Roaring rain of the southwest country, rain of the giant drops, rain that in the twinkling of an eye turns little rivers to deep streams. The thunder bird rode the wild dark, the wind, and the sheets of rain, the arrows of lightning fell from the bows of the thunder spirits. Seeing the cloud-burst coming, the Indians working in the fields dropped their sticks and hoes and ran as fast as they could for the ladders. Kai ran pell-mell with the rest. The instant she reached the town she looked about for her sons. They were nowhere to be found. [Illustration] Presently a neighbor remembered seeing them going down the ladders carrying their bows and arrows. Another neighbor was sure that they had gone to hunt wild turkeys in the waste land back of the canyon rim. The twins had forgotten their mother’s warning, and were out somewhere in the storm. The water which had fallen on the uplands now began to tumble over the canyon rim in wild cascades, and as the storm increased, the arch through which the village looked out upon the world was curtained over by a giant waterfall. Now and then, at one edge of the arch, there were flashes of lightning through the tumbling waters. [Illustration: _There were flashes of lightning through the tumbling waters._] In the shelter of its rocky hollow, the town stood snug and dry. But it was very dark, and the darkness was full of the hiss and roaring of the fall. The Indians built a fire and gathered about the flames. All night long, the daughter of Pesh-li-kai fed the great fire with fresh branches. All night long, sitting alone, she watched the play of the flames on the plunging foam of the fall, and listened to the thunder mingle its wild sound with the tumult of the waters. When the morning came, and the great fall had thinned to half a dozen little ones, the mother was still there waiting by the embers of the fire. The boys had not returned. The Mischievous God had found them, and shut them up in a cave. [Illustration] For three days the twins remained in the cave. It was darker than the darkest night within, and fearing to lose each other, the boys clung together as they felt their way about. On the second day, one of the boys fell heavily over a stone, and rose from the ground crippled and lame. On the morning of the third day, they heard a heavy sound. The stones with which the Mischievous God had blocked the mouth of the cave had fallen down. A ray of light appeared, and the boys went towards the sparkling gleam. When they had emerged into the sunshine, one of the twins said to his brother, “Where is the light of which you spoke? I cannot see it.” And he felt about as if he were still in the cave. Then the other twin looked into his brother’s eyes, and saw that during the three days in the cave his brother had become blind.