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54 SMITHSONIAN CONTRIBUTIONS TO ANTHROPOLOGY NUMBER 23 the lion, dropped his hatchet, thereby wounding the beast terribly in one thigh. The lion limped and ran away the best he could through the forest in search of aid, when he happened to meet a carpenter, who very willingly looked at his wound, wiped it as clean as possible, and bandaged it up with moss, telling the lion to be careful to keep the flies away, so they would not do their dung there, while he went to search for the carpenter's herb. And so the lion, his wound having been looked after, was walking through the forest, when he fell in with an old hag who was cutting fagots and gathering wood in that same forest. The hag, seeing the lion coming, was so frightened that she fell down on her backside while the wind blew her dress, petticoat, and chemise above her shoulders. Beholding this, the lion, out of pity, came running up to see if she had hurt herself, and looking at her what-you-may-call-it, he exclaimed: 'Oh you poor woman Who has wounded you like that?' As he said this, he caught sight of a fox, and called to him: 'Brother fox, come here, come here.' When the fox came up, the lion said: 'Old fellow, my friend, someone has wounded this good woman here, most viciously, between the legs, and there is an obvious dissolution of continuity. <strong>Lo</strong>ok how big the wound is, all the way from the rump to the navel; it must measure four, or even five and half spans. It's a hatchetwound, and I don't believe it's very old. However, in order to keep the flies from getting at it, swat it well, I beg of you, both inside and out. You have a good long tail. Swat it, my friend, swat it, I beg you, while I go look for some moss to put on it; for we ought to help one another out in cases like this. And so, swat it well, my friend, swat it, for this wound must be swatted very often; otherwise, the lady will not rest easy. And so, swat it well, old man, swat it well. God has provided you with plenty of tail; you've a big one and thick enough; swat it hard, and don't weaken. A good swatter who, by constantly swatting, swats with his swatter will never be swatted by flies. Swat, old balls; swat, my little cutie, and I'll be back in a jiffy.' A man slept by the trail above Bik'it Nich [Little Flower]. Night fell. A jaguarundi came. It was prowling around, howling. It wanted to bite him. The man had bought [some] meat. He threw it several pieces. The jaguarundi finished eating his meat. It slept. It guarded the man, but the man was terribly scared. A jaguar came. It sniffed the man's feet. It was going to eat him, but the jaguarundi defended him. It fought the jaguar until it killed it. It ate the jaguar. The jaguarundi came back. It guarded the man again. It left when the sky line was getting light. That's how the man escaped [with his life]. This story was told to me to prove the belief that jaguarundis are companion animal spirits of strong-hearted people. The theme of a weaker feline protecting man from jaguars is also found in Chamula, where salt was left along the trails for mountain lions so that they would protect travellers from the Once there was an old woman and her son. And probably the old woman had no husband, the boy The Jaguar and the Jaguarundi T16 The Man Who Didn't Know How T138 Then he went to look for a supply of moss, and when he was a long way off, he called back to the fox: 'Keep it up, old fellow, swat it well; swat and don't weaken, and I'll make you official swatter to Don Pedro of Castille. Swat, that's all; swat; you haven't anything else to do.' The poor fox swatted with might and main, this way and that way, inside and out; but the old hag farted and pooped and stunk like a hundred devils. The fox was very uncomfortable, not knowing which way to turn to avoid the perfume that came from the hag's farts; and as he turned around, he saw that there was another aperture on her back-side, not so big as the one he was swatting, from which the wind that was so stinking and infectious appeared to come. The lion finally returned, bringing with him more than eighteen bales of moss. He proceeded to cram the moss into the wound, by the aid of a stick that he carried with him. He had already put in sixteen bales and a half, when he cried out in astonishment: 'What the devil! But this wound is deep. More than two carloads of moss have already gone in, 1 Whereupon the fox gave him a piece of advice: 'Brother lion, my friend, please don't put all the moss in there; keep a little of it, for there's another little aperture underneath here that stinks like five hundred devils. I'm poisoned with the smell of it, it's so vile.' And so it is, you would have to protect those walls from the flies, and employ hired swatters! Then Pantagrue) spoke: 'How do you know that the shameful members of the women are so cheap as all that? There are many good women in this town, chaste ones and virgins! 'Et ubi prenusT demanded Panurge. 'And where will you find them?' (Rabelais, 1951:301-304). See also T168. 7Ivay la ta be jun vinik ta yak'ol Bik'it Nich, 7i7och la 7ak'ubal, 7ital la tzajal bolom, te la xjoyet te la x7avet, ta la sk'an chti7van, 7o la smanoj sbek'et ti vinike, 7istenbe la jay-tuch', 7ilaj sti7 sbek'et ti tzajal bolome, 7ivay la 7ixchabi la ti vinike, pero ti vinike xi7em la ta j-mek, 7ital la mol bolom, 7i7utz'ibat la yok ti vinike, ta 7ox la sti7 pero ti tzajal bolome ja7 la 7ipojvan 7istzak sbaik xchi7uk ti mol bolome, 7asta ke cham yu7un 7isti7 ti mol bolome, 7isut tal ti tzajal bolome, ta xchabi 7otro jun bwelta ti vinike, ja7 to 7ibat k'alal sakub yibel vinajele, ja7 yech 7ikol ti vinike. jaguars (Gossen, T29). In Panajachel a man was miraculously defended from a jaguar's onslaught by a house cat (Tax, 1950, T15). The Ixil, too, tell how a cat defended a man from a lion, but the cat also tattled on his wife and so was mistreated (Shaw 1972:114-117). Bweno, 7a ti vo7nee 7oy la jun me7el xchi7uk skrem, 7i ch'abal nan smalal ti me7ele, ch'abal stot 7i
