“Welcome to you, Chu-ta-win,” called out the hawk as he approached, “but who comes with you?”
“Two brothers of the earth born,” answered Chu-ta-win. “I have brought them to see your wonderful country.”
“What do they wish here?” asked the hawk again, and before the eagle could answer, Cho-gay spoke for himself:
“We come searching for the blue charm that was lost by Wongo, the bear. None of the Bear Clan knows where it is, but you, of the sky, see all things and can, no doubt, tell us where it may be found.”
“Um-m-m,” answered the hawk, “I have not seen nor heard of this charm, but you might go over to those of the Water Clan and ask Chaco. He may be foolish-headed enough to give his time to such things. But remember there are no idlers here and we do not welcome idle questions.”
“Humph,” came Kaw’s low voice in Cho-gay’s ear, “that fellow is entirely too full of his own importance. I’ll teach him something when I next meet him below.”
They were nearing the Cloud ground now, and presently landed with a springing jerk. Cho-gay slipped from the smooth back of the eagle and stood swaying a bit, as his legs grew accustomed to standing again.
Chu-ta-win was not at all tired from his long flight and seemed as fresh as when they had started.
“Come on,” said he, “we’ll take a look around. Everybody up here has his own particular work to do. Some are of the Water Clan and some of the Ice Clan. They make hail and snow. Over there is the place where the winds come from. They make lightning up here, too—all kinds, and eclipses. Ever see one of those? Look around, you can see for yourself, you have eyes in your head.”
Kaw gave a grunt and, in a very good imitation of Cho-gay’s voice, spoke for him: