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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: The Little Navajo Herder - -Author: Ann Clark - -Illustrator: Hoke Denetsosie - -Release Date: June 12, 2016 [EBook #52311] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LITTLE NAVAJO HERDER *** - - - - -Produced by Richard Tonsing, Juliet Sutherland and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - - DEPARTMENT OF THE INTERIOR - - Oscar L. Chapman, Secretary - - - UNITED STATES INDIAN SERVICE - - Dillon S. Myer, Commissioner - - - EDUCATION DIVISION - - Willard W. Beatty, Chief - - - Authorized by Congress - - Printing Department - Haskell Institute - - Price - .25 - - September, 1951—5M - - - - - LITTLE NAVAJO - HERDER - - - ANN CLARK - -[Illustration] - - Illustrated by HOKE DENETSOSIE - - UNITED STATES INDIAN SERVICE - - HASKELL INSTITUTE—LAWRENCE, KANSAS - - - - - LITTLE NAVAJO HERDER - - -In Little Navajo Herder, we have brought together in one volume the -pictured story of a year in the life of a little Navajo girl, which -originally appeared in four separate books. In the first edition, which -was prepared for classroom use in Federal Indian schools, the stories -appeared in both English and Navajo. However, the popularity of Little -Herder was not limited to the child readers of her own tribe. She has -found her way into the hearts of Indian children throughout the nation. -The universality of her appeal is indicated by increasing interest in -her story by non-Indian children in home and school. Selections from her -books have found their way into dozens of anthologies. This popularity -with those who read only English has dictated this single volume edition -in English. Again the delightful drawings by Hoke Denetsosie, a -full-blood Navajo artist, are used. - -Little Navajo Herder bids fair to find a permanent place in children's -literature, as has Mrs. Clark's earlier volume on Pueblo life—"In My -Mother's House." This book is illustrated by a Pueblo artist, Velerio -Herrera, and is published by Viking Press. - -Other Indian stories by Mrs. Clark have been published by the Indian -Service for use in Indian schools. A complete list may be obtained from -Haskell Institute, Lawrence, Kansas. - - - - - IN AUTUMN - - -[Illustration] - - - - - IN AUTUMN - - - Page - - Home Land 3 - - The Hogan 4 - - Night Corral 5 - - The Cornfield 6 - - My Mother 7 - - My Father 8 - - Possessions 9 - - The Horses 10 - - The Sheep 11 - - The Goats 12 - - The Lambs 13 - - The Trading Post 14 - - Selling 15 - - The Silversmith 17 - - Turquoise 18 - - It Is Dry 19 - - Sorting the Wool 20 - - Cleaning the Wool 21 - - Carding the Wool 22 - - Spinning 23 - - Autumn 25 - - Dyeing 27 - - Weaving 29 - - Learning To Weave 30 - - Flood 32 - - Sun 33 - - Herding 34 - -[Illustration] - - - HOME LAND - - The land around my mother's hogan - is big. - It is still. - It has walls of red rocks. - And way, far off - the sky comes down - to touch the sands. - Blue sky is above me. - Yellow sand is beneath me. - The sheep are around me. - My mother's hogan is near. - -[Illustration] - - - THE HOGAN - - My mother's hogan is round - and earth-color. - Its floor is smooth and hard. - It has a friendly fire - and an open door. - It is my home. - I live happily - in my mother's hogan. - -[Illustration] - - - NIGHT CORRAL - - The night corral is fenced - with poles. - It is the home for the sheep - and the goats - when darkness comes - to my mother's land. - -[Illustration] - - - THE CORNFIELD - - The cornfield is fenced with poles. - - My mother works in the cornfield. - My father works in the cornfield. - - While they are working - I walk among the corn plants. - - I sing to the tall tasseled corn. - - In the middle - of all these known things - stands my mother's hogan - with its open door. - -[Illustration] - - - MY MOTHER - - My mother is sun browned color. - Her eyes are dark. - Her hair shines black. - My mother is good to look at, - but I like her hands the best. - They are beautiful. - They are strong and quick - at working, - but when they touch my hands - they are slow moving - and gentle. - -[Illustration] - - - MY FATHER - - My father is tall. - He is strong. - He is brave. - He hunts and he rides - and he sings. - He coaxes the corn - and the squash plants - to grow - out of the sand-dry earth. - My father has magic - in his finger tips. - He can turn - flat pieces of silver - into things of beauty. - Sometimes - I hide in the wide folds - of my mother's skirts - and look out at my father. - - - POSSESSIONS - - I have black hair. - I have white teeth. - My hands are brown - with many fingers. - My feet are brown - with many toes. - My arms are brown - and strong. - My legs are brown - and swift. - I have two eyes. - They show me how things look. - I have two ears. - They bring sounds - to stay with me - for a little while. - I have two names, - a War Name - for just me to know - but not to use, - and a nickname - for everyone to use - for every day. - But with all these things - I still am only - one little girl. - Isn't it strange? - -[Illustration] - - - THE HORSES - - I see my father's horses - running in the wind. - I feel little - standing here - when the wind - and the horses - run by. - -[Illustration] - - - THE SHEEP - - Of all the kinds of sheep, - Navaho sheep - give the best wool - for weaving. - - My mother says - that is why - they are Navaho sheep, - because they know best - the needs of The People. - -[Illustration] - - - THE GOATS - - Goats have long whiskers. - They have long faces. - They have long legs. - Goats are funny, I think. - -[Illustration] - - - THE LAMBS - - Now that it is autumn, - the lambs - that were babies in the spring, - have grown. - They are almost as tall - as their mothers. - - My father takes the lambs - in his wagon - to the trading post. - He takes them to sell - to the trader. - -[Illustration] - - - THE TRADING POST - - Hosteen White Man - has the trading post. - He has hard things on the shelf. - He has soft things on the wall. - And in a jar - he has red stick candy - that he keeps just for me. - - Hosteen White Man - at the trading post - is such a good man. - Sometimes, I forget he is not - one of The People. - -[Illustration] - - - SELLING - - In his wagon - my father drives - to the trading post. - He takes the lambs - and he takes me, too. - - He wants me to know - about selling. - - He tells me that sometimes - he trades the lambs, - and sometimes - he gives them in payment - for a debt. - - - This time - he will sell them - to the trader. - - When we get to the trading post - the trader looks at the lambs. - Then he tells my father - how much he will pay. - I wonder if the lambs - like to have my father - sell them to the trader. - - My father sells the lambs - for hard round money - to Hosteen White Man - at the trading post. - Then he chooses cans of food - to put into his wagon, - and he gives Hosteen White Man - some of the round hard money - back again. - - My father calls this selling, - but I think - it is a game - they play together, - Hosteen White Man and - my father at the trading post. - - My father likes this game of selling. - He did not tell me, but, someway, - I know that he likes it. - -[Illustration] - - - THE SILVERSMITH - - My father sits before his forge - melting bars of silver - and turning them - into silver raindrops - and silver cloud designs. - - Somehow, - my father has caught the wind - within his bellows - and when he lets it go - its breath - turns the silver - to red earth color. - - Its breath cools the silver - until it is hard - like something made - of gray water - and then turned to stone. - - Today my father sang - as he worked - at making a bracelet - for my arm. - His song - flowed into the silver circle - making it a circle of song. - - - TURQUOISE - - Turquoise is sky. - Turquoise is still water. - Turquoise is color-blue - and color-green - that someone - somewhere - has caught - and turned to stone. - - Sometimes, turquoise - is trapped in silver, - and sometimes, in small beads - running along a white string - like beauty following - a straight trail. - -[Illustration] - - - IT IS DRY - - My father says - over and over, - "It is dry. - It is too dry." - - My father means - there has been no rain - to fill the rain pools - for the thirsty sheep. - -[Illustration] - - - SORTING THE WOOL - - I am helping my mother - sort the wool. - - This pile we will keep - to spin into yarn for weaving - because its strands - are long and unbroken. - - This pile we will sell - to the trader. - Its strands are broken and short. - - The trader will buy it, - but he will not pay as much - as if it were all long. - - I wish that all our wool - was of long, unbroken strands. - - I like to sort the wool. - It is good to feel its softness, - like making words for something - my heart has always known. - -[Illustration] - - - CLEANING THE WOOL - - I go with my mother - to beat the wool. - We get the little sticks - and burrs out of it. - We put the wool - on a flat rock. - We beat the wool - with yucca sticks. - I have a little yucca stick - like my mother's big one. - It takes my mother and me - a long time to clean the wool. - -[Illustration] - - - CARDING THE WOOL - - I sit with my mother - under the juniper tree. - I watch her card wool - with her towcards. - - My mother's towcards - are flat pieces of wood - with strong handles - and with wire teeth. - My mother buys her towcards - from the trader - at the trading post. - - With her towcards - she pulls the wool thin. - - She stretches it in white sheets - like snow mist in winter. - She bunches it in soft rolls - like white clouds in summer. - - Under my mother's towcards - the gray wool turns white. - The matted wool turns fluffy - and