The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1905-02-24

for his flight, when Iktomi rushed up
on him and walled. 81 want to be an
arrow Make me into an arrow /
want to pierce the blue Blue over
head | want to strike yonder sum
mer sun in its centre, Make me into
an arrow."
Can you keep condition? One
condition. thugh hard it be-" the ar
row turned to ask.
Yes! yes." shouted Iktomi de-
lighted
Hereupon the slender arrow tapped
him gently with his sharp flint beak.
There was no Iktomi, but two arrows
stood ready to fly. Now, young ar
row, this is the one condition. Your
fight must always be in a straight
Line. Never turn a curve nor jump
about like a young fawn," sad the
arrow magician. He spoke slowly
and sternly.
AT once he set about to teach the
new arrow how to shoot in a long
straight line.
This is the way TO pierce the Blue
overhead" said he; and off he spun
high into the sky.
While he was gone a herd of deer
came trctting by. Behind them played
the young fawns together They
frolicked about like kittens. They
bounced on all fours like balls. Then
they pitched forward, kicking their
heels in the air. The Iktomi arrow
watched them so happy on the
ground. Looking quickly up into the
sky, he said in his heart, THE ma
gician is out of sight. I'll just romp
and frolic with these fawns until he
returns.
Fawns Friends, do not fear me. I
want to jump and leap with you.
long to be happy as you are," said he
The young fawns stopped with stiff
legs and stared at the speaking arrow
with Large brown wondering eyes.
See! | can jump as we'll as you!"
went or Iztomi. He gave one tiny
leap like a fawn. All of a sudden the
faWns snorted with extended nostrils
at what they beheld. There among
them stood Iktomi in brown buck
skins, and the strange talking arrow
was gone.
"Oh! l am myself. My Old self"
cried Iktomi, pinching himself and
plucking imaginary pieces out of his
jacket
"Hin-hin-hin! l wanted to fly"
The real arrow now returned to the
earth. He alighted very near Iktomi
From the high sky he had seen the
fawns playing on the green. He had
seen Iktomi make his one leap, and
the charm was broken. Iktomi be-
came his former self
Arrow, my friend, change me once
more" begged Iktomi.
"No, no more" replied the arrow.
Then away he shot through the air
in the direction his comrades had
flown.
BY this time the fawns gathered
close around Iktomi. They poked their
noses at him trying to know who he
was
Iktomi's tears were like spring
shower. A new desire dried them
quickly away. Stepping boldly to the
largest fawn, he looked closely at the
little brown spots all over the furry
Race.
ooh, fawni What beautiful brown
spots on your face! Fawn, dear little
fawn, can you tell me how those brown
spots were made on your face?"
Yes" said the fawn. when I was |
very, very small, my mother marked
them on my face with red hot fire.
She dug large hole in the ground !
and made a soft bed of grass and |
twigs in it. Then she placed me gent
ly there She covered me over with !
dry sweet grass and piled dry cedars
on top. From a neighbours fire she
brought hither a red hot ember. This
she tucked carefully in at my head
This is how the brown spots were
made on my face"
Now, fawn, my dear friend, will
you do the same for me? Won't you
mark my face with brown, brown
spots just like yours?" asked Iktomi,
always eager to be like other people
Yes: can dig the ground and fill
it with dry grass and sticks. If you
will jump into the pit, I'll cover you
with sweet smelling grass and cedar
wood" answered the fawn.
Say" interrupted Iktomi, will you
be sure to cover me with a great deal
of dry grass and twigs? You will
make sure that the spots will be as
brown as those you wear"
ooh, yes. III pile up grass and
willows once oftener than my mother
did"
Now let us dig the hole. pull the
grass and gather sticks" cried Iktomi
in glee.
Thus with his own hands he aids in