When they named the next name of the song strand, _Úheponolo_ rolled from the westland In sand-blasts and dust-clouds like mountains, And stayed fast their feet with his driftings; And [etc.]. When they named the third name of the song strand, _Óloma_ swirled up from the southland Like a fire draught, and crackled the pool-rim; And [etc.]. When they named the fourth name of the song strand, _Tsaíluh‘tsanok‘ya_ shrieking shrilly, Shot the mountains and valleys with dawn-frost; And [etc.]. When they named the fifth name of the song strand, _Saushúlima_ streamed from the zenith, And deluged the vale with swift water; And [etc.]. When they named the sixth name of the song strand, _Saishíwani_ ripped the earth open; Ghosts, corpses, and demons of blackness Writhed forth in hot flames from the chasm, And hurled the gods into the water! Black smoke rose and strangled the people, Who fell, like the stricken of lightning! It stiffened the drummer and singers Whose song ceased to sound, when, all weakly, They named the last name of the song strand-- Nor moved, when replied _Únahsinte_, Whirling in (twisting trees as the spinner Twists fiber of yucca), and rescued The Twain from the hot, surging waters, Dried the foam in their hair to war-bonnets, Caught his brothers the Wind Gods in order And hurled them, each one to his mountain (In the north, in the west, and the southward; In the east, and the upper, and under); And rising, uplifted the smoke-clouds. Lo! the world was alight with the sunshine, And bending above was the Rainbow! But the drummer and singers were sitting, Lifted up by the power of the ancients; Close enwrapped in the dust swept around them, Made stark by the roar of the death-sounds, Fixed in death by the shock of the lightnings, Burned hard by the frost-mingled fire-draughts; Still sat they, their drum in the middle, As they sit evermore, in that valley. Lo! dwarfed and hideous-disguised were the two gods Áhaiyuta and Mátsailema, erst Uanamachi Píahkoa or the Beloved Twain who Descended--strong now with the full strength of evil; and armed as warriors of old, with long bows and black stone-tipped arrows of cane-wood in quivers of long-tailed skins of catamounts; whizzing slings, and death-singing slung-stones in fiber-pockets; spears with dart dealing fling-slats, and blood-drinking broad-knives of gray stone in fore-pouches of fur-skin; short face-pulping war-clubs stuck aslant in their girdles, and on their backs targets of cotton close plaited with yucca. Yea, and on their trunks, were casings of scorched rawhide, horn-like in hardness, and on their heads wore they helmets of strength like to the thick neck-hide of male elks, whereof they were fashioned.