The Raccoon And The Crawfish

Sharp and cunning is the raccoon, say the Indians, by whom he is named

Spotted Face.

A crawfish one evening wandered along a river bank, looking for

something dead to feast upon. A raccoon was also out looking for

something to eat. He spied the crawfish and formed a plan to catch him.

He lay down on the bank and feigned to be dead. By and by the crawfish

came near by. "Ho," he thought, "here
is a feast indeed; but is he

really dead. I will go near and pinch him with my claws and find out."

So he went near and pinched the raccoon on the nose and then on his soft

paws. The raccoon never moved. The crawfish then pinched him on the ribs

and tickled him so that the raccoon could hardly keep from laughing. The

crawfish at last left him. "The raccoon is surely dead," he thought.

And he hurried back to the crawfish village and reported his find to the


All the villagers were called to go down to the feast. The chief bade

the warriors and young men to paint their faces and dress in their

gayest for a dance.

So they marched in a long line--first the warriors, with their weapons

in hand, then the women with their babies and children--to the place

where the raccoon lay. They formed a great circle about him and danced,


"We shall have a great feast

"On the spotted-faced beast, with soft smooth paws:

"He is dead!

"He is dead!

"We shall dance!

"We shall have a good time!

"We shall feast on his flesh."

But as they danced, the raccoon suddenly sprang to his feet.

"Who is that you say you are going to eat? He has a spotted face, has

he? He has soft, smooth paws, has he? I'll break your ugly backs. I'll

break your rough bones. I'll crunch your ugly, rough paws." And he

rushed among the crawfish, killing them by scores. The crawfish warriors

fought bravely and the women ran screaming, all to no purpose. They did

not feast on the raccoon; the raccoon feasted _on them!_