All races have malignant sprites that haunt rocks and watering places, and the Amerind was no exception. The Uinkarets of Arizona declared that a certain water-pocket where we camped was a favourite resort of the Woonupits, a little elf that is full of mischief, and Chuar one night insisted that he heard one whistling in the forest. He fired a shot out into the darkness to drive it away. He did this with great solemnity and deliberation, and there was no question as to his faith in the belief. The same little elf crops out in the Moki country in the form of the Kwokwuli, a malignant sprite lurking in out-of-the-way places. He is about knee-high and conceals himself behind a rock or bush, like the Breton Korrigans inhabiting the Dolmens, and when a Moki appears he calls out in a shrill falsetto voice, “_Kwo-kwul-i-ul-i_.” If the hearer gives no heed to the cry he may pass by in safety, but should he willingly or unwillingly express any notice he must approach the elf, who immediately climbs on his back and holds fast round his neck—Sindbad’s Old-Man-of-the-Sea over again. The elf has only rudimentary legs and no wings, and this is his method of journeying from place to place. The Amerinds of the straits of Fuca have distinct traditions of the Eskimo as a race of dwarfs, who live in the “always dark country,” on the ice, dive and catch whales with their hands, and produce the aurora by boiling out the blubber, the fires reflecting on the sky. The Iroquois had legends of great giants, as also had other tribes, which were due probably to the same cause as the dwarf Eskimo myths: ignorance of the outside world. These were stone giants, and they inhabited the west. Once upon a time they started to come and destroy the Senecas, and a war party of the latter proceeded to the encounter. Before the battle came off a mighty wind came out of the west and swept all the giants into a vast abyss from which they could not escape, and because of this friendly act the West Wind became one of the Seneca gods, and was revered ever after. And the Eskimo, while themselves furnishing the material for more southerly tribes to build myths on, have their own tales of a tribe called Ardnainiq, living in the extreme North-west. The men of this people are small as children, but entirely covered with hair. They are carried about in the hoods of their wives like babies, the wives being of normal size. They have also stories of a race of women. The Iroquois believed that there was a strange creature consisting simply of a head with large eyes and long hair, called “Great Head.” When he saw any live thing he growled, “I see thee, I see thee, thou shalt die.” They also had their race of dwarfs with wonderful powers, who carved the cliffs and caves and could destroy monster animals. [Illustration: COSTUME WORN IN THE KWAKIUTL FESTIVALS CALLED LAŌLAXA, NORTH-WEST COAST]