Then to the elder brothers he said: Here stands a man! A fear-inspiring man! The Tho´-xe spake: I am a person of whom the little ones may make their bodies. Whereupon he threw himself to the ground, Then up sprang the blazing star, From the earth where it stood in all its beauty, pleasing to look upon. Tho´-xe spake, saying: Of this plant also the little ones may make their bodies. The people tasted the root of the plant, And exclaimed: It is bitter to the taste! Tho´-xe spake, saying: This plant shall be medicine to the little ones. When they use it as medicine, Their arms shall lengthen in growth, And they shall live to see old age. Again Tho´-xe threw himself upon the ground, And the poppy mallow Sprang from the earth and stood resplendent in its reddened blossoms. Of this plant also Tho´-xe said, The little ones shall make their bodies. When they use it as medicine, Their arms shall lengthen in growth. The root is astringent, And, referring thereto, your little ones shall take the name Astringent. When the little ones make of this plant their bodies, They shall always live to see old age. Tho´-xe (the Buffalo-bull), Threw himself to the ground, And a red ear of maize He tossed in the air, As he exclaimed: The little ones shall make of this their bodies! Then shall they always live to see old age. Again Tho´-xe threw himself to the ground, And a blue ear of maize, Together with a blue squash, He tossed in the air as he said, These plants, also, Shall be food for the little ones, Then shall they live to see old age. A third time he threw himself to the ground, And a white ear of maize, Together with a white squash he tossed in the air, As he exclaimed: These plants also shall be food for the little ones! Then shall they be difficult for death to overcome them, And they shall always live to see old age. A fourth time he threw himself to the ground, And a speckled ear of maize, Together with a speckled squash, He tossed in the air as he exclaimed: What creature is there that would be without a mate! And he wedded together the maize and the squash, Then exclaimed: These also shall be food for the little ones! And they shall be difficult for death to overcome them. The feasting of the Noⁿ´-hoⁿ-zhiⁿ-ga upon the fruits of the seeds of the maize planted by the mother with religious care in the seven sacred hills completes the rite of the naming of her child, by which its right to a place in its gens is formally recognized; the child has a place, not only in its gens, but also in the sky and the earth which the two great tribal divisions, the Hoⁿ´-ga and the Ṭsi´-zhu, represent. CHILD-NAMING RITUAL OF THE ṬSI´-ZHU WA-SHTA-GE GENS (SHOⁿ´-GE-MOⁿ-Iⁿ)