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the Coyote went to visit his friend, the Porcupine. "Sit down," the 

 latter said. "All right," the Coyote said, and so they talked to- 

 gether a long time. When it was noon the Porcupine said: "We are 

 going to eat something. You build a fire ;" so the Coyote built a large 

 fire. When the Coyote had built the fire the Porcupine said: "Now 

 we are going to have something to eat." So he drew a small pointed 

 stick from his hair on the top of his head and thrust it into his nose. 

 After he had done this repeatedly, blood and fat dropped out of his 

 nose on the fire, where it was roasted. This he handed to the Coyote 

 to eat. So they were eating. "Aha," the Porcupine said: "thus I 

 am preparing food." "Yes," the Coyote said, "we are happy." 



So after they had eaten they conversed until evening; then the 

 Coyote said, "I must go home now." "Very well," the Porcupine 

 replied, "it is evening now." "But you must visit me too, to-mor- 

 row," the Coyote said, and thereupon left, the Porcupine saying 

 laughingly, "You will have something good too, since you have seen 

 it here." So the next morning the Porcupine went over to his friend 

 and there sure enough found that the Coyote also had a pointed stick 

 thrust into his hair. When it was noon again the Porcupine also 

 built a fire at his friend's kiva. "We are going to eat something 

 fine," the Coyote said. So the Coyote pulled out his stick, drew close 

 up to the fire, bent over it, and also began to poke his nose with the 

 stick, whereupon also blood, mixed with fat or tallow, began to come 

 out. It covered the fire, and finally began to flow away, and wouldn't 

 stop. The Coyote's nose was bleeding and bleeding, and finally he 

 became exhausted and fell down. 



The Porcupine, thinking that his friend had died, laughed, and 

 without having eaten anything, left the kiva and went home. He 

 was angry at his friend because he wanted to imitate him, and now 

 was not successful. By and by the Coyote revived. The blood had 

 stopped flowing, forming large hard pieces of coagulated blood and 

 grease in front of his nose. He was very angry. "That friend of 

 mine," he said, "that friend is the cause that this happened to me; 

 he wanted it this way. I am going to devour him." So after he had 

 become strong again the next morning, he went over to his friend to 

 attack him. When he arrived there he looked down, and his friend 

 looking up noticed the blood on his nose. "Well now, have you not 

 died? I thought you had died, and that is the reason why I went 

 away." "Yes," the Coyote said very roughly, "you have bewitched 

 me. On your account I almost died, and now I have come over here 

 to devour you." "No, no," the Porcupine said, "you are not going 

 to devour me. Why, you are my friend, and a friend will not eat up 



