{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_74339/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_74339","id":"gutenberg_74339","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/74339","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Indians of North America -- Folklore -- Juvenile literature"],"text":"[Illustration: _Hah-Tse-Yalti, the talking God._]\n\n\n\n\n                            THE SONS OF KAI\n\n                      _The Story the Indian Told_\n\n                                  By\n                             Henry Beston\n\n                               New York\n                         THE MACMILLAN COMPANY\n                                 1927\n\n                         _All rights reserved_\n\n\n\n\n\n                           COPYRIGHT, 1926,\n                       BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.\n\n                       Set up and electrotyped.\n                       Published November, 1926.\n\n\n             _Printed in the United States of America by_\n                J. J. LITTLE AND IVES COMPANY, NEW YORK\n\n\n\n\n                                  To\n                      MISS MARY CABOT WHEELWRIGHT\n               _Because those who love the Southwest and\n           its peoples owe to her courage, her discernment,\n                       and her venturing spirit\n                      more than they can repay._\n\n\n\n\nILLUSTRATIONS\n\n\n HAH-TSE-YALTI, THE TALKING GOD.                  _Frontispiece_\n\n                                                          PAGE\n\n THE TWIN SONS OF KAI.                               _facing_  6\n\n THE BUFFALOES AND THE BUFFALO CALVES.               _facing_ 12\n\n THEY SWAM AND THRASHED ABOUT IN THE POOLS.                   15\n\n \u201cWHERE ARE YOUR SONS?\u201d                                       23\n\n THERE WERE FLASHES OF LIGHTNING THROUGH THE TUMBLING WATERS. 27\n\n THE TWINS LEARNED THE USE OF BOW AND ARROW.         _facing_ 30\n\n \u201cHERE ARE THREE GIFTS TO HELP YOU WIN THEM.\u201d                 33\n\n HOMEWARD TO THE CANYON OF THEIR CHILDHOOD.                   53\n\n\n\n\nTHE SONS OF KAI\n\n\nThe country of the Navahos lies south and west of the Rocky Mountains\non a great tableland lifted up into the sky. It is a country of canyons\nand deserts, mountains and wild pasture lands arched over by the bluest\nsky in all the world. The sun there seems bigger than our northern sun,\nand he treads the sky each day like a proud Indian god in a feather\nheaddress of gold and fire.\n\nWhen a Navaho falls ill, or has recovered from an illness, his friends\nand the friends of his friends meet together by night to dance the\nsacred fire dance. In the open land by some lonely settlement in the\nancient hills, they kindle great fires under the starry sky, and dance\nthe sacred dance round and about the flames. The old men sing, the\ndrums resound, and the tread of the dancers shakes the earth till the\nfires sink and die in the glow of the mountain dawn.\n\nThe song which the old men sing at the dance is very beautiful and very\nold. It is called the Song of Healing. This is the story the Navahos\ntell about the song.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nOnce upon a time, say the Navahos, an Indian people lived in a cliff\ndwelling in the south wall of the Canyon de Chelly.[A] The huge,\narched-over hollow in which their town was built was more than halfway\nup the side of the reddish-pink canyon wall, and to get to it, the\npeople had to climb ladders and follow narrow paths cut in the stone.\nLooking from the canyon up to the cliff, one could see the little\nsquare houses nestling under the huge arch, a watch tower, and a\ngranary. At one end of the arch, a ribbon of water, gliding down the\ncliff, marked the overflow of a fine spring which never failed.\n\nThe people of the cliff village lived by farming. A river flowed\nthrough the canyon, and along its banks were peach orchards, and\nmeadows, and fields of melons, squashes, beans and tasselled corn. All\nday long, as they went back and forth between their fields and the\ntown, the Indians could be seen climbing up and down the cliff.\n\nAt night, the ladders were pulled up so that no enemy or climbing\nanimal could reach the town. Then the great arch filled with stars,\nlittle cooking fires began to twinkle in front of the houses, and the\nbarking of coyotes was to be heard, now near, now ever so faint and far\naway.