The Warlike Seven





ONCE seven people went out to make war,--the Ashes, the Fire, the

Bladder, the Grasshopper, the Dragon Fly, the Fish, and the Turtle. As

they were talking excitedly, waving their fists in violent gestures, a

wind came and blew the Ashes away. "Ho!" cried the others, "he could not

fight, this one!"



The six went on running to make war more quickly. They descended a deep

valley, the Fire going foremost until they came to a river. The Fire

said "Hsss--tchu!" and was gone. "Ho!" hooted the others, "he could not

fight, this one!"



Therefore the five went on the more quickly to make war. They came to a

great wood. While they were going through it, the Bladder was heard

to sneer and to say, "He! you should rise above these, brothers." With

these words he went upward among the tree-tops; and the thorn apple

pricked him. He fell through the branches and was nothing! "You see

this!" said the four, "this one could not fight."



Still the remaining warriors would not turn back. The four went boldly

on to make war. The Grasshopper with his cousin, the Dragon Fly, went

foremost. They reached a marshy place, and the mire was very deep. As

they waded through the mud, the Grasshopper's legs stuck, and he pulled

them off! He crawled upon a log and wept, "You see me, brothers, I

cannot go!"



The Dragon Fly went on, weeping for his cousin. He would not be

comforted, for he loved his cousin dearly. The more he grieved, the

louder he cried, till his body shook with great violence. He blew his

red swollen nose with a loud noise so that his head came off his slender

neck, and he was fallen upon the grass.



"You see how it is," said the Fish, lashing his tail impatiently, "these

people were not warriors!"



"Come!" he said, "let us go on to make war."



Thus the Fish and the Turtle came to a large camp ground.



"Ho!" exclaimed the people of this round village of teepees, "Who are

these little ones? What do they seek?"



Neither of the warriors carried weapons with them, and their unimposing

stature misled the curious people.



The Fish was spokesman. With a peculiar omission of syllables, he said:

"Shu... hi pi!"



"Wan! what? what?" clamored eager voices of men and women.



Again the Fish said: "Shu... hi pi!" Everywhere stood young and old with

a palm to an ear. Still no one guessed what the Fish had mumbled!



From the bewildered crowd witty old Iktomi came forward. "He, listen!"

he shouted, rubbing his mischievous palms together, for where there was

any trouble brewing, he was always in the midst of it.



"This little strange man says, 'Zuya unhipi! We come to make war!'"



"Uun!" resented the people, suddenly stricken glum. "Let us kill the

silly pair! They can do nothing! They do not know the meaning of the

phrase. Let us build a fire and boil them both!"



"If you put us on to boil," said the Fish, "there will be trouble."



"Ho ho!" laughed the village folk. "We shall see."



And so they made a fire.



"I have never been so angered!" said the Fish. The Turtle in a whispered

reply said: "We shall die!"



When a pair of strong hands lifted the Fish over the sputtering water,

he put his mouth downward. "Whssh!" he said. He blew the water all over

the people, so that many were burned and could not see. Screaming with

pain, they ran away.



"Oh, what shall we do with these dreadful ones?" they said.



Others exclaimed: "Let us carry them to the lake of muddy water and

drown them!"



Instantly they ran with them. They threw the Fish and the Turtle into

the lake. Toward the center of the large lake the Turtle dived. There

he peeped up out of the water and, waving a hand at the crowd, sang out,

"This is where I live!"



The Fish swam hither and thither with such frolicsome darts that his

back fin made the water fly. "E han!" whooped the Fish, "this is where I

live!"



"Oh, what have we done!" said the frightened people, "this will be our

undoing."



Then a wise chief said: "Iya, the Eater, shall come and swallow the

lake!"



So one went running. He brought Iya, the Eater; and Iya drank all day at

the lake till his belly was like the earth. Then the Fish and the Turtle

dived into the mud; and Iya said: "They are not in me." Hearing this the

people cried greatly.



Iktomi wading in the lake had been swallowed like a gnat in the water.

Within the great Iya he was looking skyward. So deep was the water

in the Eater's stomach that the surface of the swallowed lake almost

touched the sky.



"I will go that way," said Iktomi, looking at the concave within arm's

reach.



He struck his knife upward in the Eater's stomach, and the water falling

out drowned those people of the village.



Now when the great water fell into its own bed, the Fish and the Turtle

came to the shore. They went home painted victors and loud-voiced

singers.





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