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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Indian Why Stories + +Author: Frank Bird Linderman + +Posting Date: August 3, 2008 [EBook #606] +Release Date: July, 1996 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK INDIAN WHY STORIES *** + + + + +Produced by Judith Boss. HTML version by Al Haines. + + + + + +</pre> + + +<BR><BR> + +<H1 ALIGN="center"> +INDIAN WHY STORIES +</H1> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +SPARKS FROM WAR EAGLE'S LODGE-FIRE +</H3> + +<BR> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +FRANK B. LINDERMAN +</H2> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +[CO SKEE SEE CO COT] +</H3> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + I DEDICATE THIS LITTLE BOOK TO MY FRIEND<BR> + CHARLES M. RUSSELL<BR> + THE COWBOY ARTIST<BR> + GEORGE BIRD GRINNELL<BR> + THE INDIAN'S FRIEND<BR> +<BR> + AND TO ALL OTHERS WHO HAVE KNOWN AND LOVED OLD MONTANA<BR> +<BR> + FOR I HOLD THEM ALL AS KIN<BR> + WHO HAVE BUILDED FIRES WHERE NATURE<BR> + WEARS NO MAKE-UP ON HER SKIN<BR> +</H3> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +PREFACE +</H3> + +<P> +The great Northwest—that wonderful frontier that called to itself a +world's hardiest spirits—is rapidly becoming a settled country; and +before the light of civilizing influences, the blanket-Indian has +trailed the buffalo over the divide that time has set between the +pioneer and the crowd. With his passing we have lost much of the +aboriginal folk-lore, rich in its fairy-like characters, and its +relation to the lives of a most warlike people. +</P> + +<P> +There is a wide difference between folk-lore of the so-called Old World +and that of America. Transmitted orally through countless generations, +the folk-stories of our ancestors show many evidences of distortion and +of change in material particulars; but the Indian seems to have been +too fond of nature and too proud of tradition to have forgotten or +changed the teachings of his forefathers. Childlike in simplicity, +beginning with creation itself, and reaching to the whys and wherefores +of nature's moods and eccentricities, these tales impress me as being +well worth saving. +</P> + +<P> +The Indian has always been a lover of nature and a close observer of +her many moods. The habits of the birds and animals, the voices of the +winds and waters, the flickering of the shadows, and the mystic +radiance of the moonlight—all appealed to him. Gradually, he +formulated within himself fanciful reasons for the myriad +manifestations of the Mighty Mother and her many children; and a poet +by instinct, he framed odd stories with which to convey his +explanations to others. And these stories were handed down from father +to son, with little variation, through countless generations, until the +white man slaughtered the buffalo, took to himself the open country, +and left the red man little better than a beggar. But the tribal +story-teller has passed, and only here and there is to be found a +patriarch who loves the legends of other days. +</P> + +<P> +Old-man, or Napa, as he is called by the tribes of Blackfeet, is the +strangest character in Indian folk-lore. Sometimes he appears as a god +or creator, and again as a fool, a thief, or a clown. But to the +Indian, Napa is not the Deity; he occupies a somewhat subordinate +position, possessing many attributes which have sometimes caused him to +be confounded with Manitou, himself. In all of this there is a curious +echo of the teachings of the ancient Aryans, whose belief it was that +this earth was not the direct handiwork of the Almighty, but of a mere +member of a hierarchy of subordinate gods. The Indian possesses the +highest veneration for the Great God, who has become familiar to the +readers of Indian literature as Manitou. No idle tales are told of +Him, nor would any Indian mention Him irreverently. But with Napa it +is entirely different; he appears entitled to no reverence; he is a +strange mixture of the fallible human and the powerful under-god. He +made many mistakes; was seldom to be trusted; and his works and pranks +run from the sublime to the ridiculous. In fact, there are many +stories in which Napa figures that will not bear telling at all. +</P> + +<P> +I propose to tell what I know of these legends, keeping as near as +possible to the Indian's style of story-telling, and using only tales +told me by the older men of the Blackfeet, Chippewa, and Cree tribes. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +CONTENTS +</H2> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> + <A HREF="#chipmunk">WHY THE CHIPMUNK'S BACK IS STRIPED</A><BR> + <A HREF="#ducks">HOW THE DUCKS GOT THEIR FINE FEATHERS</A><BR> + <A HREF="#kingfisher">WHY THE KINGFISHER ALWAYS WEARS A WAR-BONNET</A><BR> + <A HREF="#curlew">WHY THE CURLEW'S BILL IS LONG AND CROOKED</A><BR> + <A HREF="#world">OLD-MAN REMAKES THE WORLD</A><BR> + <A HREF="#mice">WHY BLACKFEET NEVER KILL MICE</A><BR> + <A HREF="#otter">HOW THE OTTER SKIN BECAME GREAT MEDICINE</A><BR> + <A HREF="#leggings">OLD-MAN STEALS THE SUN'S LEGGINGS</A><BR> + <A HREF="#conscience">OLD-MAN AND HIS CONSCIENCE</A><BR> + <A HREF="#treachery">OLD-MAN'S TREACHERY</A><BR> + <A HREF="#nighthawk">WHY THE NIGHT-HAWK'S WINGS ARE BEAUTIFUL</A><BR> + <A HREF="#lion">WHY THE MOUNTAIN-LION IS LONG AND LEAN</A><BR> + <A HREF="#fireleggings">THE FIRE-LEGGINGS</A><BR> + <A HREF="#moon">THE MOON AND THE GREAT SNAKE</A><BR> + <A HREF="#deer">WHY THE DEER HAS NO GALL</A><BR> + <A HREF="#berries">WHY INDIANS WHIP THE BUFFALO-BERRIES FROM THE BUSHES</A><BR> + <A HREF="#fox">OLD-MAN AND THE FOX</A><BR> + <A HREF="#birch">WHY THE BIRCH-TREE WEARS THE SLASHES IN ITS BARK</A><BR> + <A HREF="#mistakes">MISTAKES OF OLD-MAN</A><BR> + <A HREF="#mate">HOW THE MAN FOUND HIS MATE</A><BR> + <A HREF="#dreams">DREAMS</A><BR> + <A