\n\nThe silversmith of the town was named Pesh-li-kai, which, in the Navaho\ntongue, means the Silver Man. He had a little forge, a bellows of goat\nskin, and an anvil which he held between his knees. Now Pesh-li-kai, so\nthe Navahos say, had a daughter, and she was quite the handsomest of\nall the Indian girls. So gracefully and prettily did she move that the\npeople called her Kai, which is The Willow.\n\nOne spring morning, Kai went down the ladders to weed in the young\ncorn. Suddenly she heard a pleasant voice call her by name.\n\nThe maiden dropped her weeding stick, rose to her feet, and looked\nabout. No one was near, and no one answered her when she called.\n\nA few days later the girl again went down to weed in the corn. A little\nbreeze was blowing thin clouds down the canyon sky, and brought to the\ngirl\u2019s ears the faint voices of other villagers working along the\nvalley. Suddenly Kai heard, from near at hand, the pleasant voice again\ncalling her by name.\n\nOnce more, the daughter of Pesh-li-kai looked about, and once more\ncould not discover who had called.\n\nOn a third morning, however, when the same unknown voice had spoken\na third time, there was a rustling of leaves in bushes by the river,\nand a young Indian man stepped out of them, and walked towards Kai. He\nwas tall, his features were grave and handsome, and he was clothed in\na splendid garment of soft, snow-white buckskin beautifully decorated\nwith beadwork figures in the old Indian way. Upon his head was an\nIndian bonnet of eagle plumes.\n\nThis tall young man was Hah-Tse-Yalti or the Talking God. He had seen\nthe daughter of Pesh-li-kai and fallen in love with her. So that\nmorning, in the spring sunlight of the canyon, the Talking God asked\nthe girl to marry him, and this she did.\n\nOf this marriage, twin boys were born whose strange adventures you\nshall hear.\n\n[Illustration: _The twin sons of Kai._]\n\nThe daughter of Pesh-li-kai brought up her sons in the cliff dwelling.\nTheir father, Hah-Tse-Yalti, had returned to the country of the gods.\n\nBecause the twins were fatherless, or seemingly so, all the villagers\nwere kind to them. The war chief of the village, who was a nephew of\nPesh-li-kai, taught them the use of the bow and arrow; the peace chief\nof the tribe taught them the Indian lore of animals. Their mother Kai\ntaught them the ancient prayer to the gods and to the new day which the\nNavahos still say when the sun comes over the mountains.\n\n[Illustration: _The twins learned the use of bow and arrow._]\n\nThey hunted, they fished in the river, they swam and thrashed about in\nthe pools.\n\n[Illustration: _They swam and thrashed about in the pools._]\n\nEvery summer buffalo hunters left the village to go buffalo hunting\non the plains, and before they went, the men and boys of the village\ndanced the buffalo dance.\n\nIn the year that the boys were ten years old, the dance took place at\nnight. As the houses of the town were built against the back wall and\nthe sides of the open hollow, there was a fine open space in front\nunder the overhanging arch, and there the Indians built a great fire.\nThe pine branches crackled and burnt fiercely, the yellow flames leaped\nat the roof, darkening the soot-smudge already there, and a fragrant\nsmoke full of red sparks curled out the arch and poured up into the sky.\n\nThen drums began to sound, stately drums, and the older men of the\nvillage came out beating the drums and singing the deep-voiced buffalo\nsong.\n\nThen came the younger men, the dancers, climbing one by one from their\ncouncil-chamber underground. The dancers wore moccasins of hide and\nturquoise beadwork trimmed with the black and white of skunk fur,\ntheir lean, strong legs were washed over with reddish brown paint, a\nbroad band of white cloth encircled them from the waist to just above\nthe knees, and their bare upper bodies and arms were painted like\ntheir legs. They wore turquoise and silver necklaces, and round their\nforeheads, bands of brilliant cloth.\n\nTen of the dancers were supposed to be buffaloes. You could not see\ntheir human heads at all, for they were hidden in real buffalo heads\nwith hollow wooden frames. These dancers looked just like buffaloes\nwith painted human bodies. Two little buffalo calves followed behind\nthe grown-up dancers. When the older buffaloes pretended to be real\nbuffaloes, and looked about and at the ground as if they were looking\nfor grass, the two buffalo calves did the same thing.