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sign of the ray's touch, be seen. Then we sing the stanza as we go around the lodge the third time.

The ray of Father Sun, who breathes forth life, is standing on the edge of the hills. We remember that in the morning it had stood on the edge of the opening in the roof of the lodge over the fireplace; now it stands on the edge of the hills that, like the walls of a lodge, inclose the land where the people dwell.

V

Now behold where has passed the ray of our father Sun; around
the lodge the ray has passed and left its blessing there,
touching us, each one of us.

VI

Now behold; softly climbs the ray of our father Sun; it upward
climbs, and o’er the rim it passes from the place whence
the smoke ascends on high.

VII

Now behold on the hills the ray of our father Sun; it lingers
there as loath to go, while all the plain is dark. Now has
gone the ray from us.

VIII

Now behold; lost to us the ray of our father Sun; beyond our
sight the ray has gone, returning to the place whence it
came to bring us strength.

CHANT OF THE EAGLES

This song likens the bustle and stir of the Hako party as it comes into the village to the flapping of the wings of a flock of birds as they come to a place and alight. It refers also to the birds represented on the feathered stems—the eagle, the duck, the woodpecker, and the owl. The noise of the wings of these birds is what is meant, for they are moving with the Fathers toward the Children.

THE WINGS OF THE MIGHTY

I

Hark, the sound of their wings! Mighty birds are here now
alighting, bearing promised good.
Hark, the, sound of their wings! Surely the Hako is coming.
Children, forward bring your gifts.

II

Hark, the sound of their wings! Mighty birds are here now
alighting, bearing promised good.
Hark, the sound of their wings! See! The Hako has come. We
children forward bring our gifts.

TWELFTH RITUAL (SECOND NIGHT)

THE RITES CAME BY A VISION

FIRST SONG

Was it, we ask, in dreams that the Fathers saw
Clearly the Hako, wherewith I make you now
As my son,
My own begotten?
Was it in dreams they learned how to make you thus
My offspring?

Truly, in dreams it was that the Fathers saw
Clearly the Hako, wherewith I make you now
As my son,
My own begotten.
Truly, in dreams they learned how to make you thus
My offspring.

SECOND SONG

This is the teaching, this is the word sent
Down to us from our fathers:

All of the wise words, all of the good gifts,
Brought unto you as a Son,
Verily, through a dream all of these things,
All, by the east descended.
This is the teaching, this is the word sent
Down to us from our fathers:
All of the wise words, all of the good gifts,
Now brought to you as my Son,
Verily, as of old, all of these things,
All, by the east descended.

THIRD SONG—TO THE PLEIADES

Look as they rise, up rise
Over the line where sky meets the earth;
Pleiades!
Lo! They ascending, come to guide us,
Leading us safely, keeping us one;
Pleiades,
Us teach to be, like you, united.

FOURTH SONG—OF KATASHA, THE DWELLING PLACE OF THE VISIONS

I

Give heed. We tell of Katasha holy,
Whence the dreams come down, when draweth the night time near;
Near the gods is their dwelling,
They who watch o’er men; all silently come they down.

II

Give heed! The bird of whom we are telling
Sends the dreams to us, when draweth the night time near;
Kawas, she that is sending
Holy visions, bringing, silently bringing peace.

III

Give heed! The birds of whom we are telling
Climb with dreams to us, when draweth the night time near;
Down the path they are climbing;
Where the gods to men are traveling come they down.

IV

They climb, these birds; a dream each is bringing;
Bear they dreams to us, when draweth the night time near;
Kawas—she that is sending
Down the birds with dreams; so faithful the Hako birds!

V

Then back they speed, the birds that were bringing
Down the dreams that come when draweth the night time near;
Birds and dreams are ascending
Where the gods are dwelling, watching there over men.

VI

Now this we know in truth—where are resting
Dreams that come to us when draweth the night time near;
True it is that he did see them;
In a vision saw he Katasha, where they dwell.

