11: Another Song Pon Okikirmui Sang

Tanota hurehure
One day, as I was taking a walk downstream,
I met Pon Nitnekamui, the devil.
The devil always has a beautiful appearance,
A beautiful face. Dressed in black,
Carrying a little walnut bow and little walnut arrows
With a smile he said:
“Okikirmui, let’s play a game.
Now I’m going to show you how to make fish extinct.”

So saying, he fitted a walnut arrow to his walnut bow,
And fired an arrow toward the spring
And from the spring came walnut water, cloudy water
Flowed out, and when the salmon came
The filthy water hurt them and weeping
They returned to their homes and Pon Nitnekamui
Smiled brightly at this.
But I was angered at the sight,
I fitted a gold arrow to the golden bow I carried,
I fired an arrow toward the spring
And from the spring came silvery water, clean water
Flowed out, and the salmon that had fled
Were healed by the clean water
And with loud laughter and merriment
Went splashing up the river.
Pon Nitnekamui, his face filled with rage, said:
“Well, if you insist on this, I’m going to show you how to make deer extinct.”

And fitting a walnut arrow to his walnut bow
He aimed at the sky itself, and from the high plains
A walnut wind, a whirlwind came blowing,
And from the high plains, herd by herd,
The deer were blown clean up into the sky.
Pon Nitnekamui smiled brightly.
But I was furious at the sight,
I fitted a gold arrow to the golden bow,
I fired it after the deer,
And from the heavens
A silver wind, a clean wind came blowing down,
And herd by herd, the deer were blown back down
To the high plains.
Pon Nitnekamui, his face filled with anger, said:
“You impertinent scum!  If that’s really how you want it,
Let’s have a real contest.”

And he took off his jacket.
I too stripped down to one thin garment
And we wrestled, he and I grappled together.
And then now falling, now rising again, we fought,
But I was appalled at his terrible strength.
But in the end, the time came
When using the strength of my hips, the might of my body, Every bit, I lifted Pon Nitnekamui
Onto my shoulders, and the sound echoed all around
When I hurled him down onto the jagged rocks.
I killed him, I pushed him down into Hell,
And then all around there was silence.
When it was all over, I went home along the river,
And the loud laughter and merriment of the salmon
Came drifting to my ears, along with much splashing.
And from the high plains,
The loud laughter and merriment of the deer
Filled the air as they grazed on every side.
Seeing this, I was content,
And I went back home to my house.

So said Pon Okikirmui.