\n\n[Illustration: _The buffaloes and the buffalo calves...._]\n\nThe buffalo calves were the twin sons of the Talking God and Kai. They\nwere proud beyond words to be in the dance. Their thick, straight,\nblack hair had just the gloss of a blackbird\u2019s wing in the sun, their\neyes were a deep black-brown, and they were strongly made and of\npleasant countenance, even as the Talking God, their father.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nA day or two after the dance, the mother of the twins went down into\nthe canyon to look for certain roots used in making a dye. As she was\nscanning the ground, she saw a ground owl sitting at the mouth of its\nburrow playing cat\u2019s cradle with a thin buckskin thong. The Navahos say\nthat the spider taught the owl this game, and that the owl taught it to\nmen.\n\n\u201cDaughter of Pesh-li-kai,\u201d said the ground owl, \u201cwhere are your sons?\u201d\n\n[Illustration: \u201c_Where are your sons?_\u201d]\n\n\u201cIn the village,\u201d replied the mother of the twins.\n\nFor a moment or two after this, the owl said nothing whatever, but\ncontinued with his \u201ccat\u2019s cradle\u201d game. Then suddenly he fixed his\nround yellow eyes on Kai, and said slowly, \u201cIf I were you, I would\nhide them there a while. The god whom we call the Mischief Maker is in\nthe land, and if he finds the twins, he may do them harm. Keep them at\nhome, Daughter of Pesh-li-kai.\u201d\n\nAt these words the frightened mother dropped the little bundle of dye\nroots she had already gathered, and ran as fast as she could back to\nthe village. When she reached her house, her heart almost stopped\nbeating, for the boys were not there. She did find them, however, at\ntheir grandfather\u2019s. They were seated on the ground near the tiny\nforge, watching Pesh-li-kai melting silver in a cup.\n\nCalling the twins to her, their mother told them of the ground owl\u2019s\nwarning, and forbade them to leave the village even for a moment. She\nthen gave them a buckskin cord to play cat\u2019s cradle with, and went\ndown the ladders to continue her search for the roots. As these were\nsmall and not very plentiful, she had to search the ground for them\nslowly and carefully.\n\nAbout the middle of the afternoon, the mother became aware of a sound\nof the sighing of wind, a sound that did not die away, but grew louder\nand louder and louder till all the little pinyon pines in the canyon,\nrustling and moaning together, made a sound like the sea. Kai knew\ninstantly that a cloud-burst was at hand. She had hardly gathered her\nroots together before the sky grew pitchy dark.\n\nGreat whirling billows of dust now swept up the black canyon; whirls\nof dust swept off the canyon rim into the tumult of the upper air; the\nwhole world seemed to dissolve in a great, trembling, roaring sound\nof wind and rushing rain. With a peal of thunder that echoed and\nre-echoed from the canyon walls, the cloud-burst reached the valley.\n\nRoaring rain of the southwest country, rain of the giant drops, rain\nthat in the twinkling of an eye turns little rivers to deep streams.\nThe thunder bird rode the wild dark, the wind, and the sheets of rain,\nthe arrows of lightning fell from the bows of the thunder spirits.\n\nSeeing the cloud-burst coming, the Indians working in the fields\ndropped their sticks and hoes and ran as fast as they could for the\nladders. Kai ran pell-mell with the rest. The instant she reached the\ntown she looked about for her sons.\n\nThey were nowhere to be found.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nPresently a neighbor remembered seeing them going down the ladders\ncarrying their bows and arrows. Another neighbor was sure that they had\ngone to hunt wild turkeys in the waste land back of the canyon rim.\n\nThe twins had forgotten their mother\u2019s warning, and were out somewhere\nin the storm.\n\nThe water which had fallen on the uplands now began to tumble over\nthe canyon rim in wild cascades, and as the storm increased, the arch\nthrough which the village looked out upon the world was curtained over\nby a giant waterfall. Now and then, at one edge of the arch, there were\nflashes of lightning through the tumbling waters.\n\n[Illustration: _There were flashes of lightning through the tumbling\nwaters._]\n\nIn the shelter of its rocky hollow, the town stood snug and dry. But it\nwas very dark, and the darkness was full of the hiss and roaring of the\nfall.