FIFTH SONG

I

Mother Corn! Mother Corn! We pray thee,
Be our leader, foes entrapping!
Trusting in thee, we wander far, yet we see no foe;
Food is gone, hope is dead within us.

II

Then in dreams Mother Corn spoke to me:
"I will lead you, foes entrapping!

"Testing your courage, far have I let you go astray;
"Rise, my child, follow me to vict’ry!"

SIXTH SONG

I

As I lay sleeping, as I lay dreaming,
Out of the distance came one advancing
One whom I ne’er had seen before, but when her voice
addressed me, straightway I knew her—
Lo! ’Twas our Mother, she whom we know.

II

I rose from sleeping, my dream rememb’ring
Her words I pondered, words of our mother,
Then I asked of each one I met, Tell me, how far may her
shrine be? When I found it
Sweet smoke I offered unto our Mother.

PART II

THE SACRED FEAST OF THE CORN TAKES PLACE

FIRST SONG—TO OUR FATHER SUN

Father, unto thee we cry;
Father thou of gods and men;
Father thou of all we hear;
Father thou of all we see;
Father, unto thee we cry.

SECOND SONG

Father! Thou above, father of the gods,
They who can come near and touch us,
Do thou bid them bring us help.
Help we need. Father, hear us!

THIRD SONG—TO OUR MOTHER EARTH

I

Behold! Our Mother Earth is lying here.
Behold! She giveth of her fruitfulness.
Truly, her power gives she us.
Give thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here.

II

Behold on Mother Earth the growing fields!
Behold the promise of her fruitfulness!
Truly, her power gives she us.
Give thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here.

III

Behold on Mother Earth the spreading trees!
Behold the promise of her fruitfulness!
Truly, her power gives she us.
Give thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here.

IV

We see on Mother Earth the running streams;
We see the promise of her fruitfulness.
Truly, her power gives she us.
Our thanks to Mother Earth who lieth here!

FOURTEENTH RITUAL (THIRD NIGHT)

INVOKING THE VISIONS OF THE ANCIENTS

I

Oh, come hither,
Holy dreams—Our fathers knew them
Hither come to us!
Thanks we give unto them. They our message will hear,
Calling them to come.

II

This way come they,
Holy dreams—Our fathers knew them—
Come they now this way.
Thanks we give unto them. Coming now, they draw near,
Coming now this way.

III

They come nearer,
Holy dreams—Our fathers knew them—
Come they now this way.
Thanks we give unto them. On the threshold stand they,
Holy visions stand.

IV

Now then enter,
Holy dreams—Our fathers knew them—
Enter now the lodge.
Thanks we give unto them. Enter they the lodge now,
Enter now the lodge.

V

The Son they see,
Holy dreams—Our fathers knew them—
See him now within.
Thanks we give unto them. Entered now, they see him,
See the Son within.

VI

Now they hover,
Holy dreams—Our fathers knew them—
Hover us above.
Thanks we give unto them. Pausing here above us,
Hover they above.

VII

Now depart they,
Holy dreams—Our fathers knew them—
Now they go away.
Thanks we give unto them. They are passing from us,
Going from the lodge.

VIII

Above rest they,
Holy dreams—Our fathers knew them—
Rest they now above.
Thanks we give unto them. Where they rest we send thanks,
Thanks send far above.

THE FLOCKING OF THE BIRDS

In the early spring the birds lay their eggs in their nests, in the summer they rear their young, in the fall all the young ones are grown, the nests are deserted and the birds fly in flocks over the country. One can hear the fluttering of a startled flock, the birds suddenly rise and their wings make a noise like distant thunder. Everywhere the flocks are flying. In the fall it seems as though new life were put into the people as well as into the birds; there is much activity in coming and going.

When the eggs are hatched and the young are grown, the birds flock; the promise of young has been fulfilled. In this song, which we sing toward the close of the ceremony, we are thinking of the fulfilling of the promise given by the Hako, that children will be granted to the people, so that they may be many and strong, and we sing that the great flocks are coming.

