The Hanahawunĕn gave to me,
The Hanahawunĕn gave to me,
His paint—He made me clean,
His paint—He made me clean.
The author of this song met in the spirit world a man of the now extinct Arapaho band of the Hanahawunĕna, who washed the face of the visitor and then painted him afresh with some of the old-time mineral paint of the Indians. In accord with the Indian belief, all the extinct and forgotten tribes have now their home in the world of shades.
19. Ate′be′tana′-ise′ti he′sûna′nini′
Ate′be′tana′-ise′ti he′sûna′nini′—Ahe′eye′!
Ate′be′tana′-ise′ti he′sûna′nini′—Ahe′eye′!
Na′waa′tănû′, Na′waa′tănû,
Danatinĕnawaŭ,