She picked up one and struck the ground with him; he didn’t break. She said: “Oh it is not easy to break you, is it?”
The Heûwûs screamed: “Oh! Oh! you hurt me! You think that I am not a living being, but I am.”
“You are talking to me; I am glad,” said the girl. “That is what I want. You haven’t spoken to me before, but I have heard you talk about me. I don’t hate you. You belong here, and so do I. I thought we should be here always and be friends, but you don’t want it that way.” She put the Heûwûs down and went on. Soon she saw Wûspahlákls again; he sat on the trail in front of her. She called to him: “Get out of my way!” When he didn’t move, she took off a bone scratcher she wore around her neck, went up to him, scratched off all of his flesh, and pounded him to death. Then she went on.
The next morning Wûspahlákls crossed the trail in front of her and went into the bushes. The girl stopped; she was scared. She went home, painted her body and her hair red, and started of in another direction; she traveled around everywhere and asked every one she met: “Who owns you?” She asked the rocks, the trees, the leaves. At last she asked a little hill: “Who are you?”
“I am Lŭl′uphlainik,” said the hill.
“Whose eye are you?” asked the girl.
“I am this earth’s eye.”
The girl camped by the hill, and said to it: “I want you to tell me about yourself.”
The hill said: “All these things around here belong to the earth; they were made at the same time. This is not a good place for you. Over on the lake, where two little air boys live, is a nice place for you.”
The girl was short and thin, and after she was painted she was red all over. She started for the lake. As she was passing [[317]]a mountain, a voice spoke out of it, and asked: “Where are you going?” Right away she was gone; she sank into the earth; only one eye looked out of the ground.