the previous occasion, the women were alarmed and offered the Navaho a large fee, in goods, if he would restore the smoker to life. The medicine being administered and the ceremonies being repeated, the old man became again conscious.
504. As soon as he recovered he said: "My son-in-law, give me another smoke. I have travelled far and smoked much tobacco; but such fine tobacco as yours I never smoked before." As on the other occasions, the old man had to beg four times before his request was granted. A third time the pipe was filled; the old man smoked and swooned; the women gave presents to the Navaho; the atsósi ké‘tlo was administered, and the smoker came to life again.
505. But as soon as he regained his senses he pleaded for another smoke. "The smoke is bad for you," said the Navaho. "It does you harm. Why do you like my tobacco so well?" "Ah! it makes me feel good to the ends of my toes. It smells well and tastes well." "Since you like it so well," said the young man, "I shall give you one more pipeful." This time the old man smoked vigorously; he drew the smoke well into his chest and kept it there a long time before blowing it out. Everything happened now as before, but in addition to the medicine used previously, the Navaho scattered the fragrant yádidĭnil221 on the hot coals and let the patient breathe its fumes. The Navaho had now four large bundles of fine goods as pay for his services. When the old man recovered for the fourth time he praised loudly the tobacco of the Navaho. He said he had never felt so happy as when smoking it. He asked the Navaho: "How would you like to try my tobacco? "and he went to the other lodge to fetch his tobacco pouch. While he was gone the Wind People whispered into the ear of the Navaho: "His tobacco will kill you surely. It is not like your tobacco. Those who smoke it never wake again!"
506. Presently the old man returned with a pouch that had pictures of the sun and moon on it, and with a large pipe—much larger than that of the Navaho—decorated with figures of deer, antelope, elk, and Rocky Mountain sheep.222 The old man filled his pipe, lighted it, puffed the smoke to earth and sky, each twice, alternately, and handed the pipe to the Navaho. The young man said: "I allow no one to fill the pipe for me but myself. My customs differ from yours. You ask a stranger for a smoke. I ask no man for a smoke. I pick my own tobacco. Other people's tobacco makes me ill; that is why I do not use it." Thus he spoke, yet the stuff he had given the old man to smoke was not the same that he used himself. The latter consisted of four kinds of tobacco: glónato, or weasel tobacco, depénato, or sheep tobacco, dsĭ'lnato, or mountain tobacco, and kósnato, or cloud tobacco.223 He had differ-
