ointed out on Third Mesa. The
writer has since heard other variants of this story.

=An Ancient Feud,= as told by Sackongsie

"This is a story of the people that used to live on Wind Mountain. There
is only a ruin there now, but there used to be a big village called
Huckovi; that means wind on top of the mountain. These people finally
left this country and went far away west. We have heard that they went
to California, and the Mission Indians themselves claim they are from
this place.

[Illustration: Figure 13.--The Author's Interpreter at Walpi and
Daughter, "Topsy."]

"These people used to have ladder dances; that is an old kind of a
dance that nobody has now. But we are told that a long time ago these
people brought trees from far away and set them up in round holes made
on purpose in the rock along the very edge of the mesa.

"Then the Mud heads (masked Kachinas) furnish the music and young men
dressed as leopards and mountain lion Kachinas climb into the tree tops
and swing out over the canyon rim to time of the music. You can see the
round holes in the rock there now.

"Well--it has always been this way among Hopi--when there is a dance,
everybody goes to see.

"Now there was a dance at Mishongnovi and the boys from Huckovi went
over to see it.

"Now the war chief at Huckovi was a great man that everybody looked up
to, and he had only one son. This young man was so religious that he
never went to this kind of just funny dances, but this time he went
along with some friends. Long time ago the chief never goes to these
dances, nor his son who will follow his steps.

"When they got to Mishongnovi the dance was going on and everybody
laughing and having a good time, for the clown kachinas were going round
pestering the dancing kachinas. These rough clown kachinas took turns
appearing and disappearing, and some coming, others going away, then
coming back.

"About the middle of the afternoon, came two Kachina racers to run with
the clowns, and soon they began to call out some of the young men from
the audience, known to be the best runners. After a while the son of
Huckovi chief was chosen to run, but he was very bashful and refused to
perform. But the Kachina who had chosen him as a competitor insisted and
finally brought a gift of baked sweet corn and the young man was
embarrassed and thought he had to run or be made fun of, so he came over
and ran with this Kachina and beat him. They ran a long race, a