So he stood still and turned to the shaman, saying,-- "Nashtio yaya, the night will soon be over, and the sun may come out from behind the mountain in the east." "Ko," grunted the medicine-man.
"It is far yet to the houses of the Moshome Tehua." The Chayan stood still.
"Sa uishe nashtio," said he, "the Shiuana direct us to go on a different road.

I saw an owl fly toward the moon.

Let us go away from the river into the kote to rest and to hide until the sun goes down again and we may go farther toward the katityam of the enemy." This was just as Tyope wanted.

He disliked the idea of passing a day concealed under cliffs and crags where a torrid sun shone, and where there was water only in the river beneath and at a great depth.

But he wanted to be sure of what Those Above intended, so he asked again,-- "Yaya Chayan, do the Shiuana"-- he emphasized the term--"say that we should go to the west ?" "The spirits say that we should go where there is shade and water! Let us go to the mountains; there we shall find both." "They are right!" Tyope exclaimed.