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. "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. We are at the beginning. This is
better than Senora Coyota," said Garnier, cheerfully.

"Naturally, she was anxious to see the wonderful object. She saw
it, and she saw the holy Fathers, and they converted her against
the superstitious heathenish wishes of her husband. And more than
that, they came here--"