Note 10 — STORIES ACCOMPANIED BY TEXTS

Then he said: “Mother, I shall see you no more. I am going away from you. When I sit in front of Qꜝanᴀ′ñ10 in the morning, there will be no breeze. No one can touch me.11 When the sky looks like my face as my father painted it there will be no wind. In me (i.e., in my days) people will get their food.”12 “Now, chief, my son, when you sit there in the morning I will send out feathers for you.”