shrub which he had broken off in the dark place in the cave.  He saw that the shrub was denglay which bore fruit—­the choice agate bead, which is good for the Tinguian dress.  He was glad.  He cut up the deer into pieces and placed it on a bamboo pole which he carried.  He thought always of the beads and wished to return to that shrub which he touched.  He returned and searched, but was not able to find it, and because he failed he returned to his home in An-nay.  There was not one who did not envy him those beads which he brought home, and they asked him to show them the way to the cave.  He showed them the hole in the rock where he and his dog had gone in.  They took torches and walked, always walked, but at last they were not able to go further, for the rest of the cave was closed.  That place is now called Ganoway, for he was the one who secured the beads which grew in the cave of Kaboniyan, which cave the spirit always keeps clean. [374]

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Magsawi, my jar, when it was not yet broken talked softly, but now its lines are broken, and the low tones are insufficient for us to understand.  The jar was not made where the Chinese are, but belongs to the spirits or Kaboniyan, because my father and grandfather, from whom I inherited it, said that in the first times they (the Tinguian) hunted Magsawi on the mountains and in the wooded hills.  My ancestors thought that their dog had brought a deer to bay, which he was catching, and they hurried to assist it.  They saw the jar and tried to catch it but were unable; sometimes it disappeared, sometimes it appeared again, and because they could not catch it they went again to the wooded hill on their way to their town.  Then they heard a voice speaking words which they understood, but they could see no man.  The words it spoke were:  “You secure a pig, a sow without young, and take its blood, so that you may catch the jar which your dog pursued.”  They obeyed and went to secure the blood.  The dog again brought to bay the jar which belonged to Kaboniyan.  They plainly saw the jar go through a hole in the rock which is a cave, and there it was cornered so that they captured the pretty jar which is Magsawi, which I inherited.

(Told by Cabildo, of Patok, the owner of the famous talking jar, Magsawi.)

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Once then sun and moon fought.  The sun said, “You are moon, not so good; if I give you no light, you are no good.”  The moon answered, “You are sun and very hot.  I am moon and am better.  The women like me very much, and when I shine they go out doors to spin.”  Then the sun was very angry and took some sand and threw it on the moon, and that is why there are dark places on the moon now.

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