234 THE PIMA INDIANS [eth. ann. 26 



him that only a grown man and not even he single handed coidtl kill 

 a mule deer. But he insisted, sajang that he could kill it. So .she 

 made the large bow, and he went away with it. When he reached 

 the place where the deer was and was creeping close upon it a soft 

 wliistle reached his ear. He looked aroimd and saw Mountain Lion 

 coming toward him. Wlien ilountain Lion came up he said, "Wait 

 here and I will kill the deer for you." He was as good as his word 

 and brought the deer and also gave the boy his bow, arrows, quiver, 

 and clothing, at the same time telling him not to let his mother know 

 who had killed the deer, but to tell her that a man had given him the 

 other things. The mother went with the boy and tried to find a 

 track, but she could find notlfing. After that the boy killed plenty 

 of deer. One day he shot a deer which escaped with an arrow in him. 



One day as Vulture was returning to his home near Marico])a he 

 saw a dead deer with a strange arrow in it. He took both deer's 

 meat and arrow home with him and showed it to the people who 

 gathered according to their custom about him. He asked whose 

 arrow it was, but no one could tell him. Sandy Coyote was in the 

 company and recognized the arrow, but was too much ashamed to 

 speak. Then Vulture said, "I think I know the arrow. I have 

 heard of a boy living in the west who was ill treated, so that he and 

 his mother were driven away to the mountains. I think they must 

 have found a home somewhere in this country, for this is his arrow." 



Sandy Coj^ote admitted that it was his son's [nephew's] arrow. 

 "Give it to me, and I will some day go there and give it to him," he 

 said. The next day Sandy Coyote searched for and found his broth- 

 er's ■widow and her son. When he reached their house he went in 

 and saw them eating a dish of meat. "Here, take your arrow," 

 said he. "You shot a deer, which carried it awaj^ and your father's 

 brother found it, brought it to his home, and inquired whose it was. 

 At last they said it was yours, so I bring it to you." The boy said 

 nothing, but took the arrow and put it away. After the boy and 

 his mother were through eating they put away the remaining food 

 mthout a word. 



Sandy Coyote turned to leave, makuig an attempt to whistle to 

 show his indifference to the coldness manifested toward him, but he 

 only succeeded in sheddmg tears. "\'\Tiat is the matter with j'ou 

 that you cry so?" said the boy; "when I was younger and lived 

 with you, you never gave me meat, but I did not cry." 



A long time after that the Woman said to her son, "I am going 

 home to my own people, where I may get sometliing to bring to you, 

 and then you may go and play ki°ts with Sandy Coyote, who lulled 

 yourfiither; I think you are clever enough to beat liim now. " For 

 many days he waited for his mother to return, and at last he went 