I

All around the birds in flocks are flying;
Dipping, rising, circling, see them coming.
See, many birds are flocking here,
All about us now together coming.

II

Yonder see the birds in flocks come flying;
Dipping, rising, circling, see them gather.
Loud is the sound their winging makes,
Rushing come they on the trees alighting!

III

From the flock an eagle now comes flying;
Dipping, rising, circling, comes she hither.
Loud screams the eagle, flying swift.
As an eagle flies, her nestlings seeking.

IV

It is Kawas coming, Kawas flying;
Dipping rising, circling, she advances.
See! Nearer comes she, nearer comes.
Now, alighted, she her nest is making.

V

Yonder people like the birds are flocking,
See them circling, this side, that side coming.
Loud is the sound their moving makes,
As together come they, onward come they.

VI

Toward the lodge where sits the Son they hasten,
Bringing forward gifts with joyful shouting.
Hark! Now they like the eagle scream,
Glad of heart, as when her nest she seeth.

FIFTEENTH RITUAL

SONGS FOR THE SIXTEEN CIRCUITS OF THE LODGE

The life of man depends upon the earth (h’Atira). Tiráwa atius works through it. The kernel is planted within Mother Earth as she brings forth the ear of corn, even as children are begotten and born of women.

FIRST SONG

I

Look on her! She who sought far and near for a Son!
Look on her! She who led from afar unto you!

II

Thanks we give unto her who came here for a Son.
Thanks we give unto her who has led us to you.
Thanks we give, Mother Corn, breathing life on us all.

SECOND SONG

I

Rev’rent our hearts turn unto the one who brings to us
Long life and children, peace, and the gifts of strength and food.
Rev’rent our hearts turn unto our Mother Corn!

II

Rev’rent our hearts turn unto the source whence come to us
Long life and children, peace, and the gifts of strength and. food,
Gifts from Tiráwa, sent through our Mother Corn.

THIRD SONG

I

O’er the prairie flits in ever widening circles the shadow of a
bird about me as I walk;

Upward turn my eyes, Kawas looks upon me, she turns with
flapping wings and far away she flies.

II

Round about a tree in ever widening circles an eagle flies,
alertly watching o’er his nest;
Loudly whistles he, a challenge sending far, o’er the country
wide it echoes there defying foes.

FOURTH SONG

I

Kawas flying where her nestlings now are crying; loudly cry
they when they hear her wings;
Kawas flying, cry her children, as they hear her come.
’Tis Kawas who now homeward comes!
’Tis Kawas who now homeward comes!
Quickly flying as she hears her young ones in the nest.

II

Kawas flying, o’er us flying, we her nestlings cry for joy as
now we see her come
Kawas flying! Glad our hearts as now we see her come.
’Tis Kawas brings us good gifts! ’Tis Kawas brings us good gifts!
Kawas brings gifts to us; we, like her nestlings, cry.

FIFTH SONG

I

Atira comes, she brings you life, she gives you joy; to her give
thanks as she draws near.
Now in the lodge before our eyes Atira moves;
Look upon her who brings you life, who gives you joy. Oh,
offer thanks to Mother Corn!

II

The Hako comes within the lodge, it walks within; let us give
thanks as it draws near.
Now in the lodge with Mother Corn the Hako moves;
Thanks do we give for all the joy it brings to us, the children
here, from realms above.

SIXTH SONG

I

I know. not if the voice of man can reach to the sky;
I know not if the mighty one will hear as I pray;
I know not if the gifts I ask will all granted be;
I know not if the word of old we truly can hear;
I know not what will come to pass in our future days;
I hope that only good will come, my children, to you.

II

I now know that the voice of man can reach to the sky;
I now know that the mighty one has heard as I prayed;
I now know that the gifts I asked have all granted been;
I now know that the word of old we truly have heard;
I now know that Tiráwa harkens unto man's prayer;
I know that only good has come, my children, to you.

