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Updated: June 18, 2025
"Such spindle legs cannot stand to fight by daylight!" shouted the brave ones who were terror-struck the night before by the name "Iya." Warriors with long knives rushed forth and slew the camp-eater. Lo! 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. "We are glad to be free!" said these strange people.
The man was Onoyom Iya Nya, a born statesman, the only one in the district who had not been disarmed by the Government, and the one who had been chosen President of the Native Court, and was shaping well as a wise and enlightened ruler. It was a moving story that Mary heard from his lips, while his wife stood by and listened. It went back to 1875 when he was a boy.
"A small man," she said; "Saduko would make two of him, and the other" who was he, I wondered "three. His hair, too, is ugly; he cuts it short and it sticks up like that on a cat's back. Iya!" But white white, one of those who rule. Why, they all of them know that he is their master.
By some unknown cunning he swam the river and sought his way toward the teepees. "Hin! hin!" he grunted and growled. With perspiration beading his brow he strove to wiggle his slender legs beneath his giant form. "Ha! ha!" laughed all the village people to see Iya made foolish with anger.
He brought Iya, the Eater; and Iya drank all day at the lake till his belly was like the earth. Then the Fish and the Turtle dived into the mud; and Iya said: "They are not in me." Hearing this the people cried greatly. Iktomi wading in the lake had been swallowed like a gnat in the water. Within the great Iya he was looking skyward.
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