soft, - and light as baby eagle down. - - I like to sit with my mother - under the juniper tree. - I like to watch her card the wool - with her towcards. - -[Illustration] - - - SPINNING - - My mother's spindle - is a slender stick - on a hardwood whorl. - - Under her fingers - it spins like a dancer, - winding itself - in twisted yarn. - - Under her fingers - it twists the wool - into straight beauty - like a trail of pollen, - like a trail of song. - - - My hands are not strong enough - to card, very well. - My fingers are not swift enough - to spin, very well. - But my heart knows perfectly - how it is done. - -[Illustration] - -[Illustration] - - - AUTUMN - - Now that autumn is here, - the flowers and the plants - give themselves to us - for winter will not need them. - - The pumpkins are rusty color - with brown and green patches. - They are ripe. - Ripe is such a good word. - I like to say it. - - All the plants are ripe - and beautiful with color - now that autumn is here. - - Soon my mother will go - to the mountains - to gather plants for dyes, - and plants for food, - and plants for medicine. - If I were bigger - she would take me with her. - She does take me - when we go - to places near the hogan. - - After heavy frost - my father will go - to the mountains - to gather the pinyons. - - This year he will go without us. - He will go with some other men - in a truck - that belongs to the trader. - - My mother does not like this. - She thinks - my father should take us - with him - when he goes for pinyons. - -[Illustration] - - - DYEING - - With flower plants - and bark and roots - and minerals and water - and fire, - my mother changes - the colors of her yarns. - - My mother puts the dye plants - into the dye kettle - over the fire. - - Slowly the water - in the kettle - changes its color. - - My mother puts white yarn - into this dye water. - She boils it over the fire. - She stirs it with a stick. - It bubbles and bubbles. - It gives a good smell - like plants after rain. - - For a little time - my mother boils the yarn - in the dye water, - and then she takes it out again. - It is no longer white. - It has changed color. - - In this way - my mother changes the colors - of her yarns - to look like - brown earth in morning - or yellow sand at mid-day. - - She changes the colors - of her yarns - to look like - black cliffs at sunset, - or black like the night, - and black like the dark clouds - of male rain. - - I help to gather the flowers - and the bark and the roots - and the minerals. - - I help to carry the water - from the rain pool - by the red rocks. - - I help to make the fire - with little twigs. - - I look and look. - - I see the water and the plants. - - I see the yarn in the water - but I do not see - the magic - that I think - my mother must use - to change her yarns - to colors. - - When I tell this - to my mother, - she laughs at me. - - She says she has no magic - in her dye kettle. - - She says the plants - in her dye kettle - are the things - which give colors - to her yarns. - - So now, - I have learned a new thing. - -[Illustration] - - - WEAVING - - When my mother sits - on her sheepskin, - weaving a blanket on her loom - I think it is like a song. - - The warp threads - are the drum beats, - strong sounds - underneath. - - The colored yarns - are the singing words - weaving through - the drum beats. - - When the blanket is finished - it is like a finished song. - - The warp - and the drum beats, - the colored wools - and the singing words - are forgotten. - - Only - the pattern - of color - and of sound - is left. - -[Illustration] - - - LEARNING TO WEAVE - - My mother took me in her arms. - We sat together at her loom. - She took my hands - to guide them - along the weaving way. - - She showed them how to weave. - - We did not weave - straight across the loom. - That is not our way. - - We wove with one color - for a little way up. - - And then with another color - for a little way up. - - We kept the edges straight. - - We wove not too tight - and not too loose - and pounded it down, - pounded it down, - pounded it. - - But when I told my father, - "See, I wove this blanket," - my mother spoke sharply. - - "We do not say - things that are not true," - she told me. - - I hid my face away - from the sharp words of - my mother, - but soon my mother's hand - came gently - to touch my hair. - -[Illustration] - - - FLOOD - - Rain comes hard and black. - - It fills the arroyos - with yellow water - running in anger. - - Great pieces of sand bank - on the sides of the arroyos - slide into the water - with little tired noises - and are lost for always. - - The rain pools fill with water, - rain water, - fresh and clean and cold. - -[Illustration] - - - SUN - - Sun comes now - to comfort the land - that the rain has frightened. - - My father says, - "Sun takes the rain water - from the thirsty land - back to the sky too soon." - - But my mother and I, - we are glad the sun comes soon. - - Sun does not mean - to rob the land of water. - - Sun means only to warm it again. - -[Illustration] - - - HERDING - - Today I go with my mother. - - I go with her to drive the sheep - for I must learn to tend - the flock. - - It is my work. - - The way is long. - - The sand is hot. - - The arroyos are deep. - - It takes many steps - to keep up with my mother. - - It takes many steps - to keep up with the sheep. - - My mother waits for me. - - My mother takes my hand. - - She calls me - Little Herder of the Sheep. - - And so we walk - across the sand. - - We walk - till the day is done, - till the sun goes - and the stars - are almost ready - to come. - - We walk across the sand. - - We walk to the water hole - when day is at the middle. - - We walk to the night corral - when day is at the close, - the sheep, - my mother - and my mother's Little Herder. - - Before the hogan fire, - when night has come, - my father sings, - my mother whispers, - "Come sit beside me - Little Herder." - - I like that name. - - From now till always - I want to be - my mother's Little Herder. - - - - - IN WINTER - - -[Illustration] - - - - - IN WINTER - - - Page - - Snow 39 - - There Is No Food 41 - - The Dogs Are Hungry 43 - - Melting Snow Water 44 - - Night 47 - - Story Telling 48 - - It-Is-Twisted 50 - - Pawn 51 - - Morning 53 - - Shoveling the Snow 54 - - Cat's Cradles 55 - - Father Comes Back 56 - - Supper 58 - - Sleep 59 - - Morning Sun 60 - - Going to the Sing 61 - - The Sing 63 - - The Betting 66 - - The Race 68 - - Going Home 70 - -[Illustration] - - - SNOW - - My mother's land is white with snow. - - The sandwash and the waterhole, - the dry grass patches and the - cornfield hide away - under the white blanket, - under the snow blanket - that covers the land. - - The air is filled - with falling snow, - thick snow, - soft snow - falling, - falling. - - Beautiful Mountain - and the red rock canyons - hide their faces - in snow clouds. - - The wind cries. - - It piles the snow - in drift banks - against the poles - of the sheep corral. - - It pushes against the door - of my mother's hogan, - and it cries. - - The wind cries out there - in the snow and the cold. - - My mother's hogan is cold. - Snow blows down the smoke hole. - Water drops on the fire. - - The wet wood smokes - and keeps its flames to itself. - - The sun - has not shown his face - to tell us - what time of day it is. - - I do not like to ask my mother, - "Is it noon now?" or - "Is it almost night?" - because - she might think - I wanted it to be time to eat. - - She might think - I wanted food. - -[Illustration] - - - THERE IS NO FOOD - - There is no food. - - There is no flour nor cornmeal - to make into bread. - - There is no coffee - that my mother could boil - for us to drink. - - There is no food. - - The corn my father planted - in his field - is gone. - - We ate it. - - There was so little. - The corn pile in the storehouse - was not high enough - to last for long. - It is gone. - - Now all of it is gone. - There is no food. - - There is food - at the Trading Post - in sacks and in boxes, - in bins and in cans - on the shelf. - - There is food at the Trading Post, - but the Trading Post - is far away - and snowdrifts - and snow clouds - are heavy between. - - There is food at the Trading Post - but my father has nothing left - of the hard, round money - that he must give - to the Trader - for the food. - - There is no food here - in my mother's hogan. - - When it is time to eat, - we talk of other things, - but not of hunger. - - This thing called hunger - is a pain - that sits inside me. - - At first it was little, - but now - it grows bigger - and bigger. - - It hurts me - to be hungry. - -[Illustration] - - - THE DOGS ARE HUNGRY - - The dogs are hungry, too. - - They crowd in the hogan. - - The black one - is not sleeping now. - - He lies with his head - on his paws - and looks at nothing. - - The yellow one whimpers. - - He has worked hard, - but there is no food. - - The gray shadow dog stays outside - close to the tree trunk - making no sound - asking for nothing. - - I think she knows - nobody wants her. - -[Illustration] - - - MELTING SNOW WATER - - The sheep are wet and cold. - - They are hungry, too. - - If the snow keeps falling, - it will be bad for the sheep. - - Perhaps - that is why the wind cries. - - Perhaps - the wind is sorry - for the sheep. - - That is what I think. - - My mother talks to my father. - - Together - they go out to shovel snow. - - The ruffles on my mother's skirts - make pretty marks on the top - of the snow whiteness. - - My mother and my father - shovel a round place - clean of snow - out near the sheep corral. - - They will build a fire - to melt snow into water - to give to the sheep. - - It takes much wood - to make a fire - to melt snow into water, - but if the