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Ta-vwots Conquers The Sun






Category: ALONG THE ROCKY RANGE

Source: Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land

The Indian is a great story-teller. Every tribe has its traditions, and
the elderly men and women like to recount them, for they always find
listeners. And odd stories they tell, too. Just listen to this, for
example. It is a legend among the tribes of Arizona.

While Ta-Vwots, the hare god, was asleep in the valley of Maopa, the Sun
mischievously burned his back, causing him to leap up with a howl. Aha!
It's you, is it, who played this trick on me? he cried, looking at the
Sun. I'll make it warm for you. See if I don't.

And without more ado he set off to fight the Sun. On the way he stopped
to pick and roast some corn, and when the people who had planted it ran
out and tried to punish him for the theft he scratched a hole in the
ground and ran in out of sight. His pursuers shot arrows into the hole,
but Ta-Vwots had his breath with him, and it was an awfully strong
breath, for with it he turned all the arrows aside. The scamp is in
here, said one of the party. Let's get at him another way. So, getting
their flints and shovels, they began to dig.

That's your game, is it? mumbled Ta-Vwots. I know a way out of this
that you don't know. With a few puffs of his breath and a few kicks of
his legs he reached a great fissure that led into the rock behind him,
and along this passage he scrambled until he came to the edge of it in a
niche, from which he could watch his enemies digging. When they had made
the hole quite large he shouted, Be buried in the grave you have dug for
yourselves! And, hurling down a magic ball that he carried, he caved the
earth in on their heads. Then he paced off, remarking, To fight is as
good fun as to eat. Vengeance is my work. Every one I meet will be an
enemy. No one shall escape my wrath. And he sounded his war-whoop.

Next day he saw two men heating rocks and chipping arrow-heads from them.
Let me help you, for hot rocks will not hurt me, he said.

You would have us to believe you are a spirit, eh? they questioned,
with a jeer.

No ghost, he answered, but a better man than you. Hold me on those
rocks, and, if I do not burn, you must let me do the same to you.

The men complied, and heating the stones to redness in the fire they
placed him against them, but failed to see that by his magic breath he
kept a current of air flowing between him and the hot surface. Rising
unhurt, he demanded that they also should submit to the torture, and,
like true Indians, they did so. When their flesh had been burned half
through and they were dead, he sounded his warwhoop and went on.

On the day following he met two women picking berries, and told them to
blow the leaves and thorns into his eyes. They did so, as they supposed,
but with his magic breath he kept the stuff away from his face.

You are a ghost! the women exclaimed.

No ghost, said he. Just a common person. Leaves and thorns can do no
harm. See, now. And he puffed thorns into their faces and made them
blind. Aha! You are caught with your own chaff I am on my way to kill
the Sun. This is good practice. And he slew them, sounded his war-whoop,
and went on.

The morning after this affair some women appeared on Hurricane Cliff and
the wind brought their words to his ears. They were planning to kill him
by rolling rocks upon him as he passed. As he drew near he pretended to
eat something with such enjoyment that they asked him what it was. He
called out, It is sweet. Come to the edge and I will throw it up to
you. With that he tossed something so nearly within their reach that in
bending forward to catch it they crowded too near the brink, lost their
balance, fell over, and were killed. You are victims of your own greed.
One should never be so anxious as to kill one's self. This was his only
comment, and, sounding the warwhoop, he went on.

A day later he came upon two women making water jugs of willow baskets
lined with pitch, and he heard one whisper to the other, Here comes that
bad Ta-Vwots. How shall we destroy him?

What were you saying? asked the hare god.

We just said, 'Here comes our grandson.' (A common form of endearment.)

Is that all? Then let me get into one of these water jugs while you
braid the neck.

He jumped in and lay quite still as they wove the neck, and they laughed
to think that it was braided so small that he could never escape,
when--puff! the jug was shattered and there was Ta-Vwots. They did not
know anything about his magic breath. They wondered how he got out.

Easily enough, replied the hare god. These things may hold water, but
they can't hold men and women. Try it, and see if they can. With their
consent, Ta-Vwots began weaving the osiers about them, and in a little
while he had them caged. Now, come out, he said. But, try as they
might, not a withe could they break. Ha, ha! You are wise women, aren't
you? Bottled in your own jugs! I am on my way to kill the Sun. In time I
shall learn how. Then, sounding his war-whoop, he struck them dead with
his magic ball and went on.

He met the Bear next day, and found him digging a hole to hide in, for he
had heard of the hare god and was afraid. Don't be frightened, friend
Bear, said the rogue. I'm not the sort of fellow to hide from. How
could a little chap like me hurt so many people? And he helped the Bear
to dig his den, but when it was finished he hid behind a rock, and as the
Bear thrust his head near him he launched his magic ball at his face and
made an end of him. I was afraid of this warrior, said Ta-Vwots, but
he is dead, now, in his den. And sounding his war-whoop he went on.

It was on the day following that he met the Tarantula, a clever rascal,
who had a club that would deal a fatal blow to others, but would not hurt
himself. He began to groan as Ta-Vwots drew near, and cried that he had a
pain caused by an evil spirit in his head. Wouldn't Ta-Vwots thump it
out? Indeed, he would. He grasped the club and gave him the soundest kind
of a thwacking, but when the Tarantula shouted Harder, he guessed that
it was an enchanted weapon, and changing it for his magic ball he
finished the Tarantula at a blow. That is a stroke of your own seeking,
he remarked. I am on my way to kill the Sun. Now I know that I can do
it. And sounding his war-whoop he went on.

Next day he came to the edge of the world and looked off into space,
where thousands of careless people had fallen, and there he passed the
night under a tree. At dawn he stood on the brink of the earth and the
instant that the Sun appeared he flung the magic ball full in his face.
The surface of the Sun was broken into a thousand pieces that spattered
over the earth and kindled a mighty conflagration. Ta-Vwots crept under
the tree that had sheltered him, but that was of no avail against the
increasing heat. He tried to run away, but the fire burned off his toes,
then his feet, then his legs, then his body, so that he ran on his hands,
and when his hands were burned off he walked on the stumps of his arms.
At last his head alone remained, and that rolled over hill and valley
until it struck a rock, when the eyes burst and the tears that gushed
forth spread over the land, putting out the flames. The Sun was
conquered, and at his trial before the other gods was reprimanded for his
mischievous pranks and condemned thereafter to travel across the sky
every day by the same trail.





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