this happened a long, long time ago, when the cedar1, the fir, and the pine still had needles that yellowed and *ped in the fall instead of staying green all winter. once in those olden times a tofalar went out into the woods to hunt. he walked and walked, and he came farther than any hunter had *r dared to go. he saw a bog2 so vast that no beast could have crossed it, no *rd could have flown across.
and the tofalar said to himself:
"if our animals can't run across this bog, and our *rds cannot fly across it, what kinds of animals and *rds live on the other side?"
the * he thought about it, the * curious he became.
"i must find out," he said to himself. "what*r happens, i must get there.
and so he took a good running start, and leaped right clear across the bog. he looked around: the same earth, the same grass, the same trees.
"silly!" he said. "there was no need to jump."
suddenly his mouth *ped open with wonder.
in a little clearing stood s*n harnessed rab*ts. they stood quietly, waiting. then s*n people came out of s*n burrows3 in the earth, exactly like all people, only tiny. when the rab*ts flattened4 their ears, the people were taller than the rab*ts. when the rab*ts' ears stood up, the people were smaller than the rab*ts.
"who are you?" asked the tofalar. "we are immortal5 people," said the tiny men. "we wash ourselves in living water, and we n*r die. and who are you?"
"i am a hunter."
the little men clapped their hands with joy.
"oh, good! oh, good!" they cried in chorus.
and one of them, the eldest6, with white hair and a long white beard, came forward and said:
"a terrible, huge beast has come into our land. we don't know where it came from. the other day it caught one of our people and killed him. we are immortal, we n*r die ourselves, but this beast killed one of us. you are a hunter---can you * us in this trouble? can you hunt down the beast?"
"why not?" answered the tofalar, but to himself he wondered: "will i be able to kill such a frightful7 beast?"
how*r, he went out to track the beast. he looked and he looked, but could find nothing except rab*ts' footprints. suddenly, among the rab*t prints he noticed the track of a sable8.
"oh, that's too fine a quarry9 to miss," he said. "first i will get the sable, and then i'll go on looking for the terrible, huge beast."
he found the sable and killed it. then he skinned it and went on with his search. he walked the length and breadth of the little people's land, but could not find any trace of the beast.
so he came back to the little people and said to them: "i could not find your terrible, huge beast. all i have found was this sable." and he showed them the little sable skin.
"that's it, that's it!" they cried. "oo-h, what a huge skin, what thick paws, what terrible, sharp claws!" and the eldest of the little men said to the tofalar:
"you have saved us and our people! and we shall pay for your kindness with kindness. wait for us. we'll come to visit you and bring you living water. you'll wash in it and will become immortal too."
the tofalar jumped back across the bog and went back to his valley and told his people about the little men.
and the tofalars began to wait for their guests, the immortal little men.
they waited one day, two days, three days, many, many days. but the guests did not come, and the tofalars forgot about them and their promise.
winter came. *rything around was frozen. and the bog was covered with a coat of ice.
one day the village women went to the woods to gather firewood. suddenly they saw a little herd10 of rab*ts galloping11 their way. they looked again, and saw that *ry rab*t was saddled, and in *ry saddle sat a tiny man with a little pitcher12 in his hands. the women burst out laughing at the sight.
"look, look!" they cried to one another. "they are riding on rab*ts!"
"and look at the little men, how funny!"
"oh, what a joke!"
"oh, i'll die laughing!"
now, the immortal people were a proud race. they took offense13 at this reception. the one in front, with white hair and a long beard, shouted something to the others, and all of them spilled out the contents of their pitchers14 onto the ground. then the rab*ts turned and hopped15 away so fast that you could only see their white tails flicker16.
and so the tofalars n*r got the living water. it went instead to the pine, the cedar, and the fir. and this is why they are fresh and green all through the year. their needles n*r die.
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