\n\nThe Indians built a fire and gathered about the flames.\n\nAll night long, the daughter of Pesh-li-kai fed the great fire with\nfresh branches. All night long, sitting alone, she watched the play\nof the flames on the plunging foam of the fall, and listened to the\nthunder mingle its wild sound with the tumult of the waters.\n\nWhen the morning came, and the great fall had thinned to half a dozen\nlittle ones, the mother was still there waiting by the embers of the\nfire.\n\nThe boys had not returned.\n\nThe Mischievous God had found them, and shut them up in a cave.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nFor three days the twins remained in the cave. It was darker than the\ndarkest night within, and fearing to lose each other, the boys clung\ntogether as they felt their way about. On the second day, one of the\nboys fell heavily over a stone, and rose from the ground crippled and\nlame.\n\nOn the morning of the third day, they heard a heavy sound. The stones\nwith which the Mischievous God had blocked the mouth of the cave had\nfallen down. A ray of light appeared, and the boys went towards the\nsparkling gleam. When they had emerged into the sunshine, one of the\ntwins said to his brother,\n\n\u201cWhere is the light of which you spoke? I cannot see it.\u201d And he felt\nabout as if he were still in the cave.\n\nThen the other twin looked into his brother\u2019s eyes, and saw that during\nthe three days in the cave his brother had become blind.\n\nLeading his blind brother by the hand, the lame boy led off into the\nempty country. Far, far away, rising blue and beautiful through blue\nair, one of the four sacred mountains of the Indian people lifted its\nsnow-capped head. The twins were in a strange desert country many days\njourney from their canyon home.\n\nAfter wandering thirstily about for a whole day, they came to a\nlittle river, and upon its bank they rested for the night.\n\nThe next morning, when the rosy desert dawn began to blossom in the\nsky, and the long dawn shadows of the cactuses and the desert shrubs\nlay gray and cool upon the lifeless ground, the twins stood up, and\nsaid the old Indian prayer to the sun and the new-born day. Then down\nthe stream they hobbled forlorn towards reddish desert mountains at the\nfar edge of earth and sky.\n\nThe river, as it approached the mountains, grew larger, and presently\nplunged into a canyon much narrower and deeper than the canyon in which\nthe boys were born. Now following along a little bank, now climbing\nover great boulders in the river bed, the boys struggled on into the\ngorge. Suddenly the river turned a sharp corner, and following it, the\ntwins found themselves in a wild and magnificent valley whose slopes\nwere green with trees.\n\nFrom the eastern wall of this valley, a huge cliff with a broad flat\ntop thrust itself forth like the prow of a giant ship built to sail\nthrough the stars. Fires were burning on its summit, and columns of\npale smoke wavered and scurried away in the wind on the heights. At the\nfoot of the cliff, the river churned in a great foaming pool, and this\npool was full of huge logs washed down the hillsides by cloud-bursts\nand the floods of spring.\n\nThis rock was Tse-intyel, \u201cThe Broad Rock of the Gods,\u201d and the pool\nwas \u201cThe Place of the Whirling Logs.\u201d The Gods dwelt there.\n\nJust before the twilight deepened and died, the lame boy managed to\nkindle a tiny fire. The blind twin sat beside it, listening to the\ndeep thunder of the churning pool. Every now and then some log would\nstrike some other log a dull, booming blow.\n\nSuddenly the blind lad heard the faintest sound of distant footsteps,\nand caught his lame twin by the arm. Looking up startled, the lame boy\nsaw a tall man coming towards them, his face grave and sorrowful.\n\nThe visitor was Hah-Tse-Yalti, the Talking God. An eagle had told him\nof the plight of his twin sons. So that night the Talking God consoled\nhis unhappy children, and told them what they must do to be healed.\n\n\u201cYou must visit the four sacred mountains,\u201d said the Talking God.\n\u201cFirst you must go to the Mountain of the North, then to the Mountain\nof the East, then to the Mountain of the South, and lastly to the\nMountain of the West. The tribes of the Sacred Mountains will receive\nyou in friendship, and at the Mountain of the West, the Chief of the\nPeople will teach you the Healing Song.