"Under these novel circumstances, he, (the Moth-worm,) heaped up a little mound, and set himself down on it to observe and ponder the situation. A critical situation enough!--for from the four corners of the universe four great white Swans bore down upon him, every one with two arrows, one under each wing. The Swan from the north reached him first, and, having pierced him with two arrows, drew them out and examined their points, exclaiming, as the result, 'He is of my race.' So, also, in succession, did all the others. Then they went away; and toward the directions in which they departed, to the north, south, east, and west, were found four great _arroyos_, {p. 198} by which _all the water flowed off, leaving only_ MUD. The Worm now returned to the cave, and the Raccoon went up into the mud, _sinking in it mid-leg deep_, as the marks on his fur show to this day. And the wind began to rise, sweeping up the four great _arroyos_, and _the mud was dried away_. "_Then the men and the animals began to come up from their cave_, and their coming up required several days. First came the Navajos, and no sooner had they reached the surface than they commenced gaming at _patole_, their favorite game. Then came the Pueblos and other Indians, who _crop their hair and build houses_. Lastly came _the white people_, who started off at once _for the rising sun_, and were lost sight of for many winters. "When these nations lived under ground they all _spake one tongue_; but, with the light of day and the level of earth, came many languages. The earth was at this time very small, and _the light was quite as scanty as it had been down below, for there was as yet no heaven, no sun, nor moon, nor stars_. So another council of the ancients was held, and a committee of their number appointed to manufacture these luminaries."[1] Here we have the same story: In an ancient age, before the races of men had differentiated, a remnant of mankind was driven, by some great event, into a cave; all kinds of animals had sought shelter in. the same place; something--the Drift--had closed up the mouth of the cavern; the men subsisted on the animals. At last they dug their way out, to find the world covered with mud and water. Great winds cut the mud into deep valleys, by which the waters ran off. The mud was everywhere; gradually it dried up. But outside the cave it was nearly as dark as it was within it; the clouds covered the world; neither sun, moon, nor stars could be seen; the earth was very small, that is, but little of it was above the waste of waters. [1. Bancroft's "Native Races," vol. iii, p. 81.] {p. 199} And here we have the people longing for the return of the sun. The legend proceeds to give an account of the making of the sun and moon. The dumb fluter, who had charge of the construction of the sun, through his clumsiness, _came near setting fire to the world_.