sheep have water - to drink - they do not hunger so much. - - When the round place - is clear of snow, - my mother comes into the hogan - for dry wood - to make the outdoor fire. - - She picks a stick - from our small pile - beside the fire. - - She picks another - until she has a little armful. - - My mother picks them up slowly - for our pile is so small. - - My father comes into the hogan. - - He stamps his feet. - - Little hills of dirty snow - melt slowly by them - on the hogan floor. - - It takes a lot of snow - in my mother's washtub - to melt enough water - for the sheep. - - When my mother comes again - into the hogan - she is tired. - - Her poor face - is dark with cold. - - I put my arms - around my mother's knees. - - It is the only way I know - to show her - that I am sorry she is cold. - -[Illustration] - -[Illustration] - - - NIGHT - - Night is slow in coming, - but at last it comes - moving through the snowstorm. - - Coyotes howl, far away. - - Nearby the wind cries. - - The wet wood smokes. - - Snow water drips down - through the smoke hole. - -[Illustration] - - - STORY TELLING - - Then - my father tells us stories. - - Long stories - made up of many words. - - His words have power. - - They have strength. - - They seem to hold me. - - They seem to warm me. - - They seem to feed me. - - My father's words, - they comfort me. - - His words have power. - - My father tells - The Star Story. - - "When the world was being made, - being made." - - My father tells us, - "When the Gods were - placing stars, - the stars, - the stars in patterns - in the sky, - coyote stole the star bag." - - Coyote spilled the stars out - in the sky, - helter skelter in the sky, - when the world was being made. - - Softly - my father tells it, - the story of the stars. - - Outside, - the wind - and the night - push against - my mother's hogan door. - - Outside, - big flakes of snow - fall thickly, - fall softly, - fall steadily. - - Inside, - snow water drips - down the smoke hole - and the words of - my father's voice - drop softly - into the quiet - of my mother's hogan. - -[Illustration] - - - "IT-IS-TWISTED" - - The Star Story - made my mother think - of the string game, - "It-Is-Twisted." - - She said that the Spider People - gave it to us - to use in winter evenings. - - My mother showed us - how to make the game. - - She made - Twin-Stars and Many-Stars, - Big-Star and Horned-Star - with pieces of string. - -[Illustration] - - - PAWN - - Just now, - I heard myself saying, - "I want some bread." - - My father is not talking now. - - He is looking at me. - - My mother is looking at me. - - They do not know it was not I, - but this hunger pain inside me - that said those words, - "I want some bread." - - They do not know that, - and I do not know - how to tell them. - - My father sits still. - - He sits quietly. - - He is thinking. - - My mother looks down - at her hands - where they are resting - in the folds of her skirt. - - Outside, - the wind cries - the wind cries - to my thinking. - - Slowly - my father takes his concho belt - from about his waist. - - Slowly - his fingers touch the belt, - counting, - counting, - counting the conchos. - - Slowly - my mother takes her coral string - from about her neck. - - She looks at it. - - She looks at it. - - Slowly - she puts it back again - around her neck. - - Then - my mother - takes from her finger - her largest turquoise ring. - - My father puts his concho belt - upon the floor. - - My mother puts her turquoise ring - upon the floor. - - The concho belt - and the turquoise ring - make a splash of color - in the gray-lighted hogan. - - He will pawn them - because our food - is getting low. - - The concho belt - and the turquoise ring - are for pawn. - - They are for pawn. - - Pawn to the Trader - for food. - - Pawn to the Trader - that we may eat. - - Our hard goods, - our possessions - we give them - for salt - and for flour. - - They are for pawn. - - Who knows - when we can buy them back. - - The snow water drops - from the smoke hole - like tears. - - The wind cries. - - Quickly - my father sings - a funny song - to make laughter come - to my mother and me. - - - MORNING - - The wind lies still. - - It has not gone away - I know, - for I can feel it - lying there outside - hiding in the snow. - - The wind lies still - behind the snowdrifts, - but sometimes - it starts up - with a low cry, - then falls again to hide. - - Cold bends over the land. - - The white feathers of snow - fall slower and slower. - - My mother and my father - get up early. - - My mother will kill a sheep - so my father can eat - something - before he starts - for the Trading Post. - - My father waits - for my mother - to butcher the sheep - and to cook a piece - for his breakfast. - - Then my father finds his horse. - - He ties an empty flour sack - behind his saddle. - - He wraps his blanket about him - and leaning his body - against the storm - he rides to the Trading Post. - - My father rides - into the snow-filled world. - - His blanket and his horse - are the only colors - moving - through the white. - - Snow comes into my heart - filling it with cold - when I see - my father ride away. - -[Illustration] - - - SHOVELING SNOW - - For a little while - I sit in the hogan - thinking of my father - riding along the snowy trail - to the Trading Post. - - Snow stops falling. - Cold blows its blue breath - across the white. - - I help my mother shovel snow. - - We make a path to the sheep corral - and to my grandmother's hogan. - - The snow, so soft to feel, - is hard to shovel. - - The cold slaps at my face. - - It traps my hands and my feet - in icy feeling. - - My mother takes me - into the hogan. - - She rubs my face and hands - and my feet with snow. - - Soon - little hot pains - come to play - with my cold fingers - and my cold toes. - Soon the icy feeling goes away. - -[Illustration] - - - CAT'S CRADLES - - The day moves slowly. - - My father does not come back - along the trail. - - It is far to the Trading Post. - - The snow is deep. - - I think of my father - and his concho belt. - - I look at my mother's finger. - - One finger looks bare - without its turquoise ring. - - I pull my sleeve down - over my bracelet. - - Perhaps - I should have given it - to my father. - - My grandmother comes to see us. - - She brings a piece of bread - for me - and for my mother - to eat with our meat. - - She brings a piece of string. - - She shows me how - to make Cat's Cradles. - - She shows me how - to make "It-Is-Twisted." - - We make Bird's-Nest and Butterflies - and Coyotes-Running-Apart - with the piece of string. - -[Illustration] - - - FATHER COMES BACK - - We hear my father singing - as he rides along - the snowy trail. - - My grandmother goes to her hogan - and my mother and I, - we stand together, - laughing. - - We stand together - outside our door, - happy because - my father comes back again. - - Behind my father's saddle - is tied - the flour sack filled with food. - - It is not empty now, - but a sack - of bumps and bumps, - and heavy looking. - - In front of him - my father carries - a dry wood box - that the Trader gave him. - - My mother takes the sack of food. - - I take the dry wood box. - - My father takes the saddle - from his horse. - - We go into the hogan - with our bundles in our arms. - - My mother breaks the box - with her foot. - - She breaks the pieces across her knee. - - She feeds them to the fire. - - The dry wood box - makes the fire flame dance - in the hogan fire. - - My mother puts meat to cook. - - She mixes flour and water, - a little ball of lard, - a little pinch of salt - in our round tin bowl. - - She takes some out - and pats it flat, - and pats it round, - and pats it thin, - and throws it in - a kettle full of boiling fat. - - This hunger pain inside me - is bigger now than I am. - - It is the smell of cooking food - that makes it grow, I think. - - Soon the fried bread - in the hot fat - swells big and brown. - - Soon the meat - in the stew pot - makes bubbling noises. - - Coffee boils - smelling strong and good. - - The hunger pain - is now so big - I cannot understand - Why I do not see it. - -[Illustration] - - - SUPPER - - Now we are eating - the good food. - - We eat slowly. - - We eat a long time. - - The hunger pain is gone. - - It went somewhere, - but I do not know when, - it left so quickly. - - My father tells us - that the wife of Tall-Man's brother - suffers from something. - - She is sick. - - My father tells us - that tomorrow - there will be a Sing - for this woman - who has sickness. - - We will go, - he says, - if the sun shines tomorrow. - - We will go to the hogan - of the wife of Tall-Man's brother. - -[Illustration] - - - SLEEP - - Now that I am warm - and have no pain - and feel well fed - with my mother's good cooking, - I feel sleepy - and glad. - - Lying on my blanket bed - on the floor of the hogan, - I say to myself - over and over, - "If the sun shines tomorrow - we will go to the Sing." - -[Illustration] - - - MORNING SUN - - Last night went quickly - with sleeping. - - It is tomorrow - now. - - I open my eyes - to a beautiful world - of sun and snow. - - Everywhere I look - the snow shines - as if someone - had sprinkled it - with broken bits of stars. - - My father says, - "snow is good for the land. - - When the sun melts it - the thirsty sand - drinks in the snow water." - - Grass patches show again. - - They look fresh and clean. - - The goats hurry about - eating all they can. - - Even the sheep move - more quickly, - eating. - -[Illustration] - - - GOING TO THE SING - - My father goes for dry wood. - - He has to go to the foothills - to get it. - - My mother cooks bread and meat. - - I sit by the door in the sunshine - and think about the Sing. - - My grandmother comes - to