SIXTEENTH RITUAL

(FIFTH DAY, DAWN)

SEEKING THE CHILD

The child referred to is usually a little son or daughter of the Son, the man who has received the Hako party. Upon this little child we are to put the signs of the promises which Mother Corn and Kawas bring, the promise of children, of increase, of long life, of plenty. The signs of these promises are put upon this little child, but they are not merely for that particular child

but for its generation, that the children already born may live, grow in strength, and in their turn increase so that the family and the tribe may continue.

FIRST SONG

With the dawn will I seek, seek my child,
Among the Children seek
One the gods shall here make;
My offspring, my own child.

SECOND SONG

I

Where is he, the Son?
Where his dwelling place that I seek?
Which can be his lodge, where he sits
Silent, waiting, waiting there for me?

II

Here is he, the Son,
Here his dwelling place that I seek;
This here is his lodge where he sits
Silent, waiting, waiting here for me.

SYMBOLIC INCEPTION

FIRST SONG

The ear of corn represents h’Uraru, Mother Earth who brings forth; the power which causes her to bring forth is from above, and the blue paint represents that power.

We hold the painted ear of corn toward the little child that the powers from above and from below may come near it.

Now our eyes look on him who is here;
He is as the Son we have sought;
He brings us again tidings of the Son:
"Father, come to me, here I sit
Waiting here for thee."

SIXTEENTH RITUAL—PART II

SECOND SONG

While we sing the third stanza, the Kúrahus touches the little child on the forehead with the ear of corn. The spirit of Mother Corn, with the power of Mother Earth, granted from above, has touched the child.

The touch means the promise of fruitfulness to the child and its generation.

I

Tiráwa, harken! Mighty one
Above us in blue, silent sky!
We standing wait thy bidding here;
The Mother Corn standing waits,
Waits to serve thee here;
The Mother Corn stands waiting here.

II

Tiráwa, harken! Mighty one
Above us in blue, silent sky!
We touch upon thy country fair;
The Mother Corn touches there
Upon the border land;
The Mother Corn is touching there.

III

Tiráwa harken! Mighty one
Above us in blue, silent sky!
The path we reach leads up to thee;
The Mother Corn enters there,
Upward takes her way;
The Mother Corn to thee ascends.

IV

Tiráwa, harken! Mighty one

Above us in blue, silent sky!
Behold! We in thy dwelling stand;
The Mother Corn, standing there,
Leader now is made;
The Mother Corn is leader made.

THIRD SONG

This song means that it is accomplished, that the child has been encompassed by the powers represented by the united stems. It is a promise of procreation.

I

Here stand we while upon Tiráwa now we wait;
Here Kawas stands, her mate with her is standing here;
They both are standing, waiting, bringing gifts with them.

II

We finished are, as on Tiráwa now we wait;
The task of Kawas with her mate accomplished is,
And all the work they came to do is finished now.

ACTION SYMBOLIZING LIFE

The child, surrounded by the creative forces, is urged to move, to arise as the first song is sung.

The four steps taken by the child represent the progress of life.

FIRST SONG

I am ready; come to me now, fearing nothing; come now to me here.
Little one, come, come to me here; fearing nothing, come.

SECOND SONG

Stepping forward is my child, he forward steps, the four steps takes and enters into life;
Forward stepping, four steps taking, enters into life.

THIRD SONG

Here we go singing, looking on the child Borne in his father's arms, he leading us;
Follow me singing, looking on the child.

SEVENTEENTH RITUAL

TOUCHING THE CHILD

On the preceding night water was taken from a stream; this water is now put into a bowl. Every detail of this act is symbolic. The time when the water was obtained was night, the mother of day; running water symbolizes the continuity of life, one generation following another; the bowl which holds the water resembles in its shape the dome of the sky, the abode of the powers which bestow life.

The child is touched with the water upon the head and face, an invisible outline being made, which afterward is to become distinct. The first touching with water, one of the lesser powers, is to cleanse and give strength.

FIRST SONG

I

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who is standing here;
Behold, my child; waiting here to bring the gift of strength to you.
Give heed, my child. Look! Water waits to bring to you gift of strength.

