272 THE MYTHOLOGY OF THE WICHITA. 
said: “I will take you across if you will get between my hoofs.” The 
Prairie-Turtle said that the Buffalo might step on him. The Buffalo 
said: “Well, get on my back and we will cross the creek.” But the 
Prairie-Turtle said: “O, no, you might shake yourself in the middle 
of the water and throw me off and drown me.” ‘The Buffalo then 
asked him to ride between his horns, but still the Prairie-Turtle would 
not ride, but said that the Buffalo might shake his head and knock him 
off. ‘The Buffalo finally decided to let the Prairie-Turtle ride over in 
his anus. “Well,” said the Buffalo, “you could get into my anus if 
you would behave yourself while in there.” The Prairie-Turtle said 
to the Buffalo that it would be more safe for him to get in there than 
any place else, so the Buffalo backed up against a high bank where 
the Prairie-Turtle was sitting, and the Prairie-Turtle crawled into the 
Buffalo’s anus. While they were on the way over the water the Prairie- 
Turtle began to eat a part of the intestines of the Buffalo, and the 
Buffalo asked him what he was eating. The Prairie-Turtle told ‘him 
that he was eating something that he had brought along with him. 
Just as soon as the Buffalo got across and went a little way he fell to 
the ground dead. The Prairie-Turtle began to wonder how he could 
get out, now that the Buffalo was dead. Finally he ate through the 
flank of the Buffalo, and in that way the got out. He said aloud: “I 
wish I had a knife so that I could butcher my Buffalo that I have killed.” 
The Coyote (Ketox) heard this, although he was a long way 
from where the Buffalo was lying. After a little while the Prairie- 
Turtle saw the Coyote coming down the hill, running to find where 
the sound had come from when some one had called for a knife. The 
Coyote then said: “Well, my friend, were you not calling for a knife 
to butcher a Buffalo?” The Prairie-Turtle said: “No, I was not calling 
for a knife to butcher a Buffalo, but I was calling for a knife to cut 
arrows.’ But the Coyote had already seen the Buffalo, and asked the 
Prairie-Turtle what that was lying down on the ground. The Prairie- 
Turtle told him that it was his robe. The Coyote asked the Prairie- 
Turtle why his robe had horns. The Prairie-Turtle then asked the 
Coyote if he had never had a robe that had horns. The Coyote then 
asked why his robe had hoofs on it. ‘Well,’ said the Prairie-Turtle, 
“did not you ever have a robe that had hoofs on it?” The Coyote again 
said that the robe had a tail on it. “Well,” said the Prairie-Turtle, 
“did you never have a robe that had a tail?’ The Coyote kept asking 
a lot of questions, and finally the Prairie-Turtle said that he had killed 
the Buffalo; that he wished that some one would come around with a 
knife. The Coyote was the very man the Prairie-Turtle was looking - 
for. “Well,” said the Coyote to the Prairie-Turtle, “let us butcher 
