re told to me as contemporary or relatively recent
occurrences:

1. "There is these wild fellas up in the mountains. I guess you
call them giants. One time there was an old man who had set up a
blind to hunt chipmunks, like I told you yesterday. He was up in
the pine-nut hills and he had killed four chipmunks. One of these
fellas come along and he snatched up a chipmunk and he ate it.
Then he snatched another and ate it. He tried to grab another but
the old man wrestled with him and stopped him from getting the
chipmunk and then he got away. He tussled with that wild man and
got away. But a long time after when he was real old and went
around with a long stick [staff], he went out walking and he
didn't come back. They went out looking for him and found his
tracks leading up the foot of Job's Peak and they ended there. His
stick was stuck in the ground and at the end of his tracks it
looked like something had snatched him up."

When I asked if the wild men had gotten him my informant said he thought
so. The theme of a wild man's attempting to take part of a catch from a
Washo recalls the myth as reported by Lowie, although in the version he
recorded the incident occurred between Wadsworth and Sparks and the final
battle took place at Walker Lake, whereas my informant changed the locale
to the Carson Valley area.

2. "My old grandfather had this happen to him. He was hunting up
by the Lake [Tahoe], In them days hunters just carried little thin
rabbit skin blankets. They covered up their front and put their
back to the fire. My old grandfather was just laying there when he
noticed the fire going down (maybe that wild man did something to
the fire). Pretty soon he saw a big shadow. He was pretty scared
and just laid there. Pretty soon he felt a hand feeling his feet
and in between his toes and up his leg and all around his hole
[anus]. Pretty soon it reached his face and tried to put his
finger in my grandfather's mouth. My grandfather bit that finger
real hard and the wild man yelled and ran away."

I asked if the wild men still existed and my informant replied: "Sure.
They are up there in the mountains. They are pretty smart and you can't
see them. But us Washo can hear them talking. We can understand their
language. I have thought a lot about it and they should have called some
Washo over to Oroville when they