my mother's hogan. - - She will look after the sheep - while we are gone to the Sing. - - The sun shines. - - The sun shines. - - Soon we will go - to the Sing, - the Sing. - - After awhile - my father comes back with - the wagon. - - He piles the wood near the hogan. - - He says he is ready - to go to the Sing - and we are ready, too. - - It is not far. - - Not long after - the sun has finished with the day - we will get there. - - We will get to the hogan - of the wife of Tall-Man's brother. - - We will be at the Sing, - the Sing, - the Sing. - - The ruts in the road - are deep - and frozen. - - The wheels of the wagon - have a song of their own. - - I sit in the back of the wagon - in a nest made of blankets. - - I listen to the song - of the rolling wagon wheels. - - My father sits on the wagon seat. - - He is driving his horses. - - My mother sits beside him. - - Straight and tall - my mother sits - on the wagon seat - beside my father. - - My father sings - as he drives along. - - He is happy. - - He sings, "Now is winter. - - Thunder sleeps. - - Falls the snow. - - Thunder sleeps. - - Grass is gone. - - Thunder sleeps. - - Birds are gone. - - Thunder sleeps. - - Warmth is gone from the sands, - from the red rocks, - from the canyons. - - Thunder sleeps. - - It sleeps." - - In my father's wagon - we go. - - Behind my father's horses - we go. - - On the trail of the Holy Songs - we go - to hear the voices of the Gods. - -[Illustration] - - - THE SING - - It will be a long time - before the night sky bends down - and the stars hang low - and the supper fires - of the camping people - dot the night. - - Our wagon - comes within the circles - of supper fires, - comes within the circle - of firelight, - and I see all the People - who have come to the Sing. - - There are many People here. - - There are many horses here. - - There are many wagons here. - - There is one truck. - - It makes me happy to see - all of the People - walking around - and standing and sitting. - - It makes me happy to see - all the colors that there are - in the skirts of the women - in the shirts of the men - and in the blankets - that all the People wear. - - I can see - the horses, - all the horses. - - I can see a race horse - that belongs to a man - my uncle knows. - - After the Sing is over, - the men will race their horses. - - My father will bet - which horse will win. - - And then - perhaps - he will win - a better concho belt - than the one - he has in pawn - to the Trader. - - There is a new hogan - built just for the Sing. - - There are some shelters - built just for the Sing, - and at one side - is the Cook Shade - where all kinds of foods - are cooking. - - The smell of food - makes me happy. - - I think - it is good - to be happy - when food is near. - - As it gets darker - more fires are lighted - and within the circle - a big one burns. - - Smoke gets in my eyes - and I can taste it - in my mouth. - - In the folds of my mother's blanket, - in the warmth of my - mother's blanket, - in the quiet of my - mother's blanket, - close to her heart - I sleep - and awaken - to hear the Gods, - the Singers of Songs. - - Now is the time - for the singing. - - Now is the time - for the songs. - - We go, - we go, - on the Holy Trail of Song. - - We go, - we go, - to hear the voices of the Gods. - - They say, - on the path of the rainbow, - they say, - on the bridge of the lightening, - they say - on the trail of pollen - went the Elder Brother, - Reared-in-the-Mountains, - Young Man, - Chief. - - We go to hear them say it. - - Look! Look! - they say, - they say, - the Gods are walking. - - The Gods are walking. - - Follow the trail of song. - - Hu-Hu-Hu-Hu. - - Look! Look! - they say, - they say, - the Gods are dancing. - - The Gods are dancing. - - Follow the trail of song. - - Hu-Hu-Hu-Hu. - - Look! Look! - they say, - they say, - the Gods are singing. - - The Gods are singing. - - Follow the trail of song. - - Hu-Hu-Hu-Hu. - - It is finished. - - The Sing is finished. - - Dawn light is here. - - Gray light is here. - - Morning is here. - - Day is here. - - The sun comes again - to warm the world. - - The Sing is finished. - - It is finished. - - Finished. - -[Illustration] - - - THE BETTING - - The men go for horses - that have walked away - to find grass to eat. - - The women put blankets - and food in the wagons. - - My uncle tells my father - to wait awhile - because - my uncle says - he knows a man - who has a horse - that can win a race. - - All the men stand around. - They talk together - about this horse. - - My father gets the things - out of the wagon - that my mother has put in it. - - He is going to bet them - on this horse - that my uncle says - can win a race. - - The Trader comes. - - He does not like the horse - my uncle knows. - - He puts up a hundred dollars - against the horse. - - All the Indian men - take off their concho belts - and rings and turquoise - and bowguards and blankets. - - They throw them on the ground - to make a pile of things - as much as a hundred dollars. - - They say, - "We will run - to that place - and back." - - They mount their horses. - - They line them up. - - One man stands by - the pool of things - that are being bet - against the hundred dollars. - - With another man - my father bets his bowguard - against a concho belt - on that horse - my uncle knows. - - The men choose a flat place - to run the race. - -[Illustration] - - - THE RACE - - The starter takes his hat off. - He lifts it up. - He lifts it up. - He holds it there. - He drops it. - They are off. - They are off. - They are running together. - No horse is in front. - No horse is behind. - They are together. - Together. - Running, running. - - The black one that the Trader likes - stretches out, - running, - running, - gets in front, - running, - running. - - Sand flies. - - People shout. - - The People shout. - - Now comes the horse - my uncle knows. - - There he is, - there he is, - in front, - in front, - away in front. - - He has won the race. - - The horse my uncle knows - has won the race. - - The horses come back. - - They are sweating. - - Their sides go in and out - just like my blouse - goes in and out. - - We are tired, - the horses and I are tired. - - It takes some running - to win a race. - -[Illustration] - - - GOING HOME - - The horse race is finished. - - My father has a concho belt - and money in his pocket. - - Now we go back - on the home trail. - - Back to the hogan. - - Back to the sheep. - - Everything is finished. - - We have listened - to the Holy Songs. - - We have walked - on the Holy Trail. - - It is finished. - - Our hearts are good. - - All around us is good. - - We ride along - on the home trail. - - It is finished. - - - - - IN SPRING - - -[Illustration] - - - - - IN SPRING - - - Page - Morning 73 - - The Hogan 74 - - Breakfast 75 - - Possessions 76 - - Sheep Corral 78 - - The Puppy 79 - - The Waterhole 80 - - The Field 81 - - Little Lambs 82 - - Herding 83 - - Little Bells 85 - - Lambs In the Snow 86 - - The Wind 88 - - Noon 90 - - Thinking 91 - - Old Grandfather Goat 92 - - Baby Goats 93 - - Afternoon 94 - - Sunset 95 - - Greedy Goat 96 - - Beautiful Mountain 97 - - Meetings 98 - - Going Home 100 - - Night 101 - -[Illustration] - - - MORNING - - This morning, - when I crawled - from under my blanket, - when I stood - before my mother's hogan door, - outside looked - as if it had been crying. - - The sky was hanging heavy - with gray tears. - - I stood at the door - of my mother's hogan - and looked out - at the gray, sad morning. - - My father came. - - He stood beside us. - - He spoke - in a happy way - to me - and to my mother. - - Then the gray tears - on the sky's face - melted. - - The clouds pushed away - and the sun - smiled through them. - - Now it is gray again, - but I cannot forget - that when my father spoke - the sun came - and looked down - upon us. - -[Illustration] - - - THE HOGAN - - My mother's hogan is dry - against the gray mists - of morning. - - My mother's hogan is warm - against the gray cold - of morning. - - I sit in the middle - of its rounded walls, - walls that my father built - of juniper and good earth. - - Walls that my father blessed - with song and corn pollen. - - Here in the middle - of my mother's hogan - I sit - because I am happy. - -[Illustration] - - - BREAKFAST - - On the fire - in the middle of her hogan - my mother cooks food. - - My mother - makes fried bread - and coffee, - and she cooks mutton ribs - over the coals. - - My father - and I - and my mother, - we sit on the floor - together, - and we eat - the good food - that my mother - has cooked for us. - -[Illustration] - - - POSSESSIONS - - We have many things. - - My mother - has many sheep - and goats - and her hogan - and the things - of the hogan - and me. - - My father - has many horses. - - On his land - he has many horses. - - He has a wagon - near the horse corral. - - Inside my mother's hogan - my father keeps his gun, - and outside - he hangs his sheepskin - and his saddle - and his blanket. - - And I - have my mother - and my father, - three baby lambs - and a cat - with a long tail. - - I have a tree - that I know. - - It is a little tree. - - It is a crooked tree - on the top of a hill. - - It knows me, too, - I think, - because it bends down low - to let me climb it - to hide away. - - Behind my mother's hogan - is Beautiful Mountain. - - It is mine, - I know, - because always - it is looking at me - to make me happy. - - We have many things. - - All of us - have many things. - - One day - my father told me - that all The People - had possessions. - - He said, - "Sheep and horses - for the men and the women - and land for all. - - That is enough." - - My father said this. - - But I think - there should be more - than sheep and horses - and