is tribe.
At last he found the footmarks which they had left upon their passage. He
followed them, and came to a fire freshly made, left by the Indians. He
went on until he identified the footmarks showing where his grandmother
had gone. He made sure they were hers by the extra mark of her stick on
the ground. With the assistance of a lizard, then of a big bird, then of
a rat, then of a butterfly, he discovered the whereabouts of the old
lady. He was by then an old man. Upon perceiving his grandmother he again
became a boy, and hurried on--making a noise so that she might know him
again. She asked another nephew--'Look and see who is behind!'--The
nephew turned round and recognized his eldest brother--who was also his
father. The grandmother embraced him tenderly.

"The eldest fellow persuaded his grandmother and brother not to return to
the _aldeia_ where he had suffered so much from the hands of his father.

"'They have made me suffer,' he said, 'and I shall take my revenge. Come
with me, and we shall all be happy together.'

"They went to a beautiful spot. He climbed a mountain, and from there
proceeded to produce lightning, thunder and wind, which exterminated the
rest of the tribe in the _aldeia_. That is why, when the Bororos see
lightning, they say that it is someone's vengeance coming upon them."

[Illustration: Bororo Women.]

[Illustration: Bororo Women.]

In the Bororo language, lightning was called _boeru goddo_ or "angry
people"; thunder was _bai_ _gabe_ when near, and _boya ruru_--or deaf
sound--when distant.

The Bororos related an interesting legend of a great flood or deluge.

"One night a Bororo went with his bow and arrows to the river in order to
fish, at a spot where a cane snare or trap had been made in the stream.
He killed a sacred fish. No sooner had he done this than the water
immediately began to rise. He was scarcely able to get out of the water
and run up the mountain side, lighting his way with the torch of resinous
wood he had used in order to attract the fish while fishing. The water
kept almost overtaking him, it rose so rapidly. He called out to the
Bororos of his tribe to make their escape, as the water would soon drown
them, but they did not believe him and consequently all except himself
perished. When he reached the summit of the mountain he managed to light
a big fire just before the rising water was wetting the soles of his
feet. He was still shouting in vain to all the Bo