Two old men went hunting. One had an eye drawn down and was called Uk- kw\u00fbn\u00e4gi’ta, “Eye-drawn-down.” The other had an arm twisted out of shape and was called Uk-ku’s\u00fb\u00f1ts\u00fbt\u00ef, “Bent-bow-shape.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They killed a deer and cooked the meat in a pot. The second old man dipped a piece of bread into the soup and smacked his lips as he ate it. “Is it good?” said the first old man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Said the other, “Hay\u00fb’! uk-kw\u00fbn\u00e4gi’st\u00ef (Yes, sir!) It will draw down one’s eye.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thought the first old man to himself, “He means me.” So he dipped a piece of bread into the pot, and smacked his lips as he tasted it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Do you find it good?” said the other old man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Said his comrade, “Hay\u00fb! uk-ku’s\u00fb\u00f1ts\u00fbt\u00ebt\u00ef’ (Yes, sir!) It will twist up one’s arm.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thought the second old man, “He means me”; so he got very angry and struck the first old man, and then they fought until each killed the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n