THE END OF .THE TRICKSTER-CHEATER, 271 
“When I was on the lookout for foes I turned into a deer, but I met 
another deer, and when I met this deer I was afraid. Then I found 
that it was my father who was trying to fool me, because I am always 
looking out for him to kill him, and he knows that I am going to take his 
life, as he is after my life. The war-party withdrew and returned to 
their home. Son-of-the-Trickster-Spy continued looking for his father 
to kill him. It happened that while on a hunting trip he accidentally 
saw some one who had killed some game, but when he saw this man 
he had to keep himself pretty well concealed, so that the man would not 
see him. At the point where the man was there was a small hollow. 
When the Son-of-the-Trickster-Spy went into this place he found there 
his enemy and decided to attack him, and he already knew that it was 
his father. Right by the side of Son-of-the-Trickster-Spy were some 
small bushes, from which he jumped, having turned into a big buck 
deer. He ran into the woods, then turned back into a small hollow, and 
followed it up until he came to where his father was. His father, when 
he found him again, was still looking in the direction the buck had 
gone, facing the other way. So he at once went for his father, and 
before his father knew what was to happen to him his son attacked him 
and killed ‘him. 
Son-of-the-Trickster-Spy, after killing his father, took his scalp 
and returned to his home with all the war material that his father had 
had. When he got home he turned over to his people the scalp and 
other things, telling them he had killed his father, and that was all he 
wanted to do. When this scalp was turned over to the people they had 
all kinds of dances, for joy, on account of the killing of one of their 
main enemies; for the Trickster-Spy was the meanest enemy they had, 
and they had never been able to kill him. This ends the story of one 
of the most noted men of the Trickster-Spies. 
44. THE COYOTE, PRAIRIE-TURTLE, AND SQUIRREL.* 
Once on a time the Prairie-Turtle (Kikeskatoshkeyosh) went to a 
creek, and the creek was swollen, so that he could not get across. He 
wished that some one would take him across. There were some Buffalo 
crossing the creek, and the Prairie-Turtle sat there waiting for one of 
the Buffalo to ask him if he wanted to be taken across. Finally there 
came one Buffalo and asked him what ‘he was saying. 
The Prairie-Turtle said: ‘“O, nothing. I just wanted some one 
to be kind enough to take me across this deep water.” The Buffalo 
*Told by Dragging-Enemies-from-the-River-Bank (Towakoni), 