had no father. Who knows if he died. Who knows if it was because the boy was illegitimate. Now the boy grew up. He matured. Now he was a full-fledged man. He had never gotten a wife. Now his mother saw that her boy was never going to get a wife. She told her son, "See here, son, it would be better, if you can't pay [the brideprice] for a woman, if you can't get the money yourself, go speak to some girl. Go into the streets. I'll stick your tortillas [in a bag] for you to take. Go for a few days and see, I guess, if you meet one to speak to. Take her! It's better if you get a wife," his mother said. The boy did as she said. He left. He was given his tortillas to take along. He ate before he left. He wasted maybe a week or more arriving to wait for the girls there in the street. Well, his mother asked him, "What's happened, son? Were you able to speak to a girl? Did you see one?" she asked her son. "Ah, they pass by there. They don't say anything. They never spoke to me," he said. "Ah, stupid, why did you imagine that they would speak to you? It's you who should speak!" said the old woman. "Ah, I thought they would speak to me. I was standing there on the corner, of course, but they passed strai—ght by. They didn't say anything. They didn't say anything to me," said the boy. "No, you're the one to speak!" said the old woman. "Well, go now, I guess, for a day or so, then!" she told her son. She gave him his tortillas to take along. He ate before he left. He went. Then the boy spoke. He spoke to the girls. Then he returned home in the evening. His mother asked him again. "Did you find one, son?" she asked her son. "I found one. She answered me. You are right that they have to be spoken to. I thought they would speak to me. But they wouldn't speak at all. They just passed by. "Now since I spoke to them they answered me," he said. "Ah, good then. Take her once and for all if she answers you. That's better," she told her son. "Well, okay, then," said the boy, too. He followed it up. He spoke, he spoke to the girl. He took the girl. They got married. They slept together. Maybe night fell. Maybe he was going to sleep with his wife, but the boy didn't do anything. He just slept. He slept happily. He didn't do anything to his wife. But the woman wanted to know the man. She wanted to join her husband. Then she would shake her husband awake. She would take his hand and put it on her thigh. She would let him know what it is that girls like to give. ROMIN TERATOL 55 kreme, na7tik mi chamem, na7tik mi yu7n nox tzobbil ti kreme. Bweno, 76ra, ch'i ti krem 7une, yijub 7un, mol vinik xa 7un, mu la bu ssa7oj yajnil tun. 7Ora, 7iyil ti sme7 7une, ti muk' bu ta ssa7 yajnil ti skrem 7une. 7Iyalbe ti skrem 7une, "K'el avi, krem, mas me lek ti mi mu xtoj 7avu7un ti 7antze, mi mu ssa7 7avu7un i tak'ine, ba k'opono junuk tzeb, batan ta kaya chajtik'be ech'el 7avot ba k'elo kik jayibuk k'ak'al mi 7o bu xata ta k'oponele, 7ik'o, mas lek sa7 7avajnil," xi la ti sme7 7une. Bweno, 7ixch'un la ti krem 7une, 7ibat la 7un, 7itik'bat ech'el yot, 7ive7 lok'el, 7ich'ay nan xemanauk mi mas k'u cha7al ti chk'ot smala ti tzeb tey ta kaya 7une. Bweno, 7isjak' ti sme7 7une, "K'u nox x7elan 7un, krem, mi 7o xata ta k'oponel ti tzeb 7une, mi 7o chavil 7un?" xut la ti skrem 7une. "7An, 7oy te ch7ech' mu k'u xalik muk' bu xisk'oponik," xi la 7un. "7A sonso k'u yu7un 7ana7oj mi yu7n vo7ot chask'opon vo7ot me chak'opoj!" xi la ti me7el 7une. "7Aa, kak'uk me ja7uk chisk'oponik che7e, te va7alon ta 7eskina a7a, pero tu—k' chjelavik mu k'u xalik mu k'u xiyalbeik," xi la ti krem 7une. "Mo7oj, vo7ot chak'opoj!" xi la 7un, ti me7el 7une. "Bweno, batan xa kik junuk k'ak'al che7e!" xut la ti skrem 7une. 7Istik'be la ech'el yot, 7ive7 lok'el, 7ibat 7un, ja7 to la k'opoj ti krem 7une, 7isk'opon la 7un, ti tzeb 7une. 7Ora, 7isut tal ta smalel k'ak'al ti ta sna 7une, 7isjak' la ti sme7 noxtok 7une. "Mi 7o 7ata 7un, krem?" xut la ti skrem 7une. "7Ijta 7un, listak'be 7un, yech ka xaval ti tzk'anik k'oponele, kak'uk me vo7nikon chisk'oponik yu7n mu xk'opojik ta j-mek yech nox chjelavik. "7Ora, listak'be, 7a lavi jk'opon 7une," xi la 7un. "7Aa, lek che7e, j-moj 7ik'o ti mi yu7un lastak'bee, mas lek," xut la ti skrem 7une. "Bweno, yechuk che7e," xi la ti krem 7uk 7une. 7Ispas segir, 7isk'opon ti tzeb 7une. Bweno, 7iyik' la ti tzeb 7une, 7inupunik 7un, 7ixchi7in sbaik ta vayel 7un. Bweno, 7och nan ti 7ak'ubal 7une ta nan xvayik xchi7uk ti yajnil 7une, pero mu la k'u xal ti krem 7une, k'ajom ta xvay, jun yo7on ta xvay, mu k'u ta spasbe ti yajnil 7une, pero ti 7antz 7une, ta la sk'an ya7i ti vinik 7une, tzk'an chchi7in ti smalal 7une. 7Ora, ta la stijbe svayel ti smalel 7une, ta la stambe tal ti sk'obe, ta la stik'be ti ta slev 7une, chak' 7a7yuk ti k'usi ta sk'an chak' ti tzeb 7une.
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