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One morning she thought, "I am going to dig one," so she went across the
river and began digging. She thought, "I am going to take out one with a
double stock." When she had dug it out she heard a baby cry. She ran back
to the river, and when she got there she heard someone crying "mother"
after her. She jumped into the boat and pushed it across. When she got
across, the baby had tumbled down to the other shore. She ran up to the
house and there she heard it crying on that side. She ran into the house,
then she heard it crying back of the house. At once she sat down and then
she heard it tumble on the roof of the house. The baby tumbled through the
smoke-hole and then rolled about on the floor. The old woman jumped up and
put it in a baby basket. The young woman sat with her back to the fire and
never looked at the child.
The old woman took care of the baby alone. After a time it commenced to
sit up and finally to walk. When he was big enough to shoot, the old woman
made a bow and he began to kill birds. Afterward he killed all kinds of
game; and, because his mother never looked at him, he gave whatever he
killed to his grandmother. Finally he became a man. The young woman had
been in the habit of going out at dawn and not returning until dark. She
brought back with her acorns as long as her finger. One time the young man
thought "I am going to watch and see where she goes." The young woman had
always said to herself, "If he will bring acorns from the place I bring
them, and if he will kill a white deer, I will call him my son." Early one
morning the son saw his mother come out of the house and start up the
ridge. He followed her and saw her go along until she came to a dry tree.
She climbed this and it grew with her to the sky. The young man then
returned saying, "Tomorrow I am going up there." The woman came home at
night with the usual load of long acorns.
The next morning the man went the way his mother had gone, climbed the
tree as he had seen her do, and it grew with him to the sky. When he
arrived there he saw a road. He followed that until he came to an oak,
which he climbed, and waited to see what would happen. Soon he heard
laughing girls approaching. They came to the tree and began to pick acorns
from allotted spaces under it.
The young man began to throw down acorns. "That's right, Bluejay," said
one of the girls. Then another said, "It might be Dug-from-the-ground. You
can hardly look at him, they say, he is so handsome."
Two others said, "Oh, I can look at him, I always look at this walking one
(pointing to the sun); that is the one you can hardly look at." He came
down from the tree and passed between the girls. The two who had boasted
they could look at him, turned their faces to the ground. The other two
who had thought they could not look him in the face were able to do
so.[18a]
The young man killed the deer, the killing of which the mother had made
the second condition for his recognition as a son. He then filled the
basket from his mother's place under the tree and went home. When the
woman saw him with the acorns as long as one's finger, she called him her
son.
After a time he said, "I am going visiting." "All right," said the
grandmother, and then she made for him a bow and arrows of blue-stone, and
a shinny stick and sweat-house wood of the same material. These he took
and concealed by putting them under the muscles of his forearm.
He dressed himself for the journey and set out. He went to the home of the
immortals at the edge of the world toward the east. When he got down to
the shore on this side they saw him. One of them took out the canoe of red
obsidian and stretched it until it was the proper size. He launched it and
came across for him.
When he had landed, the young man placed his hand on the bow and as he did
so, the boat gave a creak, he was so strong. When they had crossed he went
to the village. In the middle of it he saw a house of blue-stone with a
pavement in front of black obsidian. He went in and heard one say, "It is
my son-in-law for whom I had expected to be a long time looking."
When the sun had set there came back from different places ten brothers.
Some had been playing kiń, some had been playing shinny, some had been
hunting, some spearing salmon, and others had been shooting at a mark.
Eagle and Panther were both married to daughters of the family. They said
to him, "You here, brother-in-law_" "Yes," he said, "I came a little while
ago." When it was supper time they put in front of him a basket of money's
meat, which mortal man cannot swallow.
He ate two baskets of it and they thought he must be a smart man. After
they had finished supper they all went to the sweathouse to spend the
night. At midnight the young man went to the river to swim. There he heard
a voice say, "The sweathouse wood is all gone." Then Mink told him that
men could not find sweat-house wood near by, but that some was to be found
to the southeast.
They called to him for wood from ten sweat-houses and he said "Yes" to
all. Mink told him about everything they would ask him to do. He went back
to the sweat-house and went in. When the east whitened with the dawn, he
went for sweat-house wood as they had told him. He came to the place where
the trail forks and one of them turns to the northeast and the other to
the southeast. There he drew out from his arm the wood his grandmother had
provided him with and split it fine.
He made this into ten bundles and carried them back to the village. When
he got there he put them down carefully but the whole earth shook with the
shock. He carried a bundle to each sweat-house. They all sweated
themselves. He spent the day there and at evening went again to the
sweat-house. When he went to the river to swim, Mink met him again and
told him that the next day they would play shinny.
After they were through breakfast the next morning, they said, "Come,
brother-in-law, let us go to the place where they play shinny." They all
went and after placing their bets began to play. Twice they were beaten.
Then they said, "Come, brother-in-law, play." They passed him a stick.
He pressed down on it and broke it. "Let me pick up something," he said.
He turned about and drew out his concealed shinny stick and the balls.
Then he stepped out to play and Wildcat came to play against him. The
visitor made the stroke and the balls fell very near the goal.
Then he caught Wildcat, smashing his face into its present shape, and
threw the ball over the line. He played again, this time with Fox. Again
he made the stroke and when he caught Fox he pinched his face out long as
it has been ever since. He then struck the ball over the line and won. The
next time he played against Earthquake.
The ground opened up a chasm but he jumped over it. Earthquake threw up a
wall of blue-stone but he threw the ball through it. "Dol" it rang as it
went through. Then he played with Thunder. It rained and there was
thunder. It was the running of that one which made the noise. It was then
night and he had won back all they had lost. There were ten strings of
money, besides otterskins, fisherskins, and blankets.
The next day they went to shoot at the white bird which Indians can never
hit. The others commenced to shoot and then they said to their guest,
"Come, you better shoot." They gave him a bow, which broke when he drew
it. Then he pulled out his own and said, "I will shoot with this although
the nock has been cut down and it is not very good." They thought, "He
can't hit anything with that." He shot and hit the bird, and dentalia fell
all about. They gathered up the money and carried it home.
The Hupa man went home to his grandmother. As many nights as it seemed to
him he had spent, so many years he had really been away. He found his
grandmother lying by the fire. Both of the women had been worried about
him. He said to them, "I have come back for you." "Yes," they said, "we
will go." Then he repaired the house, tying it up anew with hazel withes.
He poked a stick under it and away it went to the end of the world toward
the east, where he had married. They are living there yet.
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