Myths and Tales of the Southeastern Indians: Title Page
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"What is <strong>the</strong> song we hear you singing as you gallop over <strong>the</strong> prairie?" asked <strong>the</strong>y. "If you will st<strong>and</strong> here till I get to <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> yonder hill<br />
I will sing it for you."<br />
Ya-ha ya-ha Wolf, wolf<br />
Ef-oo-ne-tul bones only<br />
Chesarsook, chesarsook rattle, rattle,<br />
Chesarsook rattle.<br />
Kah-ke-tul The ravens only<br />
Methl-methl fluttered, fluttered.<br />
Soolee-tul The buzzard only<br />
Methl-methl fluttered, fluttered.<br />
Charnur-tul The flies only<br />
Sum-sum buzzed, buzzed.<br />
Choon-tah-tul The worms only<br />
Witter-took wiggled<br />
Witter-took wiggled<br />
Witter-took 1 wiggled.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> Wolves heard this song <strong>the</strong>y howled in anger <strong>and</strong> said: "We missed our mate. He is dead <strong>and</strong> those are his bones. Let us kill his<br />
murderer."<br />
They started for <strong>the</strong> Fawn, who, seeing <strong>the</strong>m, sped away for life, <strong>the</strong> bones rattling as he ran. He came to a basket maker <strong>and</strong> begged him<br />
to place him under a basket, but he refused. Then <strong>the</strong> Fawn came to a man who was getting bark to cover his house. "Oh, hide me from <strong>the</strong><br />
Wolves," he begged, but <strong>the</strong> man would not. He ran on <strong>and</strong> came to a Terrapin who was making a spoon. "Tell me where to hide from <strong>the</strong><br />
Wolves," said <strong>the</strong> Fawn. "No," replied <strong>the</strong> Terrapin, "I must not take sides." However, <strong>the</strong> Fawn saw a stream just ahead <strong>and</strong> on reaching it<br />
he jumped up <strong>and</strong> lodged in <strong>the</strong> fork <strong>of</strong> a tree <strong>and</strong> could not extricate himself.<br />
The Wolves passed <strong>the</strong> man who was making baskets <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> man who was getting bark to cover his house <strong>and</strong> came to <strong>the</strong> Terrapin, who<br />
told <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> way <strong>the</strong> Fawn had gone.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> Wolves reached <strong>the</strong> stream <strong>the</strong>y could trace <strong>the</strong> Fawn no far<strong>the</strong>r. They looked in <strong>the</strong> water <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re saw him. They tried to go<br />
into <strong>the</strong> water to catch <strong>the</strong> Fawn but failed. In sorrow <strong>the</strong>y began to howl. As <strong>the</strong>y raised <strong>the</strong>ir heads in howling <strong>the</strong>y saw <strong>the</strong> Fawn in <strong>the</strong><br />
tree. They held a council to see how <strong>the</strong>y could get <strong>the</strong> Fawn out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tree. One Wolf said: "I know a man who can shoot him out"; so he<br />
sent for <strong>the</strong> man. Then he went to <strong>the</strong> Terrapin <strong>and</strong> brought him, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> Terrapin said he could kill him. He began to shoot arrows at <strong>the</strong><br />
Fawn. He shot every arrow away <strong>and</strong> missed <strong>the</strong> Fawn. Afterwards while walking around <strong>the</strong> tree<br />
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<strong>the</strong> Terrapin found one <strong>of</strong> his old arrows sticking in <strong>the</strong> ground near an old log. "This was one <strong>of</strong> my best arrows," said he. So he shot at<br />
<strong>the</strong> Fawn with this old arrow <strong>and</strong> killed him.<br />
Then <strong>the</strong> Wolves took <strong>the</strong> body <strong>and</strong> divided it into pieces. "We must pay <strong>the</strong> man for shooting him," one said, so <strong>the</strong>y <strong>of</strong>fered <strong>the</strong> Terrapin<br />
a piece <strong>of</strong> one leg. But he had some complaint in his leg <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> medicine men had told him not to eat <strong>the</strong> leg <strong>of</strong> any animal. He whined<br />
out: "I can not eat leg; it will make my leg hurt, <strong>and</strong> I shall die."<br />
When <strong>the</strong>y <strong>of</strong>fered him a shoulder he whined out: "I can not eat shoulder; it will pain my shoulder, <strong>and</strong> I shall die."<br />
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