neither blinked nor dodged, but just kept on pouring out thunder, and lightning, and rain.
Then Thunderbird flew from his rocky home into the heavens and tried to grapple with the feather. The noise was so great, and the lightning so cutting, and the rain so violent that the earth beneath was torn and burned into ravines.
Finally they came together in one close grip and fell to the earth. The shock was so great that the whole world trembled. The feather came down on top, and when it struck the earth, it turned back into Coyote.
He at once began to beat Thunderbird's head with his war club. Thunderbird pleaded for mercy, but Coyote kept on beating him until his club was shattered. Then he said: "You may live, but no more shall people see your huge body. No more may you kill or terrify. You may thunder only in the sultry summer time. You may lightning occasionally, but never more to destroy."
From that day the power of Thunderbird has been broken. He is no longer seen, and his voice and his winkings are no longer a terror to the animals.
"Oh, I 'm so glad Coyote ever lived," sighed Juanita. "I 'm going to pray for him to-night, the
