Iktomi And The Coyote

: Old Indian Legends

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 p
ain. 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


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. Dumbfounded,

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 from shrieking.

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.