Once upon a time there was a huge flood in the Central Highlands. The water rose up to the high mountains and big hills. Nam Nung mountain was completely flooded, only the top of the mountain was as big as a fishing basket, Nam N'Jang mountain was flooded with only a hand, Ga Rung mountain was still the size of a young cauldron. Meanwhile, anyone who can make a raft and sit on the raft will escape death. Bon that is near high mountains, high hills in the mountains will escape death. The flood waters rose up to seven days and seven nights. At that time, on Gung Klo mountain (the mountain near the Dak Song Committee now) people saw a giant snail as big as a mountain. People saw that big snail drinking water. The snail sucks the water down gradually until it dries up. When the water has dried up, one can't see the big snail anymore. People think that a large snail follows the water from the sea.
Meanwhile, only a few people survived. People who make rafts sit on rafts, when the water goes down the rafts stop wherever they stay, they no longer know where their old bon is. They also don't find their old bon anymore. Bon that is near the high mountains live more. People rebuild houses, cultivate fields, cultivate rice, and cultivate corn. Those who do not have corn or rice varieties eat wild potatoes to survive. Later, I went to find relatives to ask for rice varieties, corn varieties, melon varieties, squash varieties, bean varieties, and melon varieties. People build houses, set up bon groups all over the stream, the foot of the mountain.
Descendants of later generations see snails living in Bon Bu N'Drung. Bon Bu N'Drung is on the bank of Dak N'Drung stream. People work in the fields, plowing rice, and planting corn. The rice in the field is blooming, and something eats it at night. What eats rice every night is gradually exhausted. At first, people thought that domestic pigs ate, or wild boars ate. They looked for the footprints of the pig, but the deer did not find it. People thought it was a domestic pig. Village Bon blame each other among pig farmers (at that time people raised pigs freely). People in the bon discuss with each other to build a pigpen, if the more pigs are released like this, the upland rice will run out, we have no more rice to eat, we will starve to death. People fenced around the bon to call the pigs to be locked inside the bon fence. Not a single pig ate outside the fence.
The next morning, people went to visit the fields and found that most of the rice in the fields was still eaten. They discussed among themselves: Probably deer, wild boar eat, wild animals eat. If the animal, the deer, the pig eat, why not see the footprints. Well, now we fence around the field. People in the village go to work in the fields in a large area of land. People cut down bamboo and cork trees to make sure and high fences. People build fences for nearly ten days to finish, bordering the fields. They have fenced all over the field, there is no way for animals to get through. The next morning, people went to visit the fields. Upland rice was lost even more. How is this? The rice in the field is almost over. Well, now let's watch. Some people hold javelin, others hold crossbows, go to sleep in the fields, people sleep in huts, everyone's huts sleep, every hut is guarded. Waking up in the morning to see the rice in the field is more and more wasted. People continued: Now I don't sleep in the huts anymore. The next night, people were waiting right next to the lost rice, people were lying everywhere the rice was eaten. People serve here, it eats there. People feed on it and eat below. People live on the edge of the fields, it eats in the middle of the fields. The people of Bon have run out of ways, there is no way to save the fields. Well, I don't want to submit anymore, I go home to sleep and let him eat all the rice in the field. Everyone went home to sleep, no one slept in the fields anymore.
At midnight for two people to watch. Two people stalking, one holding a javelin, the other holding a crossbow. That night, there was a bright moon. The two walked very lightly, not making a sound. The two went to the field to observe and did not hear any sound. The two looked at something very large in the middle of the field.
They saw a white object the size of an elephant's arm. They walked lightly so as not to make a sound, about a crossbow range from the object. The crossbowman thought to himself, he half wanted to shoot, half did not dare to shoot anymore. If shot with a crossbow, the small crossbow big animals are afraid not to die. If you don't shoot, you won't die, afraid that the animal will bite you again. If you don't shoot, what will you do, let it eat rice, every night it will run out, every night will run out, when the rice runs out, there will be no more rice to eat. I decided to shoot it. He raised the crossbow, installed the arrow, but did not know where to aim, intending to shoot at the big body for fear of not being punctured. He aimed the arrow at the place where the rice tops trembled. He pulled the trigger of the crossbow and fired a shot that seemed to hit the eye. Being hit in the eye by an arrow, the animal rolled over in pain, but did not hear any screams. After shooting, the two panicked and rushed back to their bon.
When they got home, they told their relatives: We saw a big animal eating rice, an animal as big as a mountain, seeing only white at night, no legs, no arms, only shaking rice tops. I raised the crossbow, mounted the arrow to aim at the fluttering rice top. I only had time to shoot one shot, saw the animal rolling around, saw the animal as big as a mountain. We panicked and ran back. That night, some slept, some guarded. They are afraid that the animal will be hurt, it will chase people back to bon. Throughout the night until morning, nothing could be seen chasing the bon.
When it was morning, the village pulled a lot of people out to the fields to see. Many people walked, some holding javelins, some holding crossbows, some holding swords, and people slowly pulling away, walking cautiously to the fields. They watched from the field and saw a white animal in the middle of the field. They only saw white, did not see the animal moving, some guessed it was dead, some guessed it was still alive, no one dared to go see it. Let's try to shoot again, if it's alive, it must move, if it's dead, it's still. Someone said: How can such a big animal die, this crossbow is so small that it can't die. People walk gradually, walk lightly, step forward when approaching the range of a good crossbow. They raised crossbows, installed arrows to test one shot without moving, fired two shots without moving. They shot many arrows at them without moving. But no matter what shot the arrow shot, the arrow shot up into the sky, not a single arrow stuck in the object, and the animal did not move. People go step by step, step by step. They come close and then rush forward. They threw two or three javelin blades. People threw their spears at the big animal, neither pierced nor moved. They said: The animal must have died. They approached and saw the animal lying still in the same place as a snail. They guessed no longer wrong, it was the snail. Seeing that the snail was too big, he did not dare to cut the meat and eat it. People let the snail rot in the fields, the snails die in the fields, in the mountains.
Since that day, people named this mountain Con Oc mountain. Since the day she shot the mother snail, the nearby bon has no more farming on the snail mountain. People are afraid that the mother snail is still there, people are afraid that the baby snail will eat rice. Also from the time I shot the snail, the snails in the mountains and forests started to get cold. Local people guessed: The old snail mother sucked a lot of sea water, until the mother snail died, the water entered the mountain, releasing steam to make this mountainous area cold. Therefore, the snail mountains and surrounding mountains have cold weather all year round. Before this phenomenon, the people of Dak Song area called this land the cold forest mountain.
The story also reflects the struggle to conquer the mountains and forests, the nature of the people here to build and develop the community.
