MYTHS OF MEXICO AND PERU
have our blow-pipes with us, and will shoot a bird for your dinner."
On hearing this Cabrakan grew somewhat quieter.
"Why did you not say so at first?" he growled.
"But be quick, because I am hungry."
Just at that moment a large bird passed overhead, and Hun-Apu and Xbalanque raised their blow-pipes to their mouths. The darts sped swiftly upward, and both of them struck the bird, which came tumbling down through the air, falling at the feet of Cabrakan.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" cried the giant.
"You are clever fellows indeed," and, seizing the dead bird, he was going to eat it raw when Hun-Apu stopped him.
"Wait a moment," said he. "It will be much nicer when cooked," and, rubbing two sticks together, he ordered Xbalanque to gather some dry wood, so that a fire was soon blazing.
The bird was then suspended over the fire, and in a short time a savoury odour mounted to the nostrils of the giant, who stood watching the cooking with hungry eyes and watering lips.
Before placing the bird over the fire to cook, however, Hun-Apu had smeared its feathers with a thick coating of mud. The Indians in some parts of Central America still do this, so that when the mud dries with the heat of the fire the feathers will come off with it, leaving the flesh of the bird quite ready to eat. But Hun-Apu had done this with a purpose. The mud that he spread on the feathers was that of a poisoned earth, called tizate, the elements of which sank deeply into the flesh of the bird.
When the savoury mess was cooked, he handed it to Cabrakan, who speedily devoured it.
"Now," said Hun-Apu, "let us go toward that
