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Show 91 C "Here mother, we'll help you," Toho said. Chua and Toho locked their hands and elbows together to form a sitting place to carry Sihu up the hill. The rain came pouring out of the sky so the boys couldn't see the trail. "Here it is," Toho said, as his foot found the first rock step. "I didn't know the storm would be so bad. I shouldn't have come," Sihu said. She curled an arm tightly around each of the boys' necks. Rainwater ran into Chua's eyes and ears, washing over his entire body. The trail became too narrow for the boys to carry Sihu. "You'll have to walk now," Toho yelled above the thunder and rain. "I can't see," yelled Sihu, as the rain ran off her black hair and into her eyes. "I'll go first," Toho said, "and pull you up after me." "And I'll steady you from behind," yelled Chua. A river of water ran down the steps of the narrow path. The earth began to rumble and shake. The Gods are moving in the underworld, thought Chua. The roar became louder, drowning out the sounds of thunder and rain. "I'm frightened," she called, "and my bones hurt." "Go faster," yelled Chua. "I will bring you medicine when we get you home." He thought of the creosote bushes he had seen in the canyon when he went to get water. The leaves were good for stiff bones. Chua could see a great wave of water in the distance, moving down the canyon taking everything in its path. He pushed the small Hopi woman ahead of him faster. Toho climbed up on a rock ledge, and pulled his mother toward him. |
