When a point
is found, the person inhales the air around it four times and asks for protection
from the spirit accompanying it. Although some believe that arrowheads are made
by horned toads that blow on a rock and chip it into a form with its breath, ...........
Sacred Land, Sacred View: Navajo Perceptions of the
Four Corners Region; 1992, Robert S. McPherson.
Again the situation was such that there were none to do the reviving. "Go
ahead, my granduncle, you yourself shall be used again, what else could be of
use! Your pay shall be the same as before," They said to him (horned toad).
"No," he said, and four times they repeated their request. After that,
finally, he enumerated the things which he had seen on their persons. "Be
it as you desire, but you must realize that a dark bow is my pay, and a tail
feathered and zigzag lightning arrow, a flint garment, a flint hat," all
of these he mentioned to them. In every possible scheming way they endeavored
to push their schemes, but failed. So eventually they could do nothing but consent,
they paid his hire with all of these things. In the same manner as he had done
on the previous occasion he again performed the restoration (by marking away)
upon four of them, and only with his herb medicine did he again spray among
them, and all arose again. And when they were still partly dazed, he extended
his left hand toward them and they began to place all things into his hand.
"As for me, I need to do things with this! And I, this was my custom (of
travel) in the past! And I, this used to move with me in the past! And I, formerly
this was my song!" each in turn said as they placed them into his hand.
All of this he slapped together into a small particle, which he held in his
hand. Their sting alone he stuck into them. "With this only, though worthless,
you may have a pastime in the future! Even so, the very effects of it will be
painful," he told them. "That which you use as a sting will, form
this day on, be something, at least, to be feared," he said. Then, with
the rest of it, he slapped his hands four times and after inhaling its breath
four times, he swallowed it. Therefore I suppose he does not fear them, he eats
them. Even the zigzag lightning arrow which they had he ate, therefore he has
no fear of thunder. 74 Now when he clapped his hands together four times with
their former belongings which they hd lost, every knowledge of them (their property)
escaped from them, they started out without knowing anything about them, they
failed even to think of them. He then clothed himself in the flint garments
he had obtained, he put the flint hat on his head, he held the dark bow in one
hand, and with the tail feathered arrow, with the mahogany bow, the yellow tiled
arrow and flint club, he changed his appearance to conform with their former
appearance, he made himself so as to expose no angle of his body to a shot.
Pgs. 127, 128
The Red Antway of the Navaho; 1965, Leland C. Wyman
At the end of the Night Chant myth the following explanation
occurs: "And now [that which] is called Monster Chant, its blessing way
had long ago been sung for [the people], they say. When the monsters had been
killed, Horned Toad Boy had sung it for them, they say. 'This [blessing way]
will lie on all of [the chants], as far out as the chants extend. At the tip
of all of them it will lie, [on] blessing way rites also,' Horned Toad said,
Before interpreting the passage, I would change the translation
to read 'monster lore' for 'Monster Chant,' since the suffix -e may mean 'concerning'
and not necessarily 'chant.' The last sentence I would translate: "At the
conclusion [summarizing point] of all the chants this one will be. It will be
the significant point of them all. It is not xojo dji, that is, it is not Blessing
Way, but Monster Way." With these emendations, Blessing Way may properly
be understood to belong to monster lore, which should be its opposite, so that
any commemoration of the dark past may conclude with blessing.
Navajo Religion, Vol I; Gladys A. Reichard, 1950
was a day when Coyote was very hungry indeed and stole some young green corn
out of the patch which belonged to Horned Toad. Horned Toad saw him doing this,
and he told Coyote he liked people to ask him for his corn and not to steal
it. Coyote just laughed at the little toad, and said he'd like some more corn.
Horned Toad cooked some for him three times, but when Coyote asked for corn
the fourth time Horned Toad was tired of his begging and refused. Coyote just
swallowed Horned Toad, and then walked all around the cornfield telling the
birds he met that it was his cornfield. After a while he went to the shelter
of Horned Toad and went to sleep. Soon after this Horned Toad got his strength
back and began to stir about in Coyote's stomach. Coyote thought the young green
corn was giving him a stomach ache. But when Horned Toad mad a loud hissing
noise inside Coyote he waked up and was frightened. He thought that this was
the noise spirits made when someone was going to die. But Horned Toad began
to laugh and laugh and to call out to Coyote. "Where am I, where am I? It is
very dark in here," he said.
"Ouch, that's my stomach. Stop hurting me," Coyote called back.
"Now I know you are sorry you ate my young green corn. Where am I now?" sang
out Horned Toad, giving Coyote another kick.
"Stop hurting me and come out. The place where you are now is in my bowels,"said
"Where am I now?" yelled Horned Toad as he kept crawling along.
"Get out of there. That's my windpipe," said Coyote, feeling almost choked.
But by this time Horned Toad was in Coyote's heart, and he just cut a cross
on it, and Coyote jumped four times into the air and fell back dead. Then Horned
Toad crawled out of the anus of Coyote and went back to his work in the field.
Pg. 48, 49.
Path, Margaret Schevill Link, 1998