Iya, the Camp-eater · page 21 2101Though with every move he came dangerously nigh to falling, he followed in the trail of the fleeing people.102“I shall eat you in the sight of a noon-day sun!” cried Iya in his vain rage, when he spied them encamped beyond a river.103By some unknown cunning he swam the river and sought his way toward the teepees.104“Hin! hin!” he grunted and growled.105With perspiration beading his brow he strove to wiggle his slender legs beneath his giant form.106“Ha! ha!” laughed all the village people to see Iya made foolish with anger.107“Such spindle legs cannot stand to fight by daylight!” shouted the brave ones who were terror-struck the night before by the name “Iya.”108Warriors with long knives rushed forth and slew the camp-eater.109Lo! there rose out of the giant a whole Indian tribe: their camp ground, their teepees in a large circle, and the people laughing and dancing.110“We are glad to be free!” said these strange people.111Thus Iya was killed; and no more are the camp grounds in danger of being swallowed up in a single night time.1 2← previousThe Toad and the Boynext →Manstin, the Rabbit↑ back to Old Indian LegendsThis page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg338/13/page/2/