that of a wolf,235 woo-oo-oo-oo, and became aware that something was moving toward him through the brush. He soon descried four bears walking down the canyon in single file, about thirty paces apart, alternately a female and a male. The old man had probably told them there was some one for them to kill, for they advanced with hair bristling, snouts up, and teeth showing. When he saw them coming he said, "I am Nayénĕzgạni. I am Hastséyalti. I am Sasnalkáhi. I am a god of bears," and he mentioned the names of other potent gods. As the bears were passing their hidden enemy he drew arrow after arrow to the head and slew them all, one by one. He killed them as they walked along a ledge of rock, and their bodies tumbled down on the other side of the ledge, where they were hidden from view. Soon the voice of the old man was heard in the distance crying: "Oh, my pets! Oh, Tsananaí! Oh, Tsĕ'skodi! (for the bears had names).236 Save a piece for me! Save a piece for me!" And a little later he came in sight, running and panting. He did not see his son-in-law till he was right beside him. He showed at once that he was surprised and angry, but he quickly tried to make it appear that he was angry from another cause. "I should have been here. You have let them run by," he cried in angry tones. "Oh, no," said the Navaho, "I have not let them run by. I have killed them. Look over the ledge and you will see them." The old man looked as he was told, and was struck dumb with astonishment and sorrow. He sat down in silence, with his head hanging between his knees, and gazed at the bodies of his dead pets. He did not even thank his son-in-law.237
533. Why did Deer Raiser seek the life of his son-in-law? Now Natl'nĕsthani knew, and now you shall know. The old man was a dĭné'yiani, or man-eater, and a wizard. He wanted the flesh of the Navaho to eat, and he wanted parts of the dead body to use in the rites of witchcraft. But there was yet another reason; he was jealous of the Navaho, for those who practise witchcraft practise also incest.
534. "Why did you shoot them?" said the old man at last; "the deer went out before them. Why did you not shoot the deer? Now you may skin the bears." "You never drove deer to me," said the Navaho. "These are what you drove to me. When a companion in the hunt drives anything to me I kill it, no matter what it is. You have talked much to me about hunting with you. Now I have killed game and you must skin it." "Help me, then, to skin it," said Deer Raiser. "No. I never skin the game I kill myself.238 You must do the skinning. I killed for you," said the Navaho. "If you will not help me," said the old man, "go back to the house and tell my daughter to come and assist me to skin the bears. Go back by the way we came when we trailed the deer."
