"It’s no use; no one cares to listen to me," said Bĭlh Ahatí̆nĭ. His younger brother, also incredulous, took up his burden and plodded off, whereat Bĭlh Ahatí̆nĭ related all that he had seen and heard. "You men must have killed those people they spoke about," he accused. "No, it was none of us," his brother-in-law protested; "we have killed no people. Yesterday morning one shot a crow, and last night we killed a magpie, but there was no harm in that." "I fear there was; they were hunters like yourselves, in search of meat for the Holy People, for the time disguised as birds," Bĭlh Ahatí̆nĭ ventured. Then, dividing the pack, the two hurried on to overtake the others. "Well," asked the youngest, "did you hear a fine story?" "It is not a lie," his brother-in-law retorted; "we killed a crow and a magpie yesterday, and the Holy People talked about it in the cañon last night. Look! There come four mountain sheep! Hurry, Bĭlh Ahatí̆nĭ and head them off!" They had come upon the cañon where the strange voices had been heard. Four sheep, among large bowlders near the rim, were carefully threading their way out of it. The three dropped back, while Bĭlh Ahatí̆nĭ ran ahead and concealed himself near the ascending trail. As the sheep approached he drew his bow and aimed for the leader’s heart, but his fingers could not loose their grip upon the arrow, and the sheep passed by unharmed. Bĭlh Ahatí̆nĭ scrambled up over the rim of the cañon and ran to get ahead of them again, but the bowstring would not leave his fingers as they passed. A third effort, and a fourth, to kill the game brought the same result. Bĭlh Ahatí̆nĭ cursed himself and the sheep, but ceased suddenly, for whom should he see but four gods, Yébĭchai, appear before him, who had transformed themselves into sheep! Hasché̆ltĭ, in the lead, ran up to him and dropped his _balíl_—a rectangular, four-piece, folding wand—over him, as he sat, and uttered a peculiar cry. Behind him came Zahadolzhá, Haschĕbaád, and Gánaskĭdĭ; all were masked. [Illustration: _Tónenĭlĭ, Tobadzĭschí̆nĭ, Nayé̆nĕzganĭ_ - Navaho] _Tónenĭlĭ, Tobadzĭschí̆nĭ, Nayé̆nĕzganĭ_ - Navaho _From Copyright Photograph 1904 by E.S. Curtis_ These three gods appear in the order shown when seen in the rites of the Navaho Night Chant. "Whence came you?" Bĭlh Ahatí̆nĭ asked them. "From Kĭnní̆nĭkai," Hasché̆ltĭ answered. "Whither are you going?" "To Tsé̆gyiĭ, to hold another _hatál_ four days from now. You had better come along." "No, I couldn’t travel so far in four days." But after a little parleying Bĭlh Ahatí̆nĭ assented. He was told to disrobe, and doing so Gánaskĭdĭ breathed upon him, and his raiment became the same as that of the gods. Then all took four steps eastward, changing into mountain sheep, and bounded away along the cañon’s rim.