Colonel Sterett once mentions Coyote's manners.
"'Which he could give Chesterfield, Coyote could, kyards an' spades,' observes the Colonel.

I don't, myse'f, know this Chesterfield none, but I can see by the fashion in which Colonel Sterett alloodes to him that he's a Kaintuckian an' a jo-darter on manners an' etiquette.
"As I says, a pecooliar trait of Coyote is that he won't drink nothin' but water.

Despite this blemish, however, when the camp gets so it knows him it can't he'p but like him a heap.

He's so quiet an' honest an' ignorant an' little an' lame, an' so plumb p'lite besides, he grows on you.

I can almost see the weasened old outlaw now as he comes rockin' into town with his six or seven burros packed to their y'ears with pelts! "This time when Coyote puts Doc Peets in a toomult is when he's first pitched his dug-out camp an' begins to honour Wolfville with his visits.