“I want to die with my uncles. I am lonesome; I don’t want to live any longer.”
“You are too small to go. Yahyáhaäs could take you up with one finger and throw you over the cliff.”
“I am going where my uncles were killed,” said the boy. “Paint me with red paint right in the center of my head, where my thoughts come in and teach me.”
They painted him and got him ready to go. Tusasás cut a long cedar tree, tied it on his head, and went with the others. He started off as if going to gamble; he laughed, jumped, and [[156]]whooped. The people said: “Yahyáhaäs will hear you and he will kill us all.”
“It won’t be hard for me to kill Yahyáhaäs,” boasted Tusasás. “I will throw him over the cliff quickly.” Then he said to the boy: “Why are you here? I sha’n’t need your help. You are too small to go to the mountains; you had better go home.”
The boy didn’t look at Tusasás; he said to his mother: “You must stop crying. I want all the people to stop crying and follow me.” He went ahead.
The people looked at him and stopped crying. When they got to the lake, Yahyáhaäs was not there, but he was not far off. The people hunted for the place where the men had been killed, but they couldn’t find it. Then the little boy said: “Here it is! Yahyáhaäs is coming. You can’t see him, but I can. He will soon show himself in the east.”
Tusasás said: “I will be the first man to wrestle with him; I will throw him into the lake.”
The people said: “It is bad to make fun of our chief and the men that were killed here. You will make trouble for us.”
Right away they saw Yahyáhaäs coming from the east. He had on a pale yellow coat that rattled as he hopped along. He had a yellow cane, and his face was painted yellow. When he came to the people, he said: “I like to see men and women. I don’t like to walk around and see no one; it makes me lonesome. Will you feed me smoke?”