\u201d\n\nSo the lame boy and the blind boy went north and east and south and\nwest to the four sacred mountains and learned the healing song. Their\nfather Hah-Tse-Yalti watched over them, and every night while they\nslept, placed a bowl of food at their side.\n\nWhen the twins had learned the healing song, they made their way again\nto the Broad Rock and sang the song before the Gods.\n\n\u201cBut where are your gifts?\u201d said the Gods. \u201cYou must bring us the three\nsacred stones before you can be healed.\u201d\n\nIn the dark of the night Hah-Tse-Yalti came with the bowl of food, and\nwoke his sons.\n\n\u201cThe three sacred stones,\u201d said the God, \u201care Turquoise, Silver, and\nShell. The Hopi people guard them. Here are three gifts to help you win\nthem. In this buckskin pouch of white beads is the Frost, the enemy of\nthe young corn.\n\n\u201cIn this buckskin pouch of green beads is the Cutworm, the devourer.\n\n\u201cIn this buckskin pouch of blue beads is the Hail that strikes the\ngrown corn to the ground.\u201d\n\n[Illustration: \u201c_Here are three gifts to help you win them._\u201d]\n\nDown the river paths, and across the desert and the mountains, the\nboys went to work for the Hopis who guarded the Sacred Stones.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nThe boys found the Hopi people living in the desert on the same mesas\nthey occupy today. The Hopis, so the Navahos say, mocked at the\nbrothers.\n\n\u201cHo! Ho! Ho!\u201d they said, \u201cso you have come to work for us, have you?\nWhat can you do, you lame boy, and what can you do, blind boy? And what\nwage do you ask of us?\u201d\n\n\u201cAt the end of the spring, our wage shall be the Sacred Silver Stone,\u201d\nsaid the boys. \u201cAt the midsummer, our wage shall be the Sacred\nTurquoise Stone, and at the time of the harvest, you shall pay us the\nlast sacred stone of gleaming purple shell. Will you make this bargain\nwith us, people of the Hopi?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said the Hopi people mockingly, never dreaming that the twins\nmeant what they said. And they gave the twins an almost roofless room\nin an old part of their pueblo, and told them to go and work in the\nfields.\n\nAll the early spring, the lame boy and the blind boy worked hard\nhelping the Hopis plant their corn. The corn of the Pueblo Indians is\nnot straw-yellow like ours, but of all colors; it is orange, it is\norange-gold, it is garnet-red, it is purple like the grape.\n\nWhen the spring was at end, and the young corn was well started in the\nfields below the mesa, the twins asked for the Sacred Silver Stone.\n\n\u201cWe have kept you alive, and that is enough,\u201d said the Hopis angrily.\n\u201cDo you suppose we should ever part with the Sacred Silver Stone?\u201d\n\nThe twins said little, but remembered the frost magic which their\nfather had given them in the first buckskin bag. In the middle of the\nnight, when the stars were shining on the desert, and everybody in the\npueblo was asleep, the twins opened the bag. The cold that crept out of\nthe pouch nipped and numbed their fingers, and through the broken roof,\nthey could see the stars veiling over.\n\nFor three days, the twins left the pouch open, for three days it was\ncold in the Hopi country, and for three nights there were frosts which\ndamaged the growing corn. The Hopis presently held a council to see\nwhat could be done.\n\nAfter the Hopis had talked and talked, and everybody in the pueblo had\nbeen asked for his advice, an old man chanced to say:\n\n\u201cWe have not yet asked the lame boy and the blind boy. Suppose we ask\nthem to the council, too. They may be able to give us some advice.\u201d\n\nAt this many laughed, but the twins were sent for, after all. The lame\nlad hobbled to the council ground with his blind brother clinging to\nhis sleeve.\n\nThen the lame lad leaned upon his brother and told the Hopis that he\nand his twin could work magic to stop the frost and save the corn, but\nthat for doing this, the Hopis must give them the promised sacred stone.\n\nUnwilling to lose their corn and live half starved during the next\nwinter, the Hopis promised faithfully to give the boys the sacred\nstone. So the boys closed the first buckskin bag, and the corn began to\ngrow again.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nBy the midsummer, the tasseled corn was growing splendidly. The twins,\nwho had worked hard, then asked for the second sacred stone. But the\nHopis were unwilling to pay the promised wage.