HREF="#retrospection">RETROSPECTION</A><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +INTRODUCTION +</H3> + +<P> +It was the moon when leaves were falling, for Napa had finished +painting them for their dance with the North wind. Just over the +ragged mountain range the big moon hung in an almost starless sky, and +in shadowy outline every peak lay upon the plain like a giant pattern. +Slowly the light spread and as slowly the shadows stole away until the +October moon looked down on the great Indian camp—a hundred lodges, +each as perfect in design as the tusks of a young silver-tip, and all +looking ghostly white in the still of the autumn night. +</P> + +<P> +Back from the camp, keeping within the ever-moving shadows, a +buffalo-wolf skulked to a hill overlooking the scene, where he stopped +to look and listen, his body silhouetted against the sky. A dog howled +occasionally, and the weird sound of a tom-tom accompanying the voice +of a singer in the Indian village reached the wolf's ears, but caused +him no alarm; for not until a great herd of ponies, under the eyes of +the night-herder, drifted too close, did he steal away. +</P> + +<P> +Near the centre of the camp was the big painted lodge of War Eagle, the +medicine-man, and inside had gathered his grandchildren, to whom he was +telling the stories of the creation and of the strange doings of Napa, +the creator. Being a friend of the old historian, I entered +unhindered, and with the children listened until the hour grew late, +and on the lodge-wall the dying fire made warning shadows dance. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chipmunk"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHY THE CHIPMUNK'S BACK IS STRIPED +</H3> + +<P> +What a splendid lodge it was, and how grand War Eagle looked leaning +against his back-rest in the firelight! From the tripod that supported +the back-rest were suspended his weapons and his medicine-bundle, each +showing the wonderful skill of the maker. The quiver that held the +arrows was combined with a case for the bow, and colored quills of the +porcupine had been deftly used to make it a thing of beauty. All about +the lodge hung the strangely painted linings, and the firelight added +richness to both color and design. War Eagle's hair was white, for he +had known many snows; but his eyes were keen and bright as a boy's, as +he gazed in pride at his grandchildren across the lodge-fire. He was +wise, and had been in many battles, for his was a warlike tribe. He +knew all about the world and the people in it. He was deeply +religious, and every Indian child loved him for his goodness and brave +deeds. +</P> + +<P> +About the fire were Little Buffalo Calf, a boy of eleven years; +Eyes-in-the-Water, his sister, a girl of nine; Fine Bow, a cousin of +these, aged ten, and Bluebird, his sister, who was but eight years old. +</P> + +<P> +Not a sound did the children make while the old warrior filled his +great pipe, and only the snapping of the lodge-fire broke the +stillness. Solemnly War Eagle lit the tobacco that had been mixed with +the dried inner bark of the red willow, and for several minutes smoked +in silence, while the children's eyes grew large with expectancy. +Finally he spoke: +</P> + +<P> +"Napa, OLD-man, is very old indeed. He made this world, and all that +is on it. He came out of the south, and travelled toward the north, +making the birds and animals as he passed. He made the perfumes for +the winds to carry about, and he even made the war-paint for the people +to use. He was a busy worker, but a great liar and thief, as I shall +show you after I have told you more about him. It was OLD-man who +taught the beaver all his cunning. It was OLD-man who told the bear to +go to sleep when the snow grew deep in winter, and it was he who made +the curlew's bill so long and crooked, although it was not that way at +first. OLD-man used to live on this world with the animals and birds. +There was no other man or woman then, and he was chief over all the +animal-people and the bird-people. He could speak the language of the +robin, knew the words of the bear, and understood the sign-talk of the +beaver, too. He lived with the wolves, for they are the great hunters. +Even to-day we make the same sign for a smart man as we make for the +wolf; so you see he taught them much while he lived with them. OLD-man +made a great many mistakes in making things, as I shall show you after +a while; yet he worked until he had everything good. But he often made +great mischief and taught many wicked things. These I shall tell you +about some day. Everybody was afraid of OLD-man and his tricks and +lies—even the animal-people, before he made men and women. He used to +visit the lodges of our people and make trouble long ago, but he got so +wicked that Manitou grew angry at him, and one day in the month of +roses, he built a lodge for OLD-man and told him that he must stay in +it forever. Of course he had to do that, and nobody knows where the +lodge was built, nor in what country, but that is why we never see him +as our grandfathers did, long, long ago. +</P> + +<P> +"What I shall tell you now happened when the world was young. It was a +fine summer day, and OLD-man was travelling in the forest. He was +going north and straight as an arrow—looking at nothing, hearing +nothing. No one knows what he was after, to this day. The birds and +forest-people spoke politely to him as he passed but he answered none +of them. The Pine-squirrel, who is always trying to find out other +people's business, asked him where he was going, but OLD-man wouldn't +tell him. The woodpecker hammered on a dead tree to make him look that +way, but he wouldn't. The Elk-people and the Deer-people saw him pass, +and all said that he must be up to some mischief or he would stop and +talk a while. The pine-trees murmured, and the bushes whispered their +greeting, but he kept his eyes straight ahead and went on travelling. +</P> + +<P> +"The sun was low when OLD-man heard a groan" (here War Eagle groaned to +show the children how it sounded), "and turning about he saw a warrior +lying bruised and bleeding near a spring of cold water. OLD-man knelt +beside the man and asked: 'Is there war in this country?' +</P> + +<P> +"'Yes,' answered the man. 