II

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who has brought you strength
Behold, my child! Strength you have and finished is the task.
Give heed, my child. Look! Water now has brought to you gift of strength.

Water is for sustenance and the maintenance of health; it is
one of the great gifts of Tiráwa atius.
The white man speaks of a heavenly Father; we say Tiráwa
atius, the Father above, but we do not think of Tiráwa as
a person. We think of Tiráwa as in everything, as the
power which has arranged and thrown down from above
everything the man needs. What the power above, Tiráwa
atius, is like, no one knows, no one has been there.

ANOINTING THE CHILD

As we sing this song the old man makes the same lines upon the face of the child as he made with the water and the brush of grass. This is in recognition that the life which has been sustained and nourished is now consecrated to Tiráwa atius, the Father above, who gives life to all things.

I

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who is standing here,
Behold, my child! waiting now to fit and set you here apart.
Give heed, my child. Look! Sacred ointment now is here come to you.

II

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who has holy made.
Behold, my child! You are set apart, and finished is the task.
Give heed, my child. Look! Sacred ointment now has set you apart.

SECOND SONG

The grass of which the brush is made is gathered during a ceremony belonging to the Rain shrine. It represents Toharu, the living covering of Mother Earth. The power which is in Toharu gives food to man and the animals so that they can live and

become strong and able to perform the duties of life. This power represented by the brush of grass is now standing before the little child.

While we sing this song the old man touches the forehead of the child with the brush of grass. The power of Toharu has reached the child, has come in contact with it to impart the strength that comes from food.

I

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who is standing here;
Behold, my child! waiting here to bring the gift of food to you.
Give heed, my child. Look! Grass now waits to bring to you gift of food.

II

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who has brought you food.
Behold, my child! Food you have received, and finished is the task.
Give heed, my child. Look! Grass has now here brought you the gift of food.

PAINTING THE CHILD

FIRST SONG

The paint symbolizes the red clouds of the dawn, the coming of the new day, the rising sun, the vigor of life. The power of the new day, the new life, is now standing before the child.

As we sing this song the old man touches the forehead with the red paint. The vigor of life, the power of the touch of the sun, is now on the child.

I

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who is standing here,

Behold, my child! waiting to bring the gift of life to you.
Give heed, my child. Look! Red paint waits, the vigor of life to bring.

II

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who has brought you life.
Behold, my child. Life you have received and finished is the task.
Give heed, my child. Look. Red paint leaves the vigor of life with you.

SECOND SONG

Blue represents the sky, the place where Tiráwa atius dwells, and with this blue paint we are to make upon the child a picture of the face of Tiráwa atius. It is a mark of Tiráwa atius' acceptance of the consecrated child and a sign of his presence. The symbol of the dwelling place of Tiráwa atius stands before the child.

I

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who is standing here,
Behold, my child! waiting here to make the sign of him above.
Give heed, my child. Look! Blue paint waits to bring to you sign of him.

II

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who has brought the sign,
Behold, my child! brought to you the sign. Accomplished now the task.
Give heed, my child. Look! Blue paint now has left with you sign of him.

PUTTING ON THE SYMBOLS

FIRST SONG

The down represents the high, light clouds (cirrus) in the blue of the sky; they are near the abode of Tiráwa atius.

The down is taken from under the wings of the white eagle. The white eagle is the mate of the brown eagle, and the child is the child of Kawas, the brown eagle. The down grew close to the heart of the eagle and moved as the eagle breathed. It represents the breath and life of the white eagle, the father of the child.

While we sing this song the old man opens his hand and lets the down fall upon the hair. The soft, white clouds near the abode of Tiráwa atius have dropped and covered the head of the child.

I

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who is standing here,
Behold, my child! waiting here to bring the sign of clouds above.
Give heed, my child. Look! Down of eagle waits with the sign of clouds.

II

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who has laid on you,
Behold, my child! sign of fleecy clouds that near Tiráwa float.
Give heed, my child. Look! Rests on you sign of the clouds above.

