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struck. ‘The Coyote kept dodging the clubs, and finally one of them 
hit him on the head. The man kept on the lookout for the best ones. 
He got hold of one that he thought was a good club, and another he 
got for the Coyote, but the Coyote was lying on the ground, dead. 
Having secured two clubs the other clubs began to cease to fly around. 
The man kicked the Coyote’s feet and told him to get up. The Coyote 
got up, rubbed his eyes, and said he ‘had been sleeping too hard. The 
man now reminded the Coyote that he had told him there was no danger 
of being hit with the clubs if he did not dodge, and that the weapons 
were for their assistance when they should reach the enemy. Dum ibi 
sedebant, homo Coyote docebat stationem proximam suam Jatsnahidios 
futuram esse, id est, locum volvarum volitantium. Iterum proficiscun- 
tur. Jam Coyote iter facere sine dolore poterat, quod ad eum locum 
pervenire cupiebat. Coyote ab homine quaesivit quales volvae essent, 
variarumne magnitudinum essent. Homo respondit eas variarum mag- 
nitudinum esse. Ille quaesivit possentne sine mulieritbus volitare. Hic 
eas posse respondit. The Coyote slept little and watched for daylight 
to come, so that they could start for the place. In the morning the man 
asked the Coyote about his knee, and the Coyote said that it was feel- 
ing all right. They started on and the Coyote was in good condition 
to walk, and left the man behind. They traveled until late in the even- 
ing, then camped. They cooked supper and then began to eat. Dum 
cenabant, quaedam res volitare incipiebant. Hae tam numerosae erant 
ut Coyote os saepe ferirent; madidaeque videbantur. Coyote autem 
unam ex eis prehendere non paterat. Itaque, pharetra vacuefacta, eas 
prehendere conabatur. Eas interea variarum magnitudinum esse sentie- 
bat. Vix tandem unam pharetra prehendit. Quam prehensam membro 
virili traicere conatus non poterat. The man kept laughing at the 
Coyote. Now they sat by the fire. The man told the Coyote that they 
were coming to the real place the next time they camped, for they were 
coming to a place Where-Enemies-attack-their-Foes (Hidiokidiodes). 
Now they started again, and the Coyote’s knee began to pain him, for 
he knew they were coming to the last place, and he thought it would be 
no fun when the enemy should get after him. The Coyote’s knee hurt 
him worse than ever. He stayed behind his partner, but they kept on 
traveling. When the man got ahead of the Coyote he stopped and 
waited until he came up, and then they started again. They traveled 
till late in the evening and again camped for the night. The Covote’s 
knee hurt him pretty badly, and it pained him all that night, for he knew 
they were to be attacked the next morning. The next morning when 
they started off they found themselves surrounded by the enemy and 