land for all. - - There should be little girls - for little girls to play with. - - That would be enough, - I think. - -[Illustration] - - - SHEEP CORRAL - - Near my mother's hogan - is the sheep corral, - a hard packed place - fenced with poles. - - There is a tree - for shade. - - There is a shelter - for lambs - in the sheep corral. - - The sheep stand together - in their corral. - - They stand close - to each other. - - I think - sheep like to know - that they are many. - - Sometimes - I think that way. - - I think - that there are many children - all around me, - all about me. - - When I am herding - and I cannot see my mother, - it is good - to play - that many children - stand together with me, - and that all outside - is my corral. - -[Illustration] - - - THE PUPPY - - Far from the hogan - in a dry sand wash - I found the gray dog - and a new baby puppy - gray with black spots. - - Poor little puppy, - it crawled to me - crying. - - Thin little baby, - its pink cold nose - found my hand. - - Soft baby puppy, - it was so little - it made me feel gentle - and strong - like my mother. - - When I picked it up, - the gray mother dog - did not growl. - - She was glad for me - to want her puppy. - - She thumped her tail. - - Listen, - you gray pup with black spots, - I will teach you - to watch the sheep - so that always - there will be a place for you - in our hogan. - -[Illustration] - - - THE WATERHOLE - - The waterhole hides away - behind the red rocks, - but my sheep - know where to find it. - - Their little feet - have made a deep trail - from the corral - to the waterhole. - -[Illustration] - - - THE FIELD - - In a little delta - of seepage water - near the waterhole - is a small place - that my father has fenced - to make a home - for the corn, - for the squash - and the melons. - - It is too cold now, - but soon, - when the snow melts - and hides away in the warm sand, - my father will go to his field. - - There he will make - the soil ready for planting. - - He will break through - the hard crust of winter - and turn up toward the sun - little lumps of fresh earth. - - I like to go with my father - to his field - because - I like the feel and the smell - of new earth - when it first sees the sun. - - I want my father to take me - with him - when he goes to plant the corn - because - I forget - how he does it. - -[Illustration] - - - LITTLE LAMBS - - The little lambs are born. - - Near the waterhole - my mother makes shelters - of green boughs - for the mother sheep. - - There - in the shelters - the little lambs are born. - - The green boughs - stand close together, - they do not let the snow - nor the wind - nor the sand - come in - to hurt the lambs. - - Soon the lambs - will be big enough - to play with me. - -[Illustration] - - - HERDING - - All day I herd - my mother's sheep. - - The sheep and I, - we have a way of going - that is always the same. - - From the corral we go - to the waterhole - and through the arroyo - to the sagebrush - then back again. - - Outside is round - like the sheep corral. - - Outside is round - like my mother's hogan, - but it is bigger. - - Outside is big, - big, - so big. - - Sometimes - when I am alone - with my mother's sheep, - I am afraid. - - I cannot say - with words - the things - that make me afraid - because I do not know - what they are. - - But sometimes - outside is so still - and big - and empty - and I am so little. - - The red rocks - are so high - and Beautiful Mountain - behind my mother's hogan - seems far away. - - Nothing walks with me, - but the sheep, - just the sheep, - and I am so little - walking along - in the big outside. - - I am so little, - I am afraid. - - And then - near by - I see my mother - at her hogan door. - - The red rocks - seem to bend down - to look at me - in a good way - and Beautiful Mountain - comes closer. - - All things are good again - because - my mother is near me. - - I am not afraid. - - Today is cold. - - There is wind - and snow - and sand - and always wind. - - I take the sheep - to the waterhole - and the wind goes with us. - -[Illustration] - - - LITTLE BELLS - - I have little bells - on my belt fringe. - - Little bells, - silver bells, - hanging on my belt fringe. - - My mother has a tin can - filled with stones. - - She rattles it - to tell the sheep - to hurry. - - But I have little bells - tied to my belt fringe. - - When I run - the little bells laugh - and say to the sheep, - "Hurry, - hurry." - -[Illustration] - - - LAMBS IN THE SNOW - - Today - the cold comes - in gray clouds - of blowing snow. - - The little lambs - stand close to their mothers. - - They think - the cold has come to stay. - - Yesterday the sky was blue - and the sun warmed the land. - - The lambs do not know - that sometimes - cold days make mistakes - and come again - after they should have gone away. - - They do not know - that tomorrow will be warm again. - - They have not been here - long enough - to know these things - and their mothers - have not told them. - - My mother - is watching the lambs. - - She will not let them - get too cold. - - My father says, - "Next year - I will try the white-man's way - of breeding the sheep. - - Then the lambs - will be born later, - when summer has come to stay." - - My mother says, "Yes, - next year - we will try that way." - -[Illustration] - - - THE WIND - - There are many things - about the wind - that I do not know. - - I have not seen the wind, - and no one has told me - where the wind lives, - or where it is going - when I hear it - and when I feel it - rushing by. - - And something more - I do not know about the wind. - - I do not know if it is angry - or if it is playing - and just doing the things it does - for fun. - - Sometimes - the wind gathers the sand - into whirlwinds - and makes them dance - over the flat lands - until they are tired - and lie down - to get their breath. - - Sometimes - the wind bends the wild grass - down to the ground, - and makes the sagebrush - bow its head - as if a giant moccasin - had stepped on them - in passing. - - Today the wind makes the - tumbleweeds - look like sheep - jumping off high banks - and racing up arroyos - with no dog to guard them, - with no herder to guide them. - - Poor tumbleweeds are frightened - because - they do not know where to go. - - I want someone to tell me - if the wind is angry - or if it is playing with me - and racing with me - and my many skirts - across the sand. - - When the wind blows - my long skirts, - my many skirts - are in a hurry - to get to the hogan - where the wind - cannot push them. - - They pull me along - when I am walking - and my feet - have a hard time - to keep up - with my skirts. - -[Illustration] - - - NOON - - Now it is middle-time of day. - - The sheep stand still. - - The shadows sit under the trees. - - Everything is resting, - the sun - and the sheep - and the shadows. - - I, too, rest. - - And I look at Beautiful Mountain - behind my mother's hogan. - - I am thinking about something. - -[Illustration] - - - THINKING - - Earth, - they are saying - that you are tired. - - They are saying - that for too long - you have given life - to the sheep - and The People. - - I am only little. - - I cannot do big things, - but I can do this for you. - - I can take my sheep - to new pastures. - - I can take them - the long way - around the arroyos, - not through them, - when we go to the waterhole. - - This way - their little feet, - their sharp pointed feet, - will not make the cuts - across your face - grow deeper. - - This way - the worn pastures - can sleep a little - and grow new grass again. - - I can do this - to heal your cuts, - to make you - not so tired. - - Earth, my mother, - do you understand? - -[Illustration] - - - OLD GRANDFATHER GOAT - - Grandfather Goat - stands on the hilltop, - shaking his whiskers, - chewing something - and looking wise. - - Sometimes - when I ask him things - he looks at me - as if he knew. - - Perhaps he does. - -[Illustration] - - - BABY GOATS - - Baby goats - always are playing, - climbing up - and jumping down. - - This small one - always stands - on the top of the storehouse. - - He knows - there are things to eat inside, - I think. - -[Illustration] - - - AFTERNOON - - Afternoon is long. - - The sun goes slowly - across the sky. - - The sheep walk slowly, - feeding. - - I see them against the sky - in a long, slow line. - - I whisper to the wind - to blow the sun - and the sheep - a little - to make them hurry. - - But it blows - only the clouds - and the sand - and me. - -[Illustration] - - - SUNSET - - Just now - I watched the sun going. - - It took a long time - to say goodbye. - - I think it knew - that the land - and the things - of the land - were sorry - it had to go. - - It said goodbye - in such a good way. - - Just for a little time - it made the sky - and the rocks - and the sand - like itself - to let them know - how it feels - to be sun. - - Then it went away - and all things - were still - because the sun had gone. - -[Illustration] - - - GREEDY GOAT - - The sheep know - that the day is over, - but Grandfather Goat - stays behind - to push his whiskers - high up in a tree - for one last bite. - - Old Greedy - Grandfather Goat. - -[Illustration] - - - BEAUTIFUL MOUNTAIN - - Beautiful Mountain - looks so blue - and so cold - and so lonely - now that the sun - and the sheep - and I - are going. - - If it were nearer to me - and small, - I could bring it - into my mother's hogan - under my blanket. - - Then I need not leave - Beautiful Mountain - out there by itself - in the night. - -[Illustration] - - - MEETINGS - - For a long time - there have been meetings - of many men - for many days. - - At the meetings - there is talking, - talking, - talking. - - Some this way. - - Some that way. - - In the