SECOND SONG

While we sing this song, the old man ties the downy feather on the child's hair. Tiráwa atius is now with the little child as the double feather waves over its head.

I

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who is standing here,
Behold, my child! waiting here to bring the last, great gift to you.
Give heed, my child. Look! Waits to bring the emblem the Father sends.

II

Give heed, my child, lift your eyes, behold the one who has left on you,
Behold, my child! left on you Tiráwa's breathing sign.
Give heed, my child. Look! On you rests the emblem the Father sent.

EIGHTEENTH RITUAL

FULFILLMENT PREFIGURED

MAKING THE NEST

The circle represents a nest, and is drawn by the toe because the eagle builds its nest with its claws. Although we are imitating the bird making its nest, there is another meaning to the action; we are thinking of Tiráwa making the world for the people to live in. If you go on a high hill and look around, you will see the sky touching the earth on every side, and within this circular inclosure the people live. So the circles we have made are not only nests, but they also represent the circle Tiráwa atius has made for the dwelling place of all the people. The circles also stand for the kinship group, the clan, and the tribe.

The down represents the light clouds near the dwelling place of Tiráwa—the dome of the sky over the dwelling place of the people—and it stands for the protection of Tiráwa.

SONG

Behold where two eagles come forth!
Now they soar high over head:
See where one flies, watching, flies, guarding he
His mate who has gone to her nest, dropping there;
’Tis Kawas who brings there new life.

SYMBOLIC FULFILMENT

The child represents the young generation, the continuation of life, and when it is put in the circle, it typifies the bird laying its eggs.

SONG

Within the nest the child rests its little feet,
Awaiting there the gift sent by gods above;
Descending there to him comes the promised life.

THANK OFFERING

An offering of sweet smoke is made to Tiráwa; then all traces of the nest are obliterated, and the lodge is once more thrown open to the people.

NINETEENTH RITUAL

THE CALL TO THE CHILDREN

The purpose of the rite is recognized by the important place given to children in this part of the ceremony. The ponies presented to the Fathers are each led up by a little child; the acting out of a man's war-like deeds is to honor his child, and the little child with the black covering upon its head and the picture of Tiráwa upon its face receives, with the chief, the gifts as they are presented.

In every instance the child is the tie between the two groups, the Fathers and Children.

FIRST SONG

Harken! List! We are calling you. Come! Come! Children, come!
Come! We're ready and waiting, your Father's waiting. Come! Children, come!
Hear us calling, calling you! Children, come!
Children, come! Come hither!
Harken! List as we call you, call to the Children to come.

SECOND SONG

Ready and waiting, we call you, loud we call you, loudly call;
"Come to us, Children," call we loudly, call we long; Oh, come!
Come! Come! Come!
Hear us calling, calling, Children! Oh, come!
Hear us calling, come to us here! Come!

THIRD SONG

Look, where they come, see them, see them, young ones and old ones!
Look! Here they come, this way, that way flocking together.
Hither they come, shouting like eagles,
Shouting come.
Joyous, happy, gladly come they, gaily coming, coming hither.
See where they come, flocking like birds, shouting like eagles
As they come to the Fathers.

TWENTIETH RITUAL

BLESSING THE CHILD

When I sing this song I pray to Tiráwa to come down and touch with his breath the symbol of his face and all the other symbols on the little child. I pray with all my spirit that Tiráwa atius will let the child grow up and become strong and find favor in its life.

This is a very solemn act, because we believe that Tiráwa atius, although not seen by us, sends down his breath as we pray, calling on him to come.

As I sing this song here with you I can not help shedding tears. I have never sung it before except as I stood looking upon the little child and praying for it in my heart. There is no little child here, but you are here writing all these things down that they may not be lost and that our children may know what their fathers believed and practiced in this ceremony. So, as I sing, I am calling to Tiráwa atius to send down his breath upon you, to give you strength and long life. I am praying for you with all my spirit.