'This whole day long we have fought to kill +a Person, but we have all been killed, I am afraid.' +</P> + +<P> +"'That is strange,' said OLD-man; 'how can one Person kill so many men? +Who is this Person, tell me his name!' but the man didn't answer—he +was dead. When OLD-man saw that life had left the wounded man, he +drank from the spring, and went on toward the north, but before long he +heard a noise as of men fighting, and he stopped to look and listen. +Finally he saw the bushes bend and sway near a creek that flowed +through the forest. He crawled toward the spot, and peering through +the brush saw a great Person near a pile of dead men, with his back +against a pine-tree. The Person was full of arrows, and he was pulling +them from his ugly body. Calmly the Person broke the shafts of the +arrows, tossed them aside, and stopped the blood flow with a brush of +his hairy hand. His head was large and fierce-looking, and his eyes +were small and wicked. His great body was larger than that of a +buffalo-bull and covered with scars of many battles. +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man went to the creek, and with his buffalo-horn cup brought some +water to the Person, asking as he approached: +</P> + +<P> +"'Who are you, Person? Tell me, so I can make you a fine present, for +you are great in war.' +</P> + +<P> +"'I am Bad Sickness,' replied the Person. 'Tribes I have met remember +me and always will, for their bravest warriors are afraid when I make +war upon them. I come in the night or I visit their camps in daylight. +It is always the same; they are frightened and I kill them easily.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Ho!' said OLD-man, 'tell me how to make Bad Sickness, for I often go +to war myself.' He lied; for he was never in a battle in his life. The +Person shook his ugly head and then OLD-man said: +</P> + +<P> +"'If you will tell me how to make Bad Sickness I will make you small +and handsome. When you are big, as you now are, it is very hard to +make a living; but when you are small, little food will make you fat. +Your living will be easy because I will make your food grow everywhere.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Good,' said the Person, 'I will do it; you must kill the fawns of the +deer and the calves of the elk when they first begin to live. When you +have killed enough of them you must make a robe of their skins. +Whenever you wear that robe and sing—"now you sicken, now you sicken," +the sickness will come—that is all there is to it.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Good,' said OLD-man, 'now lie down to sleep and I will do as I +promised.' +</P> + +<P> +"The Person went to sleep and OLD-man breathed upon him until he grew +so tiny that he laughed to see how small he had made him. Then he took +out his paint sack and striped the Person's back with black and yellow. +It looked bright and handsome and he waked the Person, who was now a +tiny animal with a bushy tail to make him pretty. +</P> + +<P> +"'Now,' said OLD-man, 'you are the Chipmunk, and must always wear those +striped clothes. All of your children and their children, must wear +them, too.' +</P> + +<P> +"After the Chipmunk had looked at himself, and thanked OLD-man for his +new clothes, he wanted to know how he could make his living, and +OLD-man told him what to eat, and said he must cache the pine-nuts when +the leaves turned yellow, so he would not have to work in the winter +time. +</P> + +<P> +"'You are a cousin to the Pine-squirrel,' said OLD-man, 'and you will +hunt and hide as he does. You will be spry and your living will be +easy to make if you do as I have told you.' +</P> + +<P> +"He taught the Chipmunk his language and his signs, showed him where to +live, and then left him, going on toward the north again. He kept +looking for the cow-elk and doe-deer, and it was not long before he had +killed enough of their young to make the robe as the Person told him, +for they were plentiful before the white man came to live on the world. +He found a shady place near a creek, and there made the robe that would +make Bad Sickness whenever he sang the queer song, but the robe was +plain, and brown in color. He didn't like the looks of it. Suddenly +he thought how nice the back of the Chipmunk looked after he had +striped it with his paints. He got out his old paint sack and with the +same colors made the robe look very much like the clothes of the +Chipmunk. He was proud of the work, and liked the new robe better; but +being lazy, he wanted to save himself work, so he sent the South-wind +to tell all the doe-deer and the cow-elk to come to him. They came as +soon as they received the message, for they were afraid of OLD-man and +always tried to please him. When they had all reached the place where +OLD-man was he said to them: +</P> + +<P> +"'Do you see this robe?' +</P> + +<P> +"'Yes, we see it,' they replied. +</P> + +<P> +"'Well, I have made it from the skins of your children, and then +painted it to look like the Chipmunk's back, for I like the looks of +that Person's clothes. I shall need many more of these robes during my +life; and every time I make one, I don't want to have to spend my time +painting it; so from now on and forever your children shall be born in +spotted clothes. I want it to be that way to save me work. On all the +fawns there must be spots of white like this (here he pointed to the +spots on Bad