“To all these peoples it was told that they should wander for many generations towards the land whence the Sun brings the day-light (Eastward) until at last they would reach the “middle if the world”, where their children should dwell forever over the heart of our Earth-mother until their days should be numbered and the light of Zuni grow dark.
“Toward this unknown country the “twin brothers of light” guided them. In those times a day meant a year, and a night another, so that four days and nights meant eight years. Many days the people wandered eastward, slaying game for their flesh-food, gathering seeds from grasses and weeds for their bread-food, and binding rushes about their loins for their clothing; they knew not until afterward, the flesh of the cotton and yucca-mothers.
“The earth was still damp. Dig a hole in a hillside, quickly it filled with water. Drop a seed on the highest table-land and without waiting it shot forth green sprouts. So moist, indeed, was the soil, that even footprints of men and all creatures might be traced wherever they tended. The beings and strange creatures increased with men, and spread over the world. Many monsters lived, by whose ferocity men perished.