HOW THE COYOTE JOINED THE DANCE OF THE BURROWING-OWLS
You may know the country that lies south of the valley in which our town stands. You travel along the trail which winds round the hill our ancients called Ishanatak'yapon,--which means the Hill of Grease, for the rocks sometimes shine in the light of the sun at evening, and it is said that strange things occurred there in the days of the ancients, which makes them thus to shine, while rocks of the kind in other places do not,--you travel on up this trail, crossing over the arroyos and foothills of the great mesa called Middle Mountain, until you come to the foot of the cliffs. Then you climb up back and forth, winding round and round, until you reach the top of the mountain, which is as flat as the floor of a house, merely being here a
