ruit, etc. The son, fearing disaster, went
to his grandmother for advice. She in turn called first one bird and then
another for their advice. The father had sent his son to fetch some small
gourds (_bappo rogo_), which grew floating on or suspended above the
water of a lagoon. But the lagoon was filled with the souls of deceased
Bororos and evil spirits. In the first instance the grandmother begged
for the help of the _pio duddo_ (or _colibri_). This obliging bird
accompanied the boy to the lagoon and, flying over the water, with its
beak cut the twigs of the small gourds, and one by one brought them to
the boy, who had wisely remained on dry land in order not to be seized by
the evil spirits which lay concealed in the water. When the bird was
about to bring the dried gourds back, the seeds which were inside rattled
and aroused the evil spirits of the lagoon. Up they all sprang--but the
_colibri_ was too swift for them, and the gourds were safely delivered to
the boy. The boy brought them to his father, who, amazed at seeing his
son still alive, sent him next to fetch some large gourds--such as those
used by the _barih_ at funerals and in high ceremonies.

"The boy went once more to his grandmother, and she this time recommended
him to a dove (_metugo_). When the dove and the boy arrived at the lake
the dove cut some large gourds, but, unfortunately, in so doing made a
noise. The souls and evil spirits of the lake leapt out and dispatched
numerous arrows to kill the dove, but, as luck would have it, dove and
_bappo_ (gourds) escaped unhurt. The boy handed the large gourds to his
astounded father, who could not imagine how the boy had escaped death a
second time.

"The Bororos used in their dances the nails of wild pigs, which they
attached to their feet in order to produce a noise something like
castanets. That ornament was called a _buttori_.

"The father next ordered his son to go and bring back a complete set to
form a _buttori_. For some reason or other--according to the legend--the
_buttori_ was also found suspended over the lagoon swarming with souls
and evil spirits. The grandmother on this occasion advised the son to
accept the services of a large, beautifully coloured locust--called by
the Bororos _mannori_. The _mannori_, however, made so much noise while
on its errand that it became riddled with arrows from the angry spirits
of the lake. To this day, say the Bororos, you can see a lot of white
spots all ov