“But where are your gifts?” said the Gods. “You must bring us the three sacred stones before you can be healed.”
In the dark of the night Hah-Tse-Yalti came with the bowl of food, and woke his sons.
“The three sacred stones,” said the God, “are Turquoise, Silver, and Shell. The Hopi people guard them. Here are three gifts to help you win them. In this buckskin pouch of white beads is the Frost, the enemy of the young corn.
“In this buckskin pouch of green beads is the Cutworm, the devourer.
“In this buckskin pouch of blue beads is the Hail that strikes the grown corn to the ground.”
“Here are three gifts to help you win them.”
Down the river paths, and across the desert and the mountains, the boys went to work for the Hopis who guarded the Sacred Stones.
The boys found the Hopi people living in the desert on the same mesas they occupy today. The Hopis, so the Navahos say, mocked at the brothers.