Sickness's robe) and on all of the elk-calves the spots +shall not be so white and shall be in rows and look rather yellow.' +Again he showed them his robe, that they might see just what he wanted. +</P> + +<P> +"'Remember,' he said, 'after this I don't want to see any of your +children running about wearing plain clothing, because that would mean +more painting for me. Now go away, and remember what I have said, lest +I make you sick.' +</P> + +<P> +"The cow-elk and the doe-deer were glad to know that their children's +clothes would be beautiful, and they went away to their little ones who +were hidden in the tall grass, where the wolves and mountain-lions +would have a hard time finding them; for you know that in the tracks of +the fawn there is no scent, and the wolf cannot trail him when he is +alone. That is the way Manitou takes care of the weak, and all of the +forest-people know about it, too. +</P> + +<P> +"Now you know why the Chipmunk's back is striped, and why the fawn and +elk-calf wear their pretty clothes. +</P> + +<P> +"I hear the owls, and it is time for all young men who will some day be +great warriors to go to bed, and for all young women to seek rest, lest +beauty go away forever. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="ducks"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +HOW THE DUCKS GOT THEIR FINE FEATHERS +</H3> + +<P> +Another night had come, and I made my way toward War Eagle's lodge. In +the bright moonlight the dead leaves of the quaking-aspen fluttered +down whenever the wind shook the trees; and over the village great +flocks of ducks and geese and swan passed in a never-ending procession, +calling to each other in strange tones as they sped away toward the +waters that never freeze. +</P> + +<P> +In the lodge War Eagle waited for his grandchildren, and when they had +entered, happily, he laid aside his pipe and said: +</P> + +<P> +"The Duck-people are travelling to-night just as they have done since +the world was young. They are going away from winter because they +cannot make a living when ice covers the rivers. +</P> + +<P> +"You have seen the Duck-people often. You have noticed that they wear +fine clothes but you do not know how they got them; so I will tell you +to-night. +</P> + +<P> +"It was in the fall when leaves are yellow that it happened, and long, +long ago. The Duck-people had gathered to go away, just as they are +doing now. The buck-deer was coming down from the high ridges to visit +friends in the lowlands along the streams as they have always done. On +a lake OLD-man saw the Duck-people getting ready to go away, and at +that time they all looked alike; that is, they all wore the same +colored clothes. The loons and the geese and the ducks were there and +playing in the sunlight. The loons were laughing loudly and the diving +was fast and merry to see. On the hill where OLD-man stood there was a +great deal of moss, and he began to tear it from the ground and roll it +into a great ball. When he had gathered all he needed he shouldered +the load and started for the shore of the lake, staggering under the +weight of the great burden. Finally the Duck-people saw him coming +with his load of moss and began to swim away from the shore. +</P> + +<P> +"'Wait, my brothers!' he called, 'I have a big load here, and I am +going to give you people a dance. Come and help me get things ready.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Don't you do it,' said the gray goose to the others; 'that's OLD-man +and he is up to something bad, I am sure.' +</P> + +<P> +"So the loon called to OLD-man and said they wouldn't help him at all. +</P> + +<P> +"Right near the water OLD-man dropped his ball of moss and then cut +twenty long poles. With the poles he built a lodge which he covered +with the moss, leaving a doorway facing the lake. Inside the lodge he +built a fire and when it grew bright he cried: +</P> + +<P> +"'Say, brothers, why should you treat me this way when I am here to +give you a big dance? Come into the lodge,' but they wouldn't do that. +Finally OLD-man began to sing a song in the duck-talk, and keep time +with his drum. The Duck-people liked the music, and swam a little +nearer to the shore, watching for trouble all the time, but OLD-man +sang so sweetly that pretty soon they waddled up to the lodge and went +inside. The loon stopped near the door, for he believed that what the +gray goose had said was true, and that OLD-man was up to some mischief. +The gray goose, too, was careful to stay close to the door but the +ducks reached all about the fire. Politely, OLD-man passed the pipe, +and they all smoked with him because it is wrong not to smoke in a +person's lodge if the pipe is offered, and the Duck-people knew that. +</P> + +<P> +"'Well,' said Old-man, 'this is going to be the Blind-dance, but you +will have to be painted first. +</P> + +<P> +"'Brother Mallard, name the colors—tell how you want me to paint you.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Well,' replied the mallard drake, 'paint my head green, and put a +white circle around my throat, like a necklace. Besides that, I want a +brown breast and yellow legs: but I don't want my wife painted that +way.' +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man painted him just as he asked, and his wife, too. Then the +teal and the wood-duck (it took a long time to paint the wood-duck) and +the spoonbill and the blue-bill and the canvasback and the goose and +the brant and the loon—all chose their paint. OLD-man painted them +all just as they wanted him to, and kept singing all the time. They +looked very pretty in the firelight, for it was night before the +painting was done. +</P> + +<P> +"'Now,' said OLD-man, 'as this is the Blind-dance, when I beat upon my +drum you must all shut your eyes tight and circle around the fire as I +sing. Every one