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Long, long ago, in the days of the ancients, there lived in Hómaiakwin, or the Canyon of the Cedars, a Coyote -- doubtless the same one I have told you of as having made friends with the Woodpounder bird. As you know, this canyon in which he lived is below the high eastern cliff of Face Mountain.
This Coyote was out walking one day. On leaving his house he had said that he was going hunting; but -- miserable fellow! -- who ever knew a Coyote to catch anything, unless it were a prairie-dog or a wood-rat or a locust or something of the kind? So you may depend upon it he was out walking; that is, wandering around to see what he could see.