Chapter 3 : Coyote's Salmon

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Long ago on the Sanpoil River that flows southward into the Columbia River, a Old Man and a old Woman lived with their tribe, the Sanpoils. They were so stooped that it appeared they were walking on their knees and their elbows. Their very pretty granddaughter lived with them.

One day Coyote came along and saw the old couple with the beautiful girl. So in awe of her beauty, he instantly new wanted to marry her. But he knew better than to ask for her then. He thought he would wait until evening. So during the day he sat around, becoming better acquainted with the family.

The old couple watched him, noting that his long hair was braided neatly and his forelocks were carefully combed back. They noticed too that he was tall and strong. The Old Man and the Old Woman talked between themselves about Coyote, wondering if he could be a Chief.

In the late afternoon, Coyote asked the Man, "What is that thing down in the stream?"

"Why!, that is my fish trap!," the Man replied.

"A fish trap? What is that? What do you do with it?" asked Coyote, pretending he did not know.

"Oh, occasionally I catch a few bullheads and sunfish," the Old Man said.

"Is that what you eat? I never heard of them. Are they big enough for a meal?" asked Coyote. Pretending to be more curious than ever, as he usually was.

"They are not much, but what else can we really eat?" replied the man

"I think I will go up the hill and look around," said Coyote. It was then about an hour before sunset.

To be continued....

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