that peeks will have sore eyes forever.' +</P> + +<P> +"Then the Duck-people shut their eyes and OLD-man began to sing: 'Now +you come, ducks, now you come—tum-tum, tum; tum-tum, tum.' +</P> + +<P> +"Around the fire they came with their eyes still shut, and as fast as +they reached OLD-man, the rascal would seize them, and wring their +necks. Ho! things were going fine for OLD-man, but the loon peeked a +little, and saw what was going on; several others heard the fluttering +and opened their eyes, too. The loon cried out, 'He's killing us—let +us fly,' and they did that. There was a great squawking and quacking +and fluttering as the Duck-people escaped from the lodge. Ho! but +OLD-man was angry, and he kicked the back of the loon-duck, and that is +why his feet turn from his body when he walks or tries to stand. Yes, +that is why he is a cripple to-day. +</P> + +<P> +"And all of the Duck-people that peeked that night at the dance still +have sore eyes—just as OLD-man told them they would have. Of course +they hurt and smart no more but they stay red to pay for peeking, and +always will. You have seen the mallard and the rest of the +Duck-people. You can see that the colors OLD-man painted so long ago +are still bright and handsome, and they will stay that way forever and +forever. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="kingfisher"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHY THE KINGFISHER ALWAYS WEARS A WAR-BONNET +</H3> + +<P> +Autumn nights on the upper Missouri river in Montana are indescribably +beautiful, and under their spell imagination is a constant companion to +him who lives in wilderness, lending strange, weird echoes to the voice +of man or wolf, and unnatural shapes in shadow to commonplace forms. +</P> + +<P> +The moon had not yet climbed the distant mountain range to look down on +the humbler lands when I started for War Eagle's lodge; and dimming the +stars in its course, the milky-way stretched across the jewelled sky. +"The wolf's trail," the Indians call this filmy streak that foretells +fair weather, and to-night it promised much, for it seemed plainer and +brighter than ever before. +</P> + +<P> +"How—how!" greeted War Eagle, making the sign for me to be seated near +him, as I entered his lodge. Then he passed me his pipe and together +we smoked until the children came. +</P> + +<P> +Entering quietly, they seated themselves in exactly the same positions +they had occupied on the previous evenings, and patiently waited in +silence. Finally War Eagle laid the pipe away and said: "Ho! Little +Buffalo Calf, throw a big stick on the fire and I will tell you why the +Kingfisher wears a war-bonnet." +</P> + +<P> +The boy did as he was bidden. The sparks jumped toward the smoke-hole +and the blaze lighted up the lodge until it was bright as daytime, when +War Eagle continued: +</P> + +<P> +"You have often seen Kingfisher at his fishing along the rivers, I +know; and you have heard him laugh in his queer way, for he laughs a +good deal when he flies. That same laugh nearly cost him his life +once, as you will see. I am sure none could see the Kingfisher without +noticing his great head-dress, but not many know how he came by it +because it happened so long ago that most men have forgotten. +</P> + +<P> +"It was one day in the winter-time when OLD-man and the Wolf were +hunting. The snow covered the land and ice was on all of the rivers. +It was so cold that OLD-man wrapped his robe close about himself and +his breath showed white in the air. Of course the Wolf was not cold; +wolves never get cold as men do. Both OLD-man and the Wolf were hungry +for they had travelled far and had killed no meat. OLD-man was +complaining and grumbling, for his heart is not very good. It is never +well to grumble when we are doing our best, because it will do no good +and makes us weak in our hearts. When our hearts are weak our heads +sicken and our strength goes away. Yes, it is bad to grumble. +</P> + +<P> +"When the sun was getting low OLD-man and the Wolf came to a great +river. On the ice that covered the water, they saw four fat Otters +playing. +</P> + +<P> +"'There is meat,' said the Wolf; 'wait here and I will try to catch one +of those fellows.' +</P> + +<P> +"'No!—No!' cried OLD-man, 'do not run after the Otter on the ice, +because there are air-holes in all ice that covers rivers, and you may +fall in the water and die.' OLD-man didn't care much if the Wolf did +drown. He was afraid to be left alone and hungry in the snow—that was +all. +</P> + +<P> +"'Ho!' said the Wolf, 'I am swift of foot and my teeth are white and +sharp. What chance has an Otter against me? Yes, I will go,' and he +did. +</P> + +<P> +"Away ran the Otters with the Wolf after them, while OLD-man stood on +the bank and shivered with fright and cold. Of course the Wolf was +faster than the Otter, but he was running on the ice, remember, and +slipping a good deal. Nearer and nearer ran the Wolf. In fact he was +just about to seize an Otter, when SPLASH!