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Show 6 "And did the children come today?" Asked his mother. "Maybe the day was too hot for them," he said. "A fine day then," she said. Somli pretended sleep until the others came. That day the mother did not need to drive the evil spirits from the hogan. Somli fought pretending they were not around. A week passed and Somli had not found a way to get the pouch. He went to the pool although the water had dried up. It was a week of great heat. The air was still. One night Somli was wakened by the roll of thunder. As he walked to the pool white clouds made shadows on the ground. It was cooler now. He was walking without tiring. In the west a black cloud with stood still, darkened ; rain pouring from it. Lightning flashed, thunger rumbled! Somli was nearing the Red Pool. He saw a horseman riding wildly from the south. It was Coyote chasing a jackrabbit. Somehow, I will stop him; I will get my pouch and the blue feather: I will, I will! Somli ran to meet him but was stopped by a wall of water fast filling the pool. Somli waved for Coyote to go back, but he was riding too fast. The rabbit saw the water, turned a somersault over a bush; but Coyote, horse and all,, leapt from the bank into the middle of the boiling flood. Coyote was thrown from the horse. He could not swim and was fast going down. Somli ripped the string from his hair and dived into the churning flood water. He reached Coyote and yelled, "Grab my hair". Coyote feebly put his hand to the tangle of hair. "Hold on," yelled |