At last one of them exclaims,-- "It is one from the Zaashtesh!" They run together to the spot, heedless of the danger which may yet be lurking about.

They bend over the dead, then look at each other speechless, confused.

At last they find words, and exclaim simultaneously,-- "It is our father, Topanashka Tihua!" "It is sa nashtio maseua!" Both men are young yet, they weep.

Their sorrow is so great, in presence of the loss sustained by them and by all, that they forget all caution.
Had the Navajos been about still, two more of the house-dwellers would have fallen.
They attempt to decide what is to be done; their thoughts become confused, for the terrible discovery distracts them.

Little by little they become conscious that it is impossible to leave the body here, a prey to the wolves and carrion crows; that it must be brought home, down into the valley where he was so beloved, so worshipped almost, by everybody.