never had a chance to get whale meat. They staked stores of roots and berries against the whale. When they were playing the old man put on his sea-otter cap and stood behind the players. He had painted his face red, white, and blue, and he talked as loud as he could the whole day, making the ball afraid of him. Therefore it never came near him, and the Tillamook were unable to win the game. They were beaten and lost their stake. When they were beaten Txäxä′ made them a present of whale meat. The following year they played again, and the Tillamook were beaten once more. Then they began to fight, and in the struggle Txäxä′ was killed. The people began to cry when they saw that Txäxä′ was killed. They put him into a canoe, which was paddled by six men, and went down the river. They came to the house where his mother was roasting clams, while his father was sitting idly by the fire. The people cried, "Your son has been shot through the heart."
The old man saw them coming, but he did not stir. He asked his wife, "Are the clams soon done?"
Now the canoe arrived, the men jumped ashore, and went up to the old man and said, "Your son has been killed." The old man merely turned his head and said, "Come up here and eat clams with us." Then the man who carried the message said, "The old man does not mind at all that his son has been killed. He invites us to eat clams with him." They went up, and, when they were eating, the old man joked with them and was very merry. When they had finished eating he said, "Let us go down and look at the body."
They went down; the old man shook his son and asked, "What is the matter, Paint-face? Three colors are on your face. Arise and purify the inside of your body." Then the dead one awoke, opened his eyes, and asked, "Is the tide coming in?" The old man replied, "No; it is still ebb-tide." Txäxä′ replied, "Then I am dead. If it had been flood tide I should have returned to life." Then his father said, "Take him to Red-water Creek (Tanlō wunā′is = looking red), and call all the people from both sides of the river. Take this kettle and a small stick." When all had assembled he told them to stand on both sides of the river, and ordered two men to make a dam across the water. He told them, "He shall lie down. Then you must sing and beat time on the kettle. He will rise and vomit into it, and you must pour what he has vomited into the water where it is deepest."
They did as he had ordered. When they began to sing and to beat time, Txäxä′ arose and vomited blood into the kettle. They threw it into the water where it was deepest, opened the dam, and let it run down the river. The kettle was quite full of blood. Twice