—into an air-hole all the +Otters went. Ho! the Wolf was going so fast he couldn't stop, and +SWOW! into the air-hole he went like a badger after mice, and the +current carried him under the ice. The Otters knew that hole was +there. That was their country and they were running to reach that same +hole all the time, but the Wolf didn't know that. +</P> + +<P> +"Old-man saw it all and began to cry and wail as women do. Ho! but he +made a great fuss. He ran along the bank of the river, stumbling in +the snowdrifts, and crying like a woman whose child is dead; but it was +because he didn't want to be left in that country alone that he +cried—not because he loved his brother, the Wolf. On and on he ran +until he came to a place where the water was too swift to freeze, and +there he waited and watched for the Wolf to come out from under the +ice, crying and wailing and making an awful noise, for a man. +</P> + +<P> +"Well—right there is where the thing happened. You see, Kingfisher +can't fish through the ice and he knows it, too; so he always finds +places like the one OLD-man found. He was there that day, sitting on +the limb of a birch-tree, watching for fishes, and when OLD-man came +near to Kingfisher's tree, crying like an old woman, it tickled the +Fisher so much that he laughed that queer, chattering laugh. +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man heard him and—Ho! but he was angry. He looked about to see +who was laughing at him and that made Kingfisher laugh again, longer +and louder than before. This time OLD-man saw him and SWOW! he threw +his war-club at Kingfisher; tried to kill the bird for laughing. +Kingfisher ducked so quickly that OLD-man's club just grazed the +feathers on his head, making them stand up straight. +</P> + +<P> +"'There,' said OLD-man, 'I'll teach you to laugh at me when I'm sad. +Your feathers are standing up on the top of your head now and they will +stay that way, too. As long as you live you must wear a head-dress, to +pay for your laughing, and all your children must do the same. +</P> + +<P> +"This was long, long ago, but the Kingfishers have not forgotten, and +they all wear war-bonnets, and always will as long as there are +Kingfishers. +</P> + +<P> +"Now I will say good night, and when the sun sleeps again I will tell +you why the curlew's bill is so long and crooked. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="curlew"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHY THE CURLEW'S BILL IS LONG AND CROOKED +</H3> + +<P> +When we reached War Eagle's lodge we stopped near the door, for the old +fellow was singing—singing some old, sad song of younger days and +keeping time with his tom-tom. Somehow the music made me sad and not +until it had ceased, did we enter. +</P> + +<P> +"How! How!"—he greeted us, with no trace of the sadness in his voice +that I detected in his song. +</P> + +<P> +"You have come here to-night to learn why the Curlew's bill is so long +and crooked. I will tell you, as I promised, but first I must smoke." +</P> + +<P> +In silence we waited until the pipe was laid aside, then War Eagle +began: +</P> + +<P> +"By this time you know that OLD-man was not always wise, even if he did +make the world, and all that is on it. He often got into trouble but +something always happened to get him out of it. What I shall tell you +now will show you that it is not well to try to do things just because +others do them. They may be right for others, and wrong for us, but +OLD-man didn't understand that, you see. +</P> + +<P> +"One day he saw some mice playing and went near to watch them. It was +spring-time, and the frost was just coming out of the ground. A big +flat rock was sticking out of a bank near a creek, and the sun had +melted the frost from the earth about it, loosening it, so that it was +about to fall. The Chief-Mouse would sing a song, while all the other +mice danced, and then the chief would cry 'now!' and all the mice would +run past the big rock. On the other side, the Chief-Mouse would sing +again, and then say 'now!'—back they would come—right under the +dangerous rock. Sometimes little bits of dirt would crumble and fall +near the rock, as though warning the mice that the rock was going to +fall, but they paid no attention to the warning, and kept at their +playing. Finally OLD-man said: +</P> + +<P> +"'Say, Chief-Mouse, I want to try that. I want to play that game. I +am a good runner.' +</P> + +<P> +"He wasn't, you know, but he thought he could run. That is often where +we make great mistakes—when we try to do things we were not intended +to do. +</P> + +<P> +"'No—no!' cried the Chief-Mouse, as OLD-man prepared to make the race +past the rock. 'No!—No!—you will shake the ground. You are too +heavy, and the rock may fall and kill you. My people are light of foot +and fast. We are having a good time, but if you should try to do as we +are doing you might get hurt, and that would spoil our fun.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Ho!' said OLD-man, 'stand back! I'll show you what a runner I am.' +</P> + +<P> +"He ran like a grizzly bear, and shook the ground with his weight. +Swow!—came the great rock on top of OLD-man and held him fast in the +mud. My! how he screamed and called for aid. All the Mice-people ran +away to find help. It was a long time before the Mice-people found +anybody, but they finally found the Coyote, and told him what had +happened. Coyote didn't like OLD-man very much, but he said he would +go and see what he could do, and he did. The Mice-people showed him +the way, and when they all reached the spot—there was OLD-man deep in +the mud, with the big rock on his back. He was angry and was saying +things people should not say, for they do no good and make the mind +wicked. +</P> + +<P> +"Coyote said: 'Keep still, you big baby. Quit kicking about so. You +are splashing mud in my eyes. How can I see with my eyes full of mud? +Tell me that. I am going to try to help you out of your trouble.' He +tried but OLD-man insulted Coyote, and called him a name that is not +good, so the Coyote said, 'Well, stay there,' and went away. +</P> + +<P> +"Again OLD-man began to call for helpers, and the Curlew, who was +flying over, saw the trouble, and came down to the ground to help. In +those days Curlew had a short, stubby bill, and he thought that he +could break the rock by pecking it. He pecked and pecked away without +making any headway, till OLD-man grew angry at him, as he did at the +Coyote. The harder the Curlew worked, the worse OLD-man scolded him. +OLD-man lost his temper altogether, you see, which is a bad thing to +do, for we lose our friends with it, often. Temper is like a bad dog +about a lodge—no friends will come