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Updated: June 27, 2025
By this time Ta-vwots' had perched himself on the rock at the entrance of the den, and when the head of the bear protruded through the hole below he hurled his pa-rûm'-o-kwi and killed him. "Aha," said Ta-vwots', "I greatly feared this renowned warrior, but now he is dead in his own den. I am going to kill the Sun. A'-nier ti'-tĭk'-a'-nûmp kwaik-ai'-gar."
It was on the day following that he met the Tarantula, a clever rascal, who had a club that would deal a fatal blow to others, but would not hurt himself. He began to groan as Ta-Vwots drew near, and cried that he had a pain caused by an evil spirit in his head. Wouldn't Ta-Vwots thump it out? Indeed, he would.
And sounding the war-whoop he went on his way. The next day he met Ku-mi'-a-pöts, the tarantula. Now this knowing personage had heard of the fame of Ta-vwots', and determined to outwit him. He was possessed of a club with such properties that, although it was a deadly weapon when used against others, it could not be made to hurt himself, though wielded by a powerful arm.
"Good," said Ta-vwots', and under it he lay down to sleep. Several times I have heard this story, and invariably the dialogues held by Ta-vwots' with the trees are long and tedious, though, the trees evince some skill in their own praise. When the dawn came into the sky Ta-vwots' arose and stood on the brink overhanging the abyss from which the Sun was about to rise.
He jumped in and lay quite still as they wove the neck, and they laughed to think that it was braided so small that he could never escape, when puff! the jug was shattered and there was Ta-Vwots. They did not know anything about his magic breath. They wondered how he got out. "Easily enough," replied the hare god. "These things may hold water, but they can't hold men and women.
Let me show you;" and they consented and were made blind. Then Ta-vwots' slew them with his pa-rûm'-o-kwi. "Aha," said he, "you are caught with your own chaff. I am on my way to kill the Sun. This is good practice. I must learn how. A'-nier ti-tĭk'-a-nûmp kwaik-ai'-gar." And sounding the war-whoop he proceeded on his way.
When he came near, he said, "What was that you were saying when I came up?" "Oh, we were only saying, 'here comes our grandson," said they. "Is that all?" replied Ta-vwots', and looking around, he said, "Let me get into your water-jug"; and they allowed him to do so. "Now braid the neck."
Then Ta-vwots' was very angry, for he knew that Ta'-vĭ, the sun, had burned him; and he sat down by the fire for a long time in solemn mood, pondering on the injury and insult he had received. At last rising to his feet, he said, "My children I must go and make war upon Ta'-vĭ." And straightway he departed. Now his camp was in the valley of the Mo-a-pa.
A day later he came upon two women making water jugs of willow baskets lined with pitch, and he heard one whisper to the other, "Here comes that bad Ta-Vwots. How shall we destroy him?" "What were you saying?" asked the hare god. "Is that all? Then let me get into one of these water jugs while you braid the neck."
The surface of the Sun was broken into a thousand pieces that spattered over the earth and kindled a mighty conflagration. Ta-Vwots crept under the tree that had sheltered him, but that was of no avail against the increasing heat.
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