The purport of this song is hidden from the people, but this is what it means: All that I have been doing to you, little child, has been a prayer to call down the breath of Tiráwa atius to give you long life and strength and to teach you that you belong to him—that you are his child and not mine.

SONG

Breathe on him!
Breathe on him!
Life thou alone canst give to him.
Long life, we pray, Oh Father, give unto him!

INCIDENTAL RITUALS

I—COMFORTING THE CHILD

Long ago there lived a holy man who knew all the songs and the rites of this ceremony, and to him came a vision wherein he was taught how to bring comfort to a little child when, during the ceremony, it cried and could not be pacified. In this vision he was shown what he must do to bring comfort to the little child, and he heard the songs that he must sing. The songs which he heard have been handed down through many generations.

When during the ceremony a child cries and can not be comforted, the mother, or someone sent by her, can approach the Kúrahus who carries the brown-eagle stem and ask him to comfort and quiet the child. The Kúrahus must comply with this request, so he rises and stands before the holy place, takes up the feathered stem and sings this song, which tells the brown eagle, Kawas, that its baby is crying.

FIRST SONG

Kawas, harken; thy baby is crying!
It grieveth, wailing and weeping and crying so sore.
Ah! It cries, cryeth so sorely;
Kawas, hasten, thy little one cryeth so sore.

SECOND SONG

Father cometh, now he cometh;
See him, little one; hark! his footsteps!

With him, see! coming are the eagles,
All are coming now to thee.

THIRD SONG

I

Look, my child, who is coming unto you;
Look up, my little one, now your trouble goes away, away;
Look! Above you flies one who guards you,
Whose presence brings you joy. Now your sorrow has departed.

II

Ah, you look! See the eagles flying over you.
From up above they come, from the clear blue sky where Father dwells;
They to you this peace-bringing solace give.
A happy little child now is smiling here light hearted.

II—CHANGING A MAN'S NAME

If any man of the Son's party had achieved success in war, and his achievements had been acknowledged by the people, he could request the Son to have the ceremony of changing his name performed.

This dramatic poem is in a rhythmic form impossible to reproduce in English; neither is a literal translation adequate to convey its meaning, since a single word sometimes represents a complex action, to the understanding of which a knowledge of the customs and beliefs of the tribe is essential. The terseness of expression was also intended to close the meaning to the uninitiated, keeping it sacred from the common people. Although the form of the following rhythmic rendition could not be determined as heretofore by musical phrases, the English version contains nothing which is not in the original text explained and amplified by the Kúrahus.

The ritual is in three parts. The first gives a brief narration

of the institution of the custom of changing the name in consequence of some new achievement. The second shows how the man was enabled to accomplish this act. It began with his lonely vigil and fast, when he cried to the powers for help. The scene then shifts to the circle of the lesser powers, who, in council, deliberate on the petition which makes its way to them and gains their consent. Then the Winds summon the messengers, and these, gathering at the lesser powers' command, are sent to earth to the man crying in lonely places, to grant his desire. This part closes with a few vivid words which set forth that only by the favor and help of the powers had the man been able to do the deed. The third deals with the man's names, the one to be discarded and the one now to be assumed.

Harken! ’Twas thus it came to pass:
In ancient days, a Leader and his men
Walked this wide earth, man's vast abode
Roofed by the heavens, where dwell the gods.
They reached a place, the spot no man can tell,
Faced dangers dread, and vanquished them:
Then, standing as if born anew to life
Each warrior threw away the name
That had been his ere yet these deeds were done.

Harken! The Leader and his men
Made there the Vict’ry Song, and set the mark!
Ye must o’ertake, if ye would be like them!

Harken! The Leader and his men
Turned then toward home. Their Vict’ry Song
Proclaimed them near; the village rose,
Looked toward the hill, where on the top
Stood the brave men singing their Song,
Heralding thus the favor of the gods
By which they had surpassed all former deeds,
Made new their claim to be accounted men.

