{War Chief} Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! The War Chiefs before me made all well with the Nishinam. Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! The War Chief of long ago slew the Sun Man. Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! The Sun Man said his brothers would come after. Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! The Sun Man lied. {People} Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! The Sun Man lied. Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! The Sun Man lied. {Shaman} _(Derisively.)_ Red Cloud is sick. He lives in dreams. Ever he dreams of the wonders of the Sun Man. {Red Cloud} The Sun Man was strong. The Sun Man was a life-maker. The Sun Man planted acorns, and cut quickly with a knife not of bone nor stone, and of grasses and hides made cunning cloth that is better than all grasses and hides. --Old Man, where is the cunning cloth that is better than all grasses and hides? {Old Man} _(Fumbling in his skin pouch for the doth.)_ In the many moons aforetime, Hundred moons and many hundred, When the old man was the young man, When the young man was the youngling, Dragging branches for the campfire, Stealing suet from the bear-meat, Cause of trouble to his mother, Came the Sun Man in the night-time. I alone of all the Nishinam Live to-day to tell the story; I alone of all the Nishinam Saw the Sun Man come among us, Heard the Sun Man and his Sun Men Sing their death-song here among us Ere they died beneath our arrows, War Chief's arrows sharp and feathered-- {War Chief} _(Interrupting braggartly.)_ Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! {Old Man} _(Producing cloth.)_ And the Sun Man and his Sun Men Wore nor hair nor hide nor birdskin. Cloth they wore from beaten grasses Woven like our willow baskets, Willow-woven acorn baskets Women make in acorn season. _(Old Man hands piece of cloth to Red Cloud.)_ {Red Cloud} _(Admiring cloth.)_ The Sun Man was an acorn-planter, and we killed the Sun Man. We were not kind. We made a blood-debt. Blood-debts are not good. {Shaman} The Sun Man lied. His brothers did not come after. There is no blood-debt when there is no one to make us pay. {Red Cloud} He who plants acorns reaps food, and food is life. He who sows war reaps war, and war is death. {People} _(Encouraged by Shaman and War Chief to drown out Red Cloud's voice.)_ Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! The Sun Man is dead! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! The Sun Man and his Sun Men are dead! {Red Cloud} _(Shaking his head.)_ His brothers of the Sun are coming after. I have reports. _(Red Cloud beckons one after another of the young hunters to speak)_