That day Djáhdjai said to Wiĕs: “My husband hunts all the time. I am afraid he will see you.”
The next morning the man got up early and went to the mountain. As he went, he talked to the mountain and to the earth; said: “Draw him toward me. You, Earth, see everything; you know everything; you know what Wiĕs has done. I want to punish him. Draw him to me.”
That day Djáhdjai wanted to stay at home. She didn’t know why her husband went off so early mornings, but Djihens said: “I am sick. One of us must dig roots; you had better go.”
The man tracked Wiĕs, then sat down to watch him and see where his life was. As Wiĕs went toward the top of the [[358]]mountain, the man saw that he kept his life in his neck. He shot at him. Wiĕs ran off northeast and fell among the trees. The man found him, cut up his body, and carried home some of the flesh.
Djáhdjai looked up at the mountain and sang her love song; she sang a long time, but Wiĕs didn’t come. When she got home, she said to her husband: “You have killed a deer. Why don’t you cook some meat for me?”
He gave her a plateful. She ate it all; she liked it. Then he said: “That was Wiĕs’ flesh. Did you like it?” The woman was scared. When she tried to run away, the man shot her through the body. The arrow went in under one arm, and came out under the other. It left a hole in each side.
Then he said: “Hereafter you will be nothing but a grasshopper, but your name will be what it is now, Djáhdjai. I hope that in later times a man will never have such a wife as you were.”
To this day grasshoppers have a hole in each side. [[359]]