Harken! And whence, think ye, was borne
Unto these men courage to dare,
Strength to endure hardship and war?
Mark well my words, as I reveal
How the gods help man's feebleness.
The Leader of these warriors was a man
Given to prayer. Oft he went forth
Seeking a place no one could find,
There would he stand, and lift his voice
Fraught with desire, that he might be
Invincible, a bulwark ’gainst all foes
Threat’ning his tribe, causing them fear.
Nighttime and day this cry sped on,
Traveling far, seeking to reach
Harken! Those places far above
Harken! Within the circle vast
Where sit the gods, watching o’er men.

Harken! This poor man's prayer went on,
Speeding afar into the blue
Heavens above, reached there the place—
Harken! Where dwell the lesser gods—
Harken! And great Tiráwa, mightier than all!

Harken! It was because a god
Received this prayer, considered it,
Favored its plea, and passed it on
To him whose place was next, in that grand ring,
Who, in his turn received the prayer,
Considered it, and sent it on—
Harken! Around that circle vast—
Harken! Where sit the gods above.

Harken! And thus it was the prayer
Sent by this man won the consent
Of all the gods. For each god in his place

Speaks out his thought, grants or rejects
Man's suppliant cry, asking for help;
But none can act until the Council grand
Comes to accord, thinks as one mind,
Has but one will, all must obey.
Harken! The Council gave consent.
Harken! And great Tiráwa, mightier than all.

Harken! To make their purpose known,
Succor and aid freely to give,
Heralds were called, called by the Winds;
Then in the west uprose the Clouds
Heavy and black, ladened with storm.
Slowly they climbed, dark’ning the skies;
While close on every side the Thunders marched
On their dread way, ’till all were come
To where the gods in stately Council sat
Waiting for them. Then, bade them go
Back to the earth, carrying aid
To him whose prayers had reached their circle vast.
This mandate given, the Thunders turned toward earth,
Taking their course slantwise the sky.

Harken! Another followed hard—
Lightning broke forth out of the Cloud,
Zig-zag and dart, cleaving their way
Slantwise to earth, their goal to reach.

Harken! For these two were not all
That hastened to proclaim the gods' behest;
Swift on their wings, ranging the path,
Black breasts and red, yellow, and white,
Flying about, clearing the way
For those who bore the message of the gods
Granting the man courage to dare,

Strength to endure, power to stand
Invincible, a bulwark ’gainst all foes.

Harken! ’Twas thus it came to pass:
The Leader grasped the help sent by the gods;
Henceforth he walked steadfast and strong,
Leading his men through dangers drear,
Knowing that naught could strike at him
To whom the gods had promised victory.

Attend! Once more I change his name!

Harken! Rirutskatit, it was
We used to call him by, a name he won
Long days ago, marking an act
Well done by him, but now passed by.

Harken! Today all men shall say—

Harken! His act has lifted him
Where all his tribe behold a man
Clothed with new fame, strong in new strength,
Gained by his deeds, blessed by the gods.
Harken! Shakúru Wárukote shall he be called.

CONCLUSION

LAST WORDS OF TAHIRUSSAWICHI

I have done what has never been done before. I have given you all the songs of this ceremony and explained them to you. I never thought that I, of all my people, should be the one to give this ancient ceremony to be preserved, and I wonder over it as I sit here.

I think over my long life with its many experiences; of the

great number of Pawnees who have been with me in war, nearly all of whom have been killed in battle. I have been severely wounded many times—see this scar over my eye. I was with those who went to the Rocky Mountains to the Cheyennes, when so many soldiers were slain that their dead bodies lying there looked like a great blue blanket spread over the ground. When I think of all the people of my own tribe who have died during my lifetime and then of those in other tribes that have fallen by our hands, they are so many they make a vast cover over Mother Earth. I once walked with these prostrate forms. I did not fall but I passed on, wounded sometimes but not to death, until I am here to-day doing this thing, singing these sacred songs and telling you of these ancient rites of my people. It must be that I have been preserved for this purpose, otherwise I should be lying back there among the dead.