"This gentleman had no history or tradition to bother him, either; whatever Senor Coyote thought of the matter, he contented himself with robbing Senor Koorotora's wigwam when he could, and skulking around the Indian's camp at night.

The old chief prospered, and made many journeys round the country, but always kept his camp here.

This lasted until the time when the holy Fathers came from the South, and Portala, as you have all read, uplifted the wooden Cross on the sea-coast over there, and left it for the heathens to wonder at.

Koorotora saw it on one of his journeys, and came back to the canada full of this wonder.

Now, Koorotora had a wife." "Ah, we shall commence now.