morning - when my father - leaves for meeting - he says to us, - "When I come here again - then I will know - if it is best - to have many sheep - or few sheep, - to use the land - or let it sleep." - - But - when my father - comes home from meeting - he does not know - which talking-way to follow. - - Tonight - when my father - came home from meeting - he just sat, looking - and looking. - - My mother gave him coffee - and bread and mutton, - but my father just sat, - looking. - - Then my mother - spoke to me. - - She said, - "A meeting is like rain. - - When there is little talk, - now and then, - here and there, - it is good. - - It makes thoughts grow - as little rains make corn grow. - - But big talk, too much, - is like a flood - taking things of long standing - before it." - - My mother - said this to me, - but I think - she wanted my father - to hear it. - -[Illustration] - - - GOING HOME - - After the sun has gone, - my mother's sheep - and I, - we walk together, slowly, - to my mother's hogan - and the corral. - - Most all the day - my mother - from her hogan door - has watched me - and the sheep - to see - that no harm came to us. - - And now - my mother comes to meet us. - - She comes to welcome us - as if we had been gone - a long way, - a long time. - - Sometimes - my father's singing - comes to meet us - across the sandwash. - - It comes to meet us - to sing us home. - - Sometimes, - the smoke - from the supper fire - comes to meet us - across the dark blue - of the night sky. - - For me the hogan is waiting - and the corral - waits for the sheep. - -[Illustration] - - - NIGHT - - Night is outside - in his black blanket. - - I hear him - talking with the wind. - - I do not know him. - - He is outside. - - I am here - in my mother's hogan - warm in my sheepskin - close to my mother. - - The things I know - are around me - like a blanket, - keeping me safe - from those things - which are strange. - - Keeping me safe. - -[Illustration] - - - - - IN SUMMER - - -[Illustration] - - - - - IN SUMMER - - - Page - - Today 105 - - Packing 106 - - Goodbye To My Hogan 107 - - Goodbye 108 - - Ready To Go 109 - - Goodbye Gray Cat 110 - - Across the Sand 111 - - Goodbye To Grandmother 112 - - Riding 113 - - Noon in the Sagebrush 114 - - Night Camp 115 - - Up the Trail 116 - - Summer Range 117 - - The Lake 118 - - Shelter 119 - - The Sheep Corral 120 - - Dawn 121 - - Morning Prayer 123 - - The Sheep 124 - - The Goats 126 - - Herding 127 - - Noon on the Mesa 130 - - Afternoon 131 - - Playmates 132 - - Possessions 134 - - Storm 135 - - Lightning 136 - - Fire 137 - - Rain 138 - - Evening 139 - - Supper 141 - - Talking 143 - - Sheep Dipping 145 - - Bedtime 146 - - The Star Song 147 - - The Artist 149 - - - TODAY - - Today - we leave my mother's hogan - my mother's winter hogan. - - We leave the shelter of its - rounded walls. - - We leave its friendly center fire. - - We drive our sheep to the mountains. - - For the sheep, - there is grass and shade - and water, - flowing water - and water standing still, - in the mountains. - - There is no wind. - - There is no sand - up there. - -[Illustration] - - - PACKING - - My mother's possessions - we tie on the pack horses, - her loom parts - and her wool yarns, - her cooking pots, - her blanket - and my blanket - and the water jug, - white sacks filled with food, - cans of food, - cornmeal and wheat flour, - coffee and sugar. - - My mother's possessions, - we tie them all on the - pack horses. - - The packs must be steady. - - The ropes must be tight. - - The knots must be strong. - - I cannot pack the horses, - I am too little, - but I can bring the possessions - to my father and my uncle. - - I am big enough for that. - - - GOODBYE TO MY HOGAN - - My mother's hogan, - I feel safe - with your rounded walls - about me. - - But now I must leave you. - I must leave your fire - and your door. - - The sheep need me. - - I must go with them - to a place they know, - but that is strange to me. - - I put my moccasins, - my precious moccasins, - by your fireplace, my hogan, - so you will not be lonely - while I am gone. - - - GOODBYE - - Land - around my mother's hogan - and sheep trail - and arroyo - and waterhole, - sleep in the sun - this summer. - - Rest well - for my sheep - will not be here - to deepen the trail and arroyo - with their little sharp feet. - - They will not be here - to eat the short grass, - to drink the stored water. - - Sleep, - rest well, - and be ready for our return. - -[Illustration] - - - READY TO GO - - My mother scatters the ashes - from her cooking fire. - - She sweeps the hogan floor - with her rabbit-brush broom. - - My father lays the bough - across the door - to show that we have gone. - - The dogs bark. - - They run around the sheep corral - telling the sheep - we are ready to go. - - The young corn in the field - hangs its tasseled heads. - - Young corn, - my grandmother is staying - at home. - - She will take care of you. - - My father mounts his horse. - - He drives the pack horses before him. - - My uncle mounts his horse. - - They ride away together, - singing, - across the empty sand. - -[Illustration] - - - GOODBYE GRAY CAT - - Gray Cat, - I am telling you goodbye. - - Today I go to the mountains. - - I take my sheep to summer range, - but you, Gray Cat, - you have no sheep - so you must stay at home. - - Stay here with my grandmother, - Gray Cat. - - She will feed you. - - Goodbye, Goodbye. - -[Illustration] - - - ACROSS THE SAND - - My mother lets down the bars - of the sheep corral. - - The flock crowds around her. - - The goats look at me. - - I think they are saying, - "We know where we are going." - - The little lambs - walk close by their mothers. - - They are like me, - they do not know - if they will like this place - where we are going. - - My mother and I, - we drive our sheep - across the sand. - - My grandmother - stands at her door - looking after us. - - - GOODBYE TO GRANDMOTHER - - My grandmother, - my little grandmother, - now I am leaving you. - - Last year I was too small - to go to the mountains. - - I stayed with you, - but this year I am big, - I am almost tall - so I must help drive the sheep - to summer range. - - My grandmother, - my little grandmother, - do not be lonely. - - I will come back again. - -[Illustration] - - - RIDING - - Riding, - riding, - riding on my horse - to herd the sheep - across the yellow sand. - - Yellow sand is around me. - - Yellow sun is above me. - - I ride in the middle - of a sand and sun filled world. - - Riding, - riding, - riding on my horse - to herd the sheep - across the yellow sand. - - Sun heat - and sheep smell - and sand dust - wrap around me - like a blanket - as I ride through the sand - with my sheep. - -[Illustration] - - - NOON IN THE SAGEBRUSH - - At noon - we reach the sagebrush flats. - - Gray-green sagebrush scents the air. - - Gray-green sagebrush softens - the yellows of the land. - - My mother makes a little fire - no bigger than her coffee pot. - - Food is good - and rest is good - at noon - in the sagebrush. - -[Illustration] - - - NIGHT CAMP - - At night we make camp - in the juniper covered hills. - - My father is waiting for us there. - - The moon looks down - on the restless sheep - on the hobbled horses. - - The moon looks down - on a shooting star. - - But I am too tired - to look at anything. - - I sleep. - -[Illustration] - - - UP THE TRAIL - - Morning sunrise sees us climbing - up and up - on the mountain trail. - - There are pine trees - standing straight and tall. - - Brown pine needles - and green grass - cover the ground. - - Shadows play with the sunlight. - - There is no yellow sand. - - The sheep hurry upward, - climbing and pushing - in the narrow trail. - - I ride after the sheep. - - My horse breathes fast. - - His feet stumble - in the narrow trail. - - All day long - the sheep climb upward. - - They want to eat - and I am hungry, too, - but my mother says, - "No." - - All day long we ride - to herd the sheep. - - Night is almost with us - when we reach the top. - - - SUMMER RANGE - - Summer range in the mountains - is on a high mesa, - a steep, high mesa, - a flat-topped mesa, - with tall growing pine trees, - with short growing green grass, - with little, winding rivers - and rain filled lakes. - - This is summer range for our sheep. - -[Illustration] - - - THE LAKE - - Between the trees - I see water standing - in a bowl of green rushes. - - The water is quiet. - - It is still - and blue - and cold. - - It is a lake - with land all around it. - - It is a lake. - - The sheep drink - long and steadily. - - They stand in the shallow water - at the edges of the lake. - - Their little pointed feet - dig deep into the mud - of the lake banks. - - I see colored fish - beneath the water - swimming in a rainbow line. - - I throw stones into the lake. - - The water pushes back in circles - to take the stones. - - The dogs swim far out - into the cold waters. - - They are thirsty and hot. - - I have never seen a lake before. - - Gentle rain pools I have seen - and angry flood waters, - but never before - a still, blue lake. - - It is beautiful. - - A lake is beautiful. - -[Illustration] - - - SHELTER - - Beneath the trees - I see our summer shelter. - - My father and my uncle - have made a shade - to shelter us from night rains - and from the cold - of near-by snow peaks. - - They have made us a shade - of cottonwood boughs - and juniper bark. - - It has the clean smell - that trees give. - -[Illustration] - - - THE SHEEP CORRAL - - My father and my uncle - made a sheep corral - while they were waiting - for the sheep and for us - to come up the trail. - - They made the sheep corral - of branches, - a circle of branches, - a circle of dark colored boughs. - - The sheep stay safe - in their corral tonight - and I sleep - beneath the cottonwood shade. - -[Illustration] - - - DAWN - - This morning - when I opened my eyes from - sleeping I could not remember - what place this is. - - I thought I was in - my mother's winter hogan. - - Now I remember. - - This is summer camp. - - Tall trees stretch above me. - - In the darkness - they look blacker than the night. - - As I lie here, - safe and warm beneath - my blanket, - all around me turns to gray mist, - all around me turns to silver. - - Darkness is gone, - but it made no sound. - - It left no footprints. - - The world is still asleep. - - Through the pine trees - day comes up - light comes up. - - In the pine trees - bird wings are stirring, - bird songs are stirring. - - I hear them. - - I hear them. - - The grass beside my blanket - is wet with night rain. - - Morning mist is on the leaves - and in my hair. - - I put one toe out, - one brown toe out. - - It is hard to get up - when it is cold. - - Blue smoke from my mother's fire - curls upward in a thin blue line. - - The sheep move inside their corral. - - I come out from under my blanket, - from under my warm blanket. - - Like the other things around me, - I come out - to greet the day. - - - MORNING PRAYER - - Silent and still - my father stands - before our summer shelter. - - He is thinking a prayer - to the Holy Ones, - asking them - this day - to keep our feet - on the trail of Beauty. - - Filling the silence - of my father's prayer - I hear the bluebird's song. - -[Illustration] - - - THE SHEEP - - The poor sheep are cold. - - Their winter wool was cut off - last week - at shearing time. - - When early summer painted - flowers on the desert - with bunches of new grass, - when snow water melted - and softened the hard earth, - when Sun-Bearer smiled - on the sheep and the people. - - Then my mother said, - "Now, - it is shearing time." - - My mother said that last week. - - Last week it was shearing time. - - Last week - at shearing time, - my mother caught her sheep. - - One by one she caught them. - - She tied their feet together - and with her shears - she clipped their wool. - - My mother's hands were sure. - - She cut the wool but once - from underneath. - - She did not fumble, - cutting it here and there - into short pieces. - - She cut the wool but once. - - Her hands were sure. - - My mother's hands were strong. - - She pulled the wool back. - - She folded it back - to come off in one piece. - - My mother's hands were strong. - - The sheep lay still - beneath her gentle fingers. - - Trusting my mother's hands, - the sheep lay still. - - But now - the poor sheep are cold. - - They stand in their corral - this morning - and shiver - and bleat - and call loudly - for the sun - and for me - to come. - -[Illustration] - - - THE GOATS - - Goats lead the sheep. - - They go first into everything. - - That is their way. - - They are not afraid. - - My uncle says in the English, - "Goats are tough." - - Goats eat the grass too far down. - - They eat the trees too far up. - - That is their way. - - They do not care. - - My uncle says in the English, - "Goats are tough." - - Goats, more than sheep, - get into my mother's stew pot. - - Their meat is good, - but it takes chewing, - too much chewing. - - I say with my uncle, - "Goats are tough." - -[Illustration] - - - HERDING - - After we have eaten our morning food, - my father and my uncle - ride down the steep trail - to the Trading Post. - - My mother kneels beside her loom - before the cottonwood shade. - - I see the sun on my mother's - brown hands. - - I see the sun on my mother's - black hair. - - I give my mother a long look, - then I turn my back. - - I walk to the sheep corral. - - My feet are brown. - - My feet are bare. - - The wet grass parts - to make a way - to let me pass. - - I walk to the sheep corral. - - My skirts are long. - - My skirts are many. - - The flowers move back - to make a way - to let me pass. - - I walk to the sheep corral. - - I let down the bars. - - The sheep go first - and I follow. - - The sheep walk slowly - for they like to eat - the short sweet grass - under the trees. - - I walk slowly - for I am lonely. - - Things here are strange. - - I am afraid. - - I know that my mother sits - before our shelter - weaving a blanket at her loom. - - I know she is near me, - but I cannot see her. - - I can see only tall trees - and bits of sky. - - I am a child of the yellow sand. - - Mesa top and pine trees, - green grass and colored flowers - are strange to me. - - Unknown things live here. - - I am afraid. - - I creep to the edge of the mesa - while my sheep are feeding. - - Far, far below me - is the world I know, - the yellow world - of sand and wind - and sand. - - Far below - I see sheep walking, - someone's sheep walking, - in a dust cloud - of their own making. - - Far below - I see a sand whirl - made by an angry wind - fighting the land. - - Far below - I see the heat haze, - colored heat haze - blanketing the desert. - - I see these things - through tears - for they are the things - I know. - - I am lonely without them. - - Here on top of the mesa - is a strange world - of shadows and water - and grass for the sheep. - - Grass for the sheep, - I had forgotten that. - - Grass for the sheep - to give them life, - to make them strong. - - Here on top of the mesa - there is grass for our sheep. - - Surely the gods are good - who live here. - - The sheep drink slowly. - - Shadows sleep. - - The quiet of the mesa - pushes against me. - - I can feel it, heavy, heavy, - it pushes against me. - - Surely, the gods who live here - are known to me. - - The words of the Holy Song - are known to me. - - "On top of the mountain - are found the gods." - - These are the words - of the Holy Song. - - - NOON ON THE MESA - - Day grows long - and bright with sunlight. - - The sheep eat their way - to the rain lakes - under the willows. - - Little rivers run through the tall grass - and hide away in the rushes. - - I see a line of scattered clouds - across the sky. - - Sun-Bearer rests - on his way - to the House of Turquoise Woman - in the Western Waters. - - It is the middle-time of day. - - - AFTERNOON - - Lying on my back - under the willows - I can see an eagle flying - far above - in great circles - against the blue. - - I feel - and see - and listen, - but I do not talk. - - There is no one to hear me. - - There is no one to play with me, - only the lambs and the baby goats - and they like each other - better than me, - I think. - - I am alone. - -[Illustration] - - - PLAYMATES - - But look!! - - There are butterflies, - small white butterflies - above the flower plants - of purple iris. - - I sit among the iris. - - I hear the whispering - of white wings flying. - - I think they like my velvet blouse. - - I think they like my long black hair - because they come to me - and to the purple iris, - those small white butterflies. - - A little fat chipmunk - in a brown striped blanket - comes close to me. - - He sits on his feet. - - He holds his hands out. - - He wrinkles his nose and looks at me. - - I give him bread. - - He holds it in his hands - and with little quick bites - stores it away - in his fat brown cheeks. - - Funny little chipmunk - in his brown striped blanket - with storerooms in his face! - - Gray squirrels with bushy tails - run up and down the trees. - - They chatter to me. - - They make me laugh. - - I pull my skirts around me - and follow the squirrels. - - Now I know where they live. - - Now I know where I can find - piñon nuts this autumn. - - I feel the warmth - of Sun-Bearer's shield - against my back. - - And on my face - I feel cool fingers - of rain-cloud shadows. - - With my hands on the warm earth - beside me, - almost, - I can feel things growing. - - Why did I think - I was alone? - -[Illustration] - - - POSSESSIONS - - I am making a song - to sing to myself. - - It is about my possessions. - - I have a woven hair tie. - - I have a woven belt. - - My mother made them for me. - - My mother gave them to me. - - They are my possessions. - - I have silver rings on my fingers. - - I have silver bracelets on my arms. - - My father made them for me. - - My father gave them to me. - - They are my possessions. - - Soft things - and hard things - I have for my possessions. - - A song, - a song, - I am singing a song about them. - -[Illustration] - - - STORM - - A storm wind comes to stop my song. - - It comes through the trees - with the strength of anger. - - It sways me forward. - - It sways me backward. - - It turns me when I am walking. - - Black clouds gather - to blanket the thunder. - - Zig-zag lightning - cuts the clouds in two. - - My sheep crowd near me. - - With soft words I speak to them. - I tell them - not to be afraid - for I am here. - - - LIGHTNING - - Lightning darts - like an arrow, - an arrow of fire, - from an unseen bow. - - It darts in flame - from the gray sky - to the gray earth. - - It strikes a tree. - - Lightning strikes a tree. - - My sheep, - my sheep, - I must save my sheep - from this evil around them. - - I must save them, - my sheep, - my poor frightened sheep. - - - FIRE - - Fire runs up the tall tree trunk - and into the branches. - - The tree is on fire. - - The tree is aflame. - - It blazes. - - It crackles. - - It burns. - - The sheep look to me to protect them. - - My poor frightened sheep, - I do not know which way - to take them. - -[Illustration] - - - RAIN - - But wait! - - The sky is opening. - - Rain comes through. - - Male rain comes through, - comes down in sheets of water, - pours down in sheets of water - drenching the flames - of the burning tree. - - My mother comes running - between the trees. - - She is frightened for the sheep - and for me. - - I tell her - all things are good. - - Lightning did not touch the sheep. - - Male