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200 | 25. Rock Squirrel’s Grandson (first version)1 coyote and rock squirrel lived in one house. rock Squirrel had a daughter. Coyote and Rock Squirrel killed a little mountain sheep and brought it home. There they skinned it, cut the body open along the belly, and broke back the ribs. The young girl was sitting close to where those two were butchering. Coyote dipped a finger in the blood and filliped it against the inside of the girl’s thighs. Coyote said, “You are not right [clean]. When women are like that they cannot eat meat at all. All the blood will flow out in four days. Then after they wash clean they can eat meat.” Then the girl was angry at Coyote because he lied; the blood was not flowing from her. The girl thought, “I am not old enough for this to happen. Perhaps Coyote dislikes me, since he does this. Perhaps he wants me to go away.” It was not long before she left. Her dog followed as she went toward the west. The dog kept following her. The girl said, “Go back home,” but he did not obey. The girl said, “I am going to visit someone . I am only going because I am angry. Perhaps I will become thirsty and starve, and then die.” But the dog would not return. So she tore off part of her labia minora and rubbed it on the tip of the dog’s nose. That is why a dog’s nose is black. The dog felt glad and went off home. She traveled along but could not find any water. She thrust a gaming die (sa’a’k) deep into the wash in the bottom of the little canyon. When she withdrew it quickly, water gushed out. This she drank. She made this spring to drink from; then she went on. When she became thirsty again she did the same thing with another die, making another spring. The first spring she made she named Hagogo’θpa rock squirrel’s grandson (first version) | 201 and the people were not to forget the name. The second spring she named Hagadjaha’dova. She went on. When she was thirsty again she used a third die. When she pulled it out, the water ran out. She stood and watched it run a while, thinking, “What name shall I call it?” She stood thinking for a time; then she called it Hagasiku wa’lva. She traveled on and she became thirsty again. She made another spring with her last die. “This spring is the last I will make, so I will call it Hanyame’gaθavadi.’” She went a little way and found many people in their houses. She stayed there in the house of an old woman. A man saw her and told all the other men, “I wonder where that girl is from. She is a good-looking girl. Perhaps she comes alone from another country and would like to be married. I think we might try to marry her. Everybody must come to that place, and each man in turn can go to see the girl. Perhaps she would like to take one of you men for a husband.” They said they would try that plan. The first man went close to the girl, but she did not like him, so he returned. Then another went. All the birds and animals tried and were refused, until only Quail was left. Quail rubbed charcoal on a rock and smeared it around the margins of his face with his finger. He also added some white and set off to try his fortune with the girl. The girl looked at his face and said, “That is a fine-looking man. Now I will take this one,” and grasping his hand announced him as her husband. After a short time the girl was pregnant and gave birth to a boy from the hollow at the back of her wrist. His mother told the boy to rise early in the morning and run toward the place where the skylight begins. “If you do this, you will learn to run fast and win races.” So the boy did as he was bid. By and by he had grown large. The girl told him, “I do not belong to these people here. I am a girl from another country. I left your maternal grandfather over there at our home. I want you to go over to see...

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ISBN
9780826349330
Related ISBN
9780826349316
MARC Record
OCLC
777950993
Pages
336
Launched on MUSE
2012-01-01
Language
English
Open Access
No
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