436 ISLETA , NEW MEXICO [eth. ann. 47 



laugh as if they wondered how they could turn into a coyote. The 

 other boy said, "I will show you how. It is easy. We will all take 

 turns. " So each in turn rolled the ring and another would go through 

 it and turn coyote, and they rolled it again and went through and 

 became a person again. This poor man's turn came last. They 

 made him go through it, too. He went through the ring and turned 

 into a coyote. Then the ring disappeared. They looked for it and 

 looked for it and they could not find it. Finally they said to the coyote, 

 "That is your fortune (akamu'un). You must go out and look for a 

 living. " The coyote began to cry. The boj's chased him out. He 

 ran away to his house. Then he scratched at the door of his house 

 with both paws and his wife came to the door to open. She saw only 

 a coyote, so she called out for help. While she was calling out, the 

 boys were coming behind him with bows and arrows. When the 

 coyote saw them, he had to nm away not to be killed. He went 

 around outside for a long time. When they missed the boy out of the 

 village, they looked for him and could not find him anywhere. Fi- 

 nally they stopped looking. One night this coyote came down to his 

 brother's field and he got a ripe muskmelon and ate it. He came 

 close to the house where his brother lived. In the morning when his 

 brother got up, he saw a coyote lying a little way from the house, and 

 he went for his bow and arrows to kill it. When the coyote saw his 

 brother coming with bow and arrows, he cried, like a man. His 

 brother said, "What kind of a voice has that coyote? " 



So he set the two dogs on the coyote. Both dogs ran over to where 

 the coyote was. When they smelt him, they just wagged their tails 

 and would not bite him nor chase him away. The man thought, 

 "That is strange, why do the dogs not chase that coyote away?" 

 His grandmother said, "Do not shoot that coyote, my grandson, it 

 might be your brother." He said, "I am going to see if that is my 

 brother. If he is my brother, he wUl come where I am." So he 

 called his name. He said, "Turwib (sun kick-stick), is that you? 

 If so, come on here!" The coyote came up, but very slowly and 

 reluctantly. He was so miserable he could hardly walk. When he 

 got over there, his brother asked him, "Are you really a coyote, or 

 are you a man?" The coyote said nothing. He just put his tail 

 between his legs and started to cry, the tears were rolling down his 

 face. Then his brother asked, "Are you a coyote?" He shook his 

 head — no. His brother asked, "Are you my brother?" The coyote 

 began to drop tears again and he nodded yes. His brother and mother 

 and father started to ciy, and they took him into the house. They 

 all were crying. They brought him food to eat. In the evening 

 they went to gather up their relatives, they showed them the coyote 

 and said he was their son. His wife heard about it and she came over 

 to see him, too. But the coyote would not let his wife come close to 



