Big and little, father and mother, Senor and Senora Coyotes, and the little muchacho coyotes had their home in the dark canada, and came out over these fields, yellow with wild oats and red with poppies, to seek their prey.

They were happy.
For why?
They were the first; they had no history, you comprehend, no tradition.

They married as they liked" (with a glance at Carroll), "nobody objected; they increased and multiplied.

But the plains were fertile; the game was plentiful; it was not fit that it should be for the beasts alone.

And so, in the course of time, an Indian chief, a heathen, Koorotora, built his wigwam here." "I beg your pardon," said Garnier, in apparent distress, "but I caught the gentleman's name imperfectly." Fully aware that the questioner only wished to hear again her musical enunciation of the consonants, she repeated, "Koorotora," with an apologetic glance at Carroll, and went on.