rain saved the trees from fire. - - Male rain saved us from forest fire. - - Now male rain has gone - down into the valley. - - Female rain follows - with soft footsteps. - - Flowers turn upward - - Leaves turn upward - lifting their hands - to catch the gentle rain. - - It is good. - - The rain is good. - - I open my hands - to catch the gentle rain. - -[Illustration] - - - EVENING - - Sun-Bearer parts the clouds - and looks down on the rain. - - He turns each raindrop - into a silver bead. - - He turns each rainstreak - into a silver necklace. - - He makes a rainbow path - for the gods - across the sky. - - I go among the sheep, - the huddled, wet sheep. - - I sing to them. - - I sing to the sheep, - a song, a song, - a song about my possessions, - my ceremonial goods. - - I have a little buckskin bag - filled with things, - with things. - - My grandfather filled it for me. - - My grandfather gave it to me. - - Wherever I go - I carry my little buckskin bag - to keep me safe, - to keep my feet - on the Trail of Beauty. - - A song, - a song, - I am singing a song - to my sheep. - - Just now on the home trail, - a young deer, - a beautiful young deer, - stood in the bushes - and looked at me. - - His eyes were big and dark - and full of questions. - - A song, - a song, - I am singing a song - on the home trail. - - I have a necklace of - turquoise and coral. - - I have a necklace of - white shell and coral. - - My grandmother traded for them. - - My grandmother gave them to me. - - They are possessions. - - I have turquoise in my ears, - silver bells on my belt fringe. - - My uncle made them for me. - - My uncle gave them to me. - - They are my possessions. - - A song, - a song, - I am singing a song - to my sheep. - - My father has five kinds - of possessions. - - He has hard goods - and soft goods, - ceremonial goods - and land - and game. - - But I am little. - - I do not have five kinds. - - I have three. - - I made a song about them - to sing the sheep home. - - At last we reach the home camp. - - The sheep are safe in their corral. - - I am safe with my mother. - - Summer shade is at my back. - - In front of me is my mother's fire. - - I am dry and warm. - - Good food is cooking. - - My mother sings, - and all around me - there is beauty. - -[Illustration] - - - SUPPER - - My father and my uncle - ride up from the Trading Post, - the Red Rock Trading Post - down near the winter hogan. - - Long before I heard them - I could feel them coming. - - Long before I saw them - I could hear them singing. - - Now they ride into the firelight, - my father and my uncle. - - My father brought salt - and baking powder - and lard - for my mother - from the Trading Post. - - He brought candy - for me. - - My father brought news, - much news. - - Things he had seen, - things that were told to him - at the Trading Post. - - He brought them back - for us to hear. - - Then we washed our hands. - - We sat away from the fire. - - My mother placed the evening food - before us. - - When we had eaten - my father gave thanks - to the Holy Ones. - - We washed our hands again. - - My uncle put new wood upon the fire. - - Then the best part of the day began. - - My father and my uncle talked. - -[Illustration] - - - TALKING - - My father said - in ten days - would be the time - for dipping the sheep. - - He and my uncle - would help my mother and me - drive the sheep to the dipping. - - Sheep must be dipped - in medicine-water. - - There is no pollen. - - There is no Holy Song. - - There is no Trail of Beauty - in this medicine water. - - But my father says - it is good for the sheep. - - Sheep get lice - hidden in their thick wool. - - Lice make the sheep unhappy. - - Lice make the sheep bite their wool. - - Lice are bad for sheep. - - Dipping the sheep - in medicine-water - kills the lice. - - Ticks are bad for sheep. - - Ticks live - on the sheep's good blood. - - Ticks make the sheep thin - and weak. - - If the sheep are robbed - of their good blood - they cannot stand - the cold of winter. - - They cannot stand - the heat of summer. - - They sicken. - - Their wool is not good. - - Dipping the sheep - in medicine-water - kills the lice and the ticks. - - It is good for the sheep. - - My mother does not like dipping - because she does not understand - why the sheep are dipped. - - But my father talks to her. - - He tells her about lice and ticks. - - He tells her too - that she is quickest and best - of all the women - at dipping her sheep - in the medicine-water. - - - SHEEP DIPPING - - All the people - with their sheep and goats - and horses and wagons - and children and dogs - go to the dipping. - - There is much dust and work - and singing and eating - at dipping time. - - I like it. - - Sheep do not like dipping. - - They do not like to take a bath - in the medicine-water - even though it is good for them. - - When grandfather goat gets dipped - he is angry, very angry. - - He does not like - to get his whiskers wet. - - Tomorrow, first thing, - I will tell old goat, old goat, - that in ten days - Washington will - wash his whiskers. - - My father talks of other things - besides the dipping. - - His voice goes on and on - like wind in trees, - like water running, - like soft rain falling, - like drum beats pounding, - talk, - talk, - talking. - -[Illustration] - - - BEDTIME - - After a time - my mother and I - unroll our blankets. - - We go to bed - beneath the cottonwood shade. - - I have my own prayer - to the night. - - I whisper it, - whisper it, - but only the night wind hears. - - The horses move - within the shadows. - - My father sings. - - It is night. - - The sheep move - within the circle of branches. - - My mother sleeps. - - It is night. - - - THE STAR SONG - - Softly my father sings - the Star Song - to the stars and me. - - "When the world was being made, - being made, - when the gods were - placing stars, - the stars, - the stars in patterns - in the sky, - coyote stole the star bag, - coyote spilled the stars out - in the sky, - helter skelter in the sky, - when the world - was being made." - - Softly my father sings it, - the Star Song, - to the stars and me. - - Darkness covers me. - - Beauty covers me. - - My mother is near. - - My father is near. - - The sheep are safe. - - The words of the Holy Song - come to me, - "On top of the mountain - I found the gods." - - It is night. - - It is night. - - Happiness comes to me. - - I sleep. - - - - - THE ARTIST - - -The artist, Hoke Denetsosie, is a full-blood Navaho boy of twenty years, -born and raised near Tuba City in the western part of the reservation. -He was a student at the Tuba school, and transferred to Phoenix Indian -School for high school work. Hoke has been drawing for a number of -years, during which time he has had little instruction. He finds the -landscape of his native country a source of never-tiring interest. Prior -to undertaking the problem of illustrating this series of stories, Hoke -had done no work in black and white, but has developed his technique as -he has proceeded. - -When Hoke was invited to prepare the illustrations for these stories, he -was given the manuscripts to read, and then talked over with the author -the things she had in mind in writing the various episodes of the story. -By the variety of the story, many problems of illustration were -encountered which an artist might avoid for many years if simply drawing -in response to his own interest. Hoke has had full freedom in the -solution of these problems, often preparing several sketches for a -single episode, and then selecting between them for the final drawing. -Some of the drawings have been frankly experimental—showing a snow scene -in the simple black and white technique developed by Hoke, for example; -or distinguishing between night and day. The style is the artist's own, -and is neither the flat stylized drawing of many Pueblo artists, nor the -minutely shaded drawing of the white man. The artist was chosen because -he possesses a sure skill and inquiring mind. It is believed that his -present pictures will illuminate the text, and give pleasure to many; -and that he may have before him an artistic future. He has the following -brief statement to make about his own work: - -"I shall always remember the day when I received the first manuscript of -the Little Herder series. The only instructions and suggestions I -received before I began were; 'Here are the manuscripts, let's see what -you can do with them.' - -"So not knowing the first thing about the fundamentals and principles of -illustration the work really launched several months of extensive -experimentation, the result of which was the black and white technique -finally achieved. The use of simple black and white technique was -employed because it is more readily understandable for a child. - -"The nature of the stories, being concerned with Navaho life, called for -illustration genuine in every sense of the word. I had to observe and -incorporate in pictures those characteristics which serve to distinguish -the Navaho from other tribes. Further, the setting of the pictures had -to change to express local changes as the family moved from place to -place. The domestic animals raised by the Navaho had to be shown in a -proper setting just as one sees them on the reservation. The sheep could -not be shown grazing in a pasture, nor the horses in a stable, because -such things are not Navaho. - -"In other words the ideas were represented in an earnest attempt to -express as far as possible the author's feelings, but without hindering -the illustrator's freedom." - - - - - TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES - - - 1. Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical - errors. - 2. 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