\n\nThat night the twins let the cutworm out of the second bag, and before\nthe morning he had worked a world of mischief in the corn. Once again\nthe Hopis held a council, and once again they called in the brothers.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said the boys. \u201cWe have magic strong enough to clear the cutworm\nfrom the corn, but you must promise us the second sacred stone.\u201d\n\nSo the Hopis promised faithfully to give the brothers the Stone of\nTurquoise, and the boys then closed the bag from which the cutworm had\ncrept. The instant they did so the cutworm vanished from the corn.\n\nAt harvest time, the tall stalks of corn were more beautiful than\never. The brothers now asked for the three sacred stones--the Stone of\nSilver, the Stone of Turquoise and the Stone of Purple Shell.\n\n\u201cBe off!\u201d said the Hopis. \u201cYou shall not have the stones.\u201d And they\nthreatened the boys that they would send them away from the mesa.\nReturning to their room, the boys opened the last of the buckskin bags.\n\nThe sky grew dark; the wind began to howl over the mesa; the corn\nstalks shuddered, and tossed their ripening leaves. Suddenly huge hail\nstones began to tumble down.\n\nThe hearts of the Hopis grew cold with fear, for they knew that the\nhail would beat down the corn, and that the ears would rot rather than\nripen.\n\n\u201cStop the hail with your magic!\u201d they cried to the boys. But the boys\npaid no heed till the Hopis put the sacred stones into their hands.\n\nThen the hail stopped, the storm cleared away as swiftly as it had\ngathered, and the brothers left the mesa carrying the stones for which\nthe Gods had asked. On the rocky stairs leading from the pueblo to the\nground, the magic hail stones were shining and melting in the sun.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nTse-intyel, the home of the Gods, was far away beyond the deserts\nand the mountains, but the brothers made the long journey safely.\nHah-Tse-Yalti, their father, though unseen by them, protected them and\nbrought them food.\n\nAfter spending a night by the Pool of the Whirling Logs, the boys\nclimbed the Broad Rock of the Gods. They began their climb long before\nthe dawn, and arrived at the top just as the sun appeared at the far\nrim of the earth.\n\nFrom the flat top of Tse-intyel, the Gods could see all the wide Indian\nworld,--the deserts, the waste lands, the river pastures, the dark\ncanyons with the sun silvering their western rim, the lonely little\nhills, the snowy mountains, and the great plains where the buffalo\nherds moved like slow cloud shadows over the immense and tawny land.\n\nThen Hah-Tse-Yalti took his sons by the hand, and led them before\nthe Gods. The chief of the Gods was he whom the Navahos call \u201cThe\nGod-Who-Is-Stronger-Than-Fear.\u201d The brothers then gave the Gods the\nthree sacred stones, and sang the Healing Song.\n\nWhen they had finished, the God-Who-Is-Stronger-Than-Fear touched the\nblind boy upon the eyes, and the lame boy upon the knee. And the blind\nboy saw again, and the lame boy limped no more.\n\nSo the brothers gave thanks to the Gods, and rejoiced at their healing,\nand Hah-Tse-Yalti rejoiced with his sons. When the time came for the\nboys to go, Hah-Tse-Yalti led them to the eastern edge of Tse-intyel,\nshowed them their canyon home, and told them of the trail of the\nGods which led to it.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nHomeward to the canyon of their childhood went the boys, homeward to\nthe cliff dwelling and to Kai their mother.\n\n[Illustration: Homeward to the canyon of their childhood.]\n\nAnd the Navahos say that the twins became great heroes, and taught the\nIndian peoples the Healing Song they sing to this very day.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n                               Footnote\n [A] Pronounced \u201cchay.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n                          Transcriber\u2019s Notes\n\nPerceived typographical errors have been silently corrected.\n\nIllustrations have been moved nearer to the text to which they refer.\nAs a result, the page numbers listed in the Illustrations table may be\nincorrect.","title":"The sons of Kai : $b The story the Indian told","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":4390}