to see us when he is about. +</P> + +<P> +"Curlew did his best but finally said: 'I'll go and try to find +somebody else to help you. I guess I am too small and weak. I shall +come back to you.' He was standing close to OLD-man when he spoke, and +OLD-man reached out and grabbed the Curlew by the bill. Curlew began +to scream—oh, my—oh, my—oh, my—as you still hear them in the air +when it is morning. OLD-man hung onto the bill and finally pulled it +out long and slim, and bent it downward, as it is to-day. Then he let +go and laughed at the Curlew. +</P> + +<P> +"'You are a queer-looking bird now. That is a homely bill, but you +shall always wear it and so shall all of your children, as long as +there are Curlews in the world.' +</P> + +<P> +"I have forgotten who it was that got OLD-man out of his trouble, but +it seems to me it was the bear. Anyhow he did get out somehow, and +lived to make trouble, until Manitou grew tired of him. +</P> + +<P> +"There are good things that OLD-man did and to-morrow night, if you +will come early, I will tell you how OLD-man made the world over after +the water made its war on the land, scaring all the animal-people and +the bird-people. I will also tell you how he made the first man and +the first woman and who they were. But now the grouse is fast asleep; +nobody is stirring but those who were made to see in the dark, like the +owl and the wolf.— Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="world"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +OLD-MAN REMAKES THE WORLD +</H3> + +<P> +The sun was just sinking behind the hills when we started for War +Eagle's lodge. +</P> + +<P> +"To-morrow will be a fine day," said Other-person, "for grandfather +says that a red sky is always the sun's promise of fine weather, and +the sun cannot lie." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," said Bluebird, "and he said that when this moon was new it +travelled well south for this time of year and its points were up. +That means fine, warm weather." +</P> + +<P> +"I wish I knew as much as grandfather," said Fine-bow with pride. +</P> + +<P> +The pipe was laid aside at once upon our entering the lodge and the old +warrior said: +</P> + +<P> +"I have told you that OLD-man taught the animals and the birds all they +know. He made them and therefore knew just what each would have to +understand in order to make his living. They have never forgotten +anything he told them—even to this day. Their grandfathers told the +young ones what they had been told, just as I am telling you the things +you should know. Be like the birds and animals—tell your children and +grandchildren what I have told you, that our people may always know how +things were made, and why strange things are true. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes—OLD-man taught the Beaver how to build his dams to make the water +deeper; taught the Squirrel to plant the pine-nut so that another tree +might grow and have nuts for his children; told the Bear to go to sleep +in the winter, when the snow made hard travelling for his short +legs—told him to sleep, and promised him that he would need no meat +while he slept. All winter long the Bear sleeps and eats nothing, +because OLD-man told him that he could. He sleeps so much in the +winter that he spends most of his time in summer hunting. +</P> + +<P> +"It was OLD-man who showed the Owl how to hunt at night and it was +OLD-man that taught the Weasel all his wonderful ways—his bloodthirsty +ways—for the Weasel is the bravest of the animal-people, considering +his size. He taught the Beaver one strange thing that you have +noticed, and that is to lay sticks on the creek-bottoms, so that they +will stay there as long as he wants them to. +</P> + +<P> +"Whenever the animal-people got into trouble they always sought OLD-man +and told him about it. All were busy working and making a living, when +one day it commenced to rain. That was nothing, of course, but it +didn't stop as it had always done before. No, it kept right on raining +until the rivers overran their banks, and the water chased the Weasel +out of his hole in the ground. Yes, and it found the Rabbit's +hiding-place and made him leave it. It crept into the lodge of the +Wolf at night and frightened his wife and children. It poured into the +den of the Bear among the rocks and he had to move. It crawled under +the logs in the forest and found the Mice-people. Out it went to the +plains and chased them out of their homes in the buffalo skulls. At +last the Beavers' dams broke under the strain and that made everything +worse. It was bad—very bad, indeed. Everybody except the fish-people +were frightened and all went to find OLD-man that they might tell him +what had happened. Finally they found his fire, far up on a timbered +bench, and they said that they wanted a council right away. +</P> + +<P> +"It was a strange sight to see the Eagle sitting next to the Grouse; +the Rabbit sitting close to the Lynx; the Mouse right under the very +nose of the Bobcat, and the tiny Humming-bird talking to the Hawk in a +whisper, as though they had always been great friends. All about +OLD-man's fire they sat and whispered or talked in signs. Even the +Deer spoke to the Mountain-lion, and the Antelope told the Wolf that he +was glad to see him, because fear had made them all friends. +</P> + +<P> +"The whispering and the sign-making stopped when OLD-man raised his +hand-like that" (here War Eagle raised his hand with the palm +outward)—"and asked them what was troubling them. +</P> + +<P> +"The Bear spoke first, of course, and told how the water had made him +move his camp. He said all the animal-people were moving their homes, +and he was afraid they would be unable to find good camping-places, +because of the water. Then the Beaver spoke, because he is wise and +all the forest-people know it. He