The tales collected for this book have been somewhat rewritten as many of the original myths are "sustained by course and cruel incidents" (quoted from the preface).
iged to cut them down for firewood. Also they killed all the large animals for food, but the small ones hid in the rocks. After that the waters went down; trees and grass began to grow over all the earth, but never any more on the tops of high mountains. They had all been burned off. You can see that it is so."
From the top of the mountain Alan could see all the hills on the other side shouldering and peering down toward the happy valley of Corn Water.
"Here," said the Basket Woman, "my people came of old time in the growing season of the year; they planted corn, and the streams came down from the hills and watered it. Now we, too, will go down."
They went by a winding trail, steep and stony. The pines stood up around and locked them closely in.
"I see smoke arising," said Alan, "blue smoke above the pines."
"It is the smoke of their hearth fires," said the Basket Woman, and they went down and down.
"I hear a sound of singing," said the boy.
"It is the women si