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Show 122 EXPLORATION OF TBB OANONS OF TIIB OOTJOHADO. There is this proverb among the Utes: "Do not murmur when you suffer in doing what the spirits have commanded, for a cup of water is provided." And another: ''What matters it who kills the game, when we can all eat of it." It is long after midnight when the pe1formance is ended. The story itself was interesting, though I had heard it many times before; but never, perhaps, under circumstances more effective. Stretched beneath tall, sombre pines; a great camp fire, and by the fire, men, old, wrinkled, and ugly; deformed, blear eyed, wry faced women; lithe, stately young men; pretty but simpering maiden , naked children, all intently listening, or laughing and talking by times, their strange faces and dusky forms lit up with tho glare of the pine-knot fire. All tho circumstances com:;pired to make it a scene strange and weird. One old man, tho sorcerer or medicine-man of tl10 tribe, peculiarly impressed me. Now and then he would interrupt the play for the purpose of conecting the speakers, or impressing the moral of the story with a strange dignity and impressiveness that seemed to pass to the very border of tho ludicrous; yot at no time did it make mo smile. The story is finished, but there is yet time. for an hour or two's sle p. I take Chu-ar'-ru-um-peak to one side for a talk. 'rho three men who left us in tho canon last year found their way up the lateral gorge, by wltich they wont into the Shi'-vwits Mountains, lying west of us, where they mot with the Indians, and camped with them one or two nights, and wore finally killed. I am anxious to learn tho circumstances, and as the people of the tribe who committed the deed live but a little way from and are intimate with these people, I ask Cltu-ar' -ru-unv-pealc to make inquiry for me. 'rhen we go to bed. September 17.-Early this m01ning the Indians come up to our camp. They have concluded to send out a young man after the Ski' -vwits. 'rhe runner fixes his moccasins, puts some food in a sack and water in a little wicker work jug, straps them on his back, and starts at a good round pace. We have concluded to go down the cafl n, hoping to meet the Shi'vwits on our return. Soon we are ready to start, leaving the camp and pack animals in charge of the two Indians who came with us. As we move out, our new guide comes up, a blear eyed, weazen faced, quiet old man, with Fi~11ro 44.- Au' -ti-unin LI:!, l'u-tu '-ah·, nuil Wi'ohut,lj. |
