Native American Lore

            One spring day Coyote and Fox were out
            for a walk, and when they came to a big
            smooth rock, Coyote threw his blanket
            over it and they sat down to rest. After
            a while the Sun became very hot, and
            Coyote decided he no longer needed the
            blanket.

            "Here, brother," he said to the rock,
            "I give you my blanket because you are
            poor and have let me rest on you.
            Always keep it."

            Then Coyote and Fox went on their way.
            They had not gone far when a heavy
            cloud covered the sky. Lightning
            flashed and thunder rumbled and rain
            began to fall. The only shelter they
            could find was in a coulee, and
            Coyote said to Fox, "Run back to that
            rock, and ask him to lend us the
            blanket I gave him. We can cover
            ourselves with it and keep dry."

            So Fox ran back to the rock, and
            said, "Coyote wants his blanket."

            "No," replied the rock. "He gave it
            to me as a present. I shall keep it.
            Tell him he cannot have it."

            Fox returned to Coyote and told him
            what the rock had said.

            "Well," said Coyote, "that certainly
            is an ungrateful rock. I only wanted
            the use of the blanket for a little
            while until the rain stops." He grew
            very angry and went back to the rock
            and snatched the blanket off.
            "I need this to keep me dry," he said.
            "You don't need a blanket. You have
            been out in the rain and snow all
            your life, and it won't hurt you to
            live so always."

            Coyote and Fox kept dry under the
            blanket until the rain stopped and
            the sun came out again. Then they left
            the coulee and resumed their walk
            toward the river. After a while they
            heard a loud noise behind them coming
            from the other side of the hill.

            "Fox, little brother," said Coyote,
            "go back and see what is making that
            noise."

            Fox went to the top of the hill, and
            then came hurrying back as fast as he
            could. "Run! run!" he shouted, "that
            big rock is coming."

            Coyote looked back and saw the rock
            roll over the top of the hill and
            start rushing down upon them.

            Fox jumped into a badger hole, but the
            rock mashed the tip of his tail, and
            that is why Fox's tail is white to
            this day.

            Meanwhile Coyote had raced down the
            hill and jumped into the river. He
            swam across to the other side where
            he was sure that he was safe because
            he knew that rocks sink in water. But
            when the rock splashed into the river
            it began swimming, and Coyote fled
            toward the nearest woods. As soon as he
            was deep in the timber, he lay down to
            rest, but he had scarcely stretched
            himself out when he heard trees crashing.
            Knowing that the rock was still pursuing
            him, Coyote jumped up and ran out on
            the open prairie.

            Some bears were crossing there, and
            Coyote called upon them for help.
            "We'll save you," the bears shouted,
            but the rock came rolling upon them
            and crushed the bears.

            About this time Coyote saw several bull
            buffalo. "Oh, my brothers," he called
            to them, "help me, help me. Stop that
            rock." The buffalo put their heads
            down and rushed upon the rock, but it
            broke their skulls and kept rolling.

            Then a nest of rattlesnakes came to
            help Coyote by forming themselves
            into a lariat, but when they tried to
            catch the rock, the rattlesnakes at
            the noose end were all cut to pieces.

            Coyote kept running along a pathway,
            but the rock was now very close to him,
            so close that it began to knock
            against his heels.

            Just as he was about to give up, he
            saw two witches standing on opposite
            sides of the path. They had stone
            hatchets in their hands.

            "We'll save you," they called out.
            He ran between them, with the rock
            following close behind. Coyote heard
            the witches strike the rock with their
            hatchets, and when he turned to look
            he saw it lying on the ground all
            shattered into tiny pieces.

            Then Coyote noticed that the path had
            led him into a large camp. When he
            sat down to catch his breath, he
            overheard one of the witches say to
            the other: "He looks nice and fat.
            We'll have something good for dinner
            now. Let's eat him right away."

            Coyote Pretended he had heard
            nothing, but he watched the witches
            through one of his half-closed eyes
            until they went into their lodge and
            began rattling their cooking utensils.
            Then he jumped up and emptied all
            their water pails.

            As soon as they came outside again,
            he said, "I am very thirsty. I wish
            you would give me a good drink of
            water."

            "There is plenty of water here," one
            of the witches replied. "You may have
            a drink from one of these pails."
            But when she looked in the pails she
            found that every one was empty.

            "That creek down there has water in
            it," Coyote said. "I'll go and get
            some water for you."

            He took the pails and started off,
            but as soon as he was out of sight
            he ran away as fast as his legs
            could carry him.

            Afterwards he heard that when the old
            witches discovered that he had
            tricked them, they began blaming each
            other for letting him escape. They
            quarrelled and quarrelled, and fought
            and fought, Until finally they killed
            each other.







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