pul Miauna had a son, Pun Miaupa, a wife, and two daughters. Pun Miaupa had a quarrel with his father and made up his mind to leave him. "I am going away," said he to his father and mother one day. "I am tired of living here." The mother began to cry. "Which way are you going?" asked the father. Pun Miaupa gave no answer; wouldn't tell his father where he was going. The father stood up and walked out of the house. The mother stopped crying and said,-- "I want you to go straight to my brother, your uncle Igupa Topa. Tell him where you are going. Do not go without seeing him." Pun Miaupa left his mother, went to his uncle's, stood on the roof of the sweat-house. The old man was very busy throwing out grass that day. A great many people had gambled at his house a day earlier; they had left much grass in it. "Uncle, are you alive?" asked Pun Miaupa. The old uncle looked up and saw his nephew, who said,-- "Uncle, I am full grown. I am going on a very long journey, I am going far away. My mother told me to come here and see you." "Where are you going, my nephew?" "To the north." "I thought so," said the old man, who knew that his nephew would go to get Wakara's youngest daughter.