"But we are cold and hungry," replied Coyote. "Do let us in to warm ourselves."
"Well, you may come in for a little while," conceded the men.
They entered a large mat house. There were flowers in bloom and sweet music, and the people were all singing and dancing. Everybody looked well and happy.
An old woman came toward them. She carried a glass bottle in one hand and a feather in the other. "Eat, son," she said, and she dipped the feather into the bottle and passed it once over Coyote's tongue. He felt as well satisfied as if he had eaten a hearty meal.
"Eat, son," the old woman said again, and she let one dip of the feather fall into Eagle's mouth. His hunger, too, was satisfied.
Coyote and Eagle looked around them. They saw many of their dead friends. The friends did not answer them when they spoke, nor even look at them, but went on singing and dancing and having a happy time. Coyote saw that the mat house was lighted by the moon. The moon was hung from the ceiling, and the frog was attending to its light. As night faded, the spirit songs became fainter. By the time the sun appeared, all the dead had departed to sleep.
