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"About what else, then?" Hayoue looked up in surprise, as if unable to comprehend how a boy of the age of Okoya could think of anything else than of some girl. His brother's son took from his neck the little satchel containing sacred meal. Without a word he opened it, and scattered the flour in the usual way to the six regions.
"Sa nashtio," called Shyuote over to where the brothers were weeding in silence, "come over here; I must tell you something, but I must tell it to you alone." Hayoue at once turned away, while Zashue called the lad to him. But Shyuote protested, saying that only his father was to hear his communication, and Zashue at last went where the boy was standing.
"Still they speak the tongue of the people of Karo." "It is true, but they live nearer to us." "But they are Tehuas too, like the people of the north, and " Hayoue interrupts him, saying, "Our folk have gone to them as often as they wished buffalo-hides, and the Puyatye have received them well, giving them what was right. Why should they now be hard toward us?"
While she stood and gazed around, her attention was directed to a young couple passing in front of her. The handsome lad with the dark, streaming hair was Okoya, and she recognized him proudly as the best-looking youth on the ground, Hayoue perhaps excepted. But then, was not Hayoue, Okoya's father's brother? But who was the girl by Okoya's side?
"Nothing," replied Zashue, with a laugh. "Promise her the next owl that you may find," Hayoue taunted. "Be still, you crow," scolded Shotaye, with well-feigned indignation; "you need owl's eyes that you may sneak about in the dark after the girls. There is not a single maiden safe when you are at the Tyuonyi." "And no man is safe from you," retorted the young man. "You are safe, at any rate."
He went close to him and struck him with his club till he died. So Hayoue says. Hayoue remained behind; he kept back the Dinne and then came down through the enemy how I do not know and protected the katityam, helping the Koshare. All the Moshome who entered the house of the Eagles twelve of them were killed inside; their scalps are with us.
Was that right, sa nashtio?" The old man remained thoughtful for a while, and then declared, "It was right." "Should he not have said to his father, 'sa nashtio, do you speak to the yaya for me'?" The reply was very positive, "No." "Why not, sa umo?" Hayoue interjected. "I will explain this to you later on," Topanashka answered. Turning to his daughter again he inquired,
"This toad, you ought to call him," Say interrupted her husband, in a tone of indignation. "He has been away from home all day, as he is wont to be. Besides, when he came home at last, he beat his little sister. Okoya was here early, therefore Okoya got what belonged to him." She placed the food on the floor before her husband, and proceeded in a dry tone, "Hayoue has gone to call sa nashtio.
It is now more than three weeks since he and his brother Hayoue took leave of the Tyuonyi in order to search for their lost people. They went forth into that limited, yet for the Indian immensely vast, world to-day called central New Mexico. In a month a travelling Indian may easily be hundreds of miles away if unimpeded in his march. But we find him here, barely a day's journey from the Rito.
"What," said he, "the yaya also?" "Indeed, the Cuirana Naua also. Did not you know it? You are a nice Cuirana." The uncle shook his head. "That is bad, very bad indeed," muttered he. Okoya was perplexed. At last his curiosity overcame all diffidence and he asked, "What is it, satyumishe nashtio? Do you know of anything evil?" Hayoue looked at him and said, "Okoya, you and I are alike.
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