This is the story of Kogi the priest. Actually, his given name was Eizo, and as a child he loved the sea. He grew up in a fishing port and the sea, the waves, the beaches, filled his childhood. As a child he was something of a dreamer. He could sit for hours and watch the waves roll in and back...

Once upon a time, a very long time ago indeed, there lived a King who had made a vow never to eat bread or break his fast until he had given away a hundredweight of gold in charity.
So, every day, before King Karan—for that was his name—had his breakfast, the palace servants would come out...

Soon after the events that are recorded in the previous story a great drought visited the country. There was no rain, and all the dams and rock holes became dry. The porcupine and the emu tribes did not know what to do, because among their members there were many aged and infirm. Some were sick...

Long ago the kangaroo was grooming her joey on the bank of a brook. They liked to listen to the water burble as the mama combed her baby’s fur. On this day, an old wombat staggered toward them.
“Oh dear,” the kangaroo whispered to her baby. “This wombat is old and sick. He must have great-...

(A song/chant in the Hopi language)
NOW WE TAKE IT UP.
NOW THE ROAD BEGINS LO——NG AGO. 
THERE WERE VILLAGERS AT HOPI
AT LUU HAY
A RAIN PRIEST, A YOUNG MAN, HAD HIS FIELDS 
AND AT HOPI THEY WERE GOING TO HAVE THE
FEATHER-CARRYING DANCE.
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A man hesitates to kill his fattened pig because he does not wish to share the meat with his neighbors. A friend advises him to kill the pig at night and to tell the people that it has been stolen. He does this and hides the meat, but the man who advised him steals it. When the owner tells him...