AND THE COYOTE
AFAR off upon a large level land, a summer sun was shining bright. Here
and there over the rolling green were tall bunches of coarse gray weeds.
Iktomi in his fringed buckskins walked alone across the prairie with
a black bare head glossy in the sunlight. He walked through the grass
without following any well-worn footpath.
From one large bunch of coarse weeds to another he wound his way about
the great plain. He lifted his foot lightly and placed it gently forward
like a wildcat prowling noiselessly through the thick grass. He stopped
a few steps away from a very large bunch of wild sage. From shoulder
to shoulder he tilted his head. Still farther he bent from side to side,
first low over one hip and then over the other. Far forward he stooped,
stretching his long thin neck like a duck, to see what lay under a fur
coat beyond the bunch of coarse grass.
A sleek gray-faced prairie wolf! his pointed black nose tucked in between
his four feet drawn snugly together; his handsome bushy tail wound over
his nose and feet; a coyote fast asleep in the shadow of a bunch of
grass! -- this is what Iktomi spied. Carefully he raised one foot and
cautiously reached out with his toes. Gently, gently he lifted the foot
behind and placed it before the other. Thus he came nearer and nearer
to the round fur ball lying motionless under the sage grass.
Now Iktomi stood beside it, looking at the closed eyelids that did not
quiver the least bit. Pressing his lips into straight lines and nodding
his head slowly, he bent over the wolf. He held his ear close to the
coyote's nose, but not a breath of air stirred from it.
"Dead!" said he at last. "Dead, but not long since he
ran over these plains! See! there in his paw is caught a fresh feather.
He is nice fat meat!" Taking hold of the paw with the bird feather
fast on it, he exclaimed, "Why, he is still warm! I'll carry him
to my dwelling and have a roast for my evening meal. Ah-ha!" he
laughed, as he seized the coyote by its two fore paws and its two hind
feet and swung him over head across his shoulders. The wolf was large
and the teepee was far across the prairie. Iktomi trudged along with
his burden, smacking his hungry lips together. He blinked his eyes hard
to keep out the salty perspiration streaming down his face.
All the while the coyote on his back lay gazing into the sky with wide
open eyes. His long white teeth fairly gleamed as he smiled and smiled.
"To ride on one's own feet is tiresome, but to be carried like
a warrior from a brave fight is great fun!" said the coyote in
his heart. He had never been borne on any one's back before and the
new experience delighted him. He lay there lazily on Iktomi's shoulders,
now and then blinking blue winks. Did you never see a birdie blink a
blue wink? This is how it first became a saying among the plains people.
When a bird stands aloof watching your strange ways, a thin bluish white
tissue slips quickly over his eyes and as quickly off again; so quick
that you think it was only a mysterious blue wink. Sometimes when children
grow drowsy they blink blue winks, while others who are too proud to
look with friendly eyes upon people blink in this cold bird-manner.
The coyote was affected by both sleepiness and pride. His winks were
almost as blue as the sky. In the midst of his new pleasure the swaying
motion ceased. Iktomi had reached his dwelling place. The coyote felt
drowsy no longer, for in the next instant he was slipping out of Iktomi's
hands. He was falling, falling through space, and then he struck the
ground with such a bump he did not wish to breathe for a while. He wondered
what Iktomi would do, thus he lay still where he fell. Humming a dance-song,
one from his bundle of mystery songs, Iktomi hopped and darted about
at an imaginary dance and feast. He gathered dry willow sticks and broke
them in two against his knee. He built a large fire out of doors. The
flames leaped up high in red and yellow streaks. Now Iktomi returned
to the coyote who had been looking on through his eyelashes.
Taking him again by his paws and hind feet, he swung him to and fro.
Then as the wolf swung toward the red flames, Iktomi let him go. Once
again the coyote fell through space. Hot air smote his nostrils. He
saw red dancing fire, and now he struck a bed of cracking embers. With
a quick turn he leaped out of the flames. From his heels were scattered
a shower of red coals upon Iktomi's bare arms and shoulders. Dumfounded,
Iktomi thought he saw a spirit walk out of his fire. His jaws fell apart.
He thrust a palm to his face, hard over his mouth! He could scarce keep
Rolling over and over on the grass and rubbing the sides of his head
against the ground, the coyote soon put out the fire on his fur. Iktomi's
eyes were almost ready to jump out of his head as he stood cooling a
burn on his brown arm with his breath.
Sitting on his haunches, on the opposite side of the fire from where
Iktomi stood, the coyote began to laugh at him.
"Another day, my friend, do not take too much for granted. Make
sure the enemy is stone dead before you make a fire!"
Then off he ran so swiftly that his long bushy tail hung out in a straight
line with his back.