“What is the matter?” asked the old woman; “you came near falling into the fire.”
“There is some one out here; I want you to see him.”
The old woman took her cane and followed Pakalai Jawichi.
“Do you see that person lying there?”
The old woman looked, and saw the person who had killed her son, saw him pinned to the earth. She was so glad that she cried, she dropped down then, and rolled on the ground; after that she jumped up and danced around his body, danced many times, danced till she was tired.
“Hereafter,” said Pakalai Jawichi, “everybody will call you Howichinaipa. You will be a person no longer; you will be only a little bird, with these arrow-marks on both sides of your breast.”
He became a little bird then and flew away, the little bird which we call Howichinaipa.
Next morning after the second hunt Jupka heard loud shouting in the east; a great Mapchemaina had thrust his head above the edge of the sky. This person had beautiful feathers waving on his head. Jupka had made him shout, and he said to him,—
“Every time you rise up and show yourself to the people of Jigulmatu you must shout in that way.”
This great person in the east had two dogs; they were small, but very strong. “Which of you is coming with me?” asked he that morning. “I want a good dog; I am always afraid when I travel in the daytime.”