said his dams would not hold back +the water that came against them; that the whole world was a lake, and +that he thought they were on an island. He said he could live in the +water longer than most people, but that as far as he could see they +would all die except, perhaps, the fish-people, who stayed in the water +all the time, anyhow. He said he couldn't think of a thing to do—then +he sat down and the sign-talking and whispering commenced again. +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man smoked a long time—smoked and thought hard. Finally he +grabbed his magic stone axe, and began to sing his war-song. Then the +rest knew he had made up his mind and knew what he would do. Swow! he +struck a mighty pine-tree a blow, and it fell down. Swow! down went +another and another, until he had ten times ten of the longest, +straightest, and largest trees in all the world lying side by side +before him. Then OLD-man chopped off the limbs, and with the aid of +magic rolled the great logs tight together. With withes of willow that +he told the Beaver to cut for him, he bound the logs fast together +until they were all as one. It was a monstrous raft that OLD-man had +built, as he sang his song in the darkness. At last he cried, 'Ho! +everybody hurry and sit on this raft I have made'; and they did hurry. +</P> + +<P> +"It was not long till the water had reached the logs; then it crept in +between them, and finally it went on past the raft and off into the +forest, looking for more trouble. +</P> + +<P> +"By and by the raft began to groan, and the willow withes squeaked and +cried out as though ghost-people were crying in the night. That was +when the great logs began to tremble as the water lifted them from the +ground. Rain was falling—night was there, and fear made cowards of +the bravest on the raft. All through the forest there were bad +noises—noises that make the heart cold—as the raft bumped against +great trees rising from the earth that they were leaving forever. +</P> + +<P> +"Higher and higher went the raft; higher than the bushes; higher than +the limbs on the trees; higher than the Woodpecker's nest; higher than +the tree tops, and even higher than the mountains. Then the world was +no more, for the water had whipped the land in the war it made against +it. +</P> + +<P> +"Day came, and still the rain was falling. Night returned, and yet the +rain came down. For many days and nights they drifted in the falling +rain; whirling and twisting about while the water played with the great +raft, as a Bear would play with a Mouse. It was bad, and they were all +afraid—even OLD-man himself was scared. +</P> + +<P> +"At last the sun came but there was no land. All was water. The water +was the world. It reached even to the sky and touched it all about the +edges. All were hungry, and some of them were grumbling, too. There +are always grumblers when there is great trouble, but they are not the +ones who become great chiefs—ever. +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man sat in the middle of the raft and thought. He knew that +something must be done, but he didn't know what. Finally he said: 'Ho! +Chipmunk, bring me the Spotted Loon. Tell him I want him.' +</P> + +<P> +"The Chipmunk found the Spotted Loon and told him that OLD-man wanted +him, so the Loon went to where OLD-man sat. When he got there, OLD-man +said: +</P> + +<P> +"'Spotted Loon you are a great diver. Nobody can dive as you can. I +made you that way and I know. If you will dive and swim down to the +world I think you might bring me some of the dirt that it is made +of—then I am sure I can make another world.' +</P> + +<P> +"'It is too deep, this water,' replied the Loon, 'I am afraid I shall +drown.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Well, what if you do?' said OLD-man. 'I gave you life, and if you +lose it this way I will return it to you. You shall live again!' +</P> + +<P> +"'All right, OLD-man,' he answered, 'I am willing to try'; so he +waddled to the edge of the raft. He is a poor walker—the Loon, and +you know I told you why. It was all because OLD-man kicked him in the +back the night he painted all the Duck-people. +</P> + +<P> +"Down went the Spotted Loon, and long he stayed beneath the water. All +waited and watched, and longed for good luck, but when he came to the +top he was dead. Everybody groaned—all felt badly, I can tell you, as +OLD-man laid the dead Loon on the logs. The Loon's wife was crying, +but OLD-man told her to shut up and she did. +</P> + +<P> +"Then OLD-man blew his own breath into the Loon's bill, and he came +back to life. +</P> + +<P> +"'What did you see, Brother Loon?' asked OLD-man, while everybody +crowded as close as he could. +</P> + +<P> +"'Nothing but water,' answered the Loon, 'we shall all die here, I +cannot reach the world by swimming. My heart stops working.' +</P> + +<P> +"There were many brave ones on the raft, and the Otter tried to reach +the world by diving; and the Beaver, and the Gray Goose, and the Gray +Goose's wife; but all died in trying, and all were given a new life by +OLD-man. Things were bad and getting worse. Everybody was cross, and +all wondered what OLD-man would do next, when somebody laughed. +</P> + +<P> +"All turned to see what there could be to laugh at, at such a time, and +OLD-man turned about just in time to see the Muskrat bid good-by to his +wife—that was what they were laughing at. But he paid no attention to +OLD-man or the rest, and slipped from the raft to the water. +Flip!—his tail cut the water like a knife, and he was gone. Some +laughed again, but all wondered at his daring, and waited with little +hope in their hearts; for the Muskrat wasn't very great, they thought. +</P> + +<P> +"He was gone longer than the Loon, longer than the Beaver, longer than +the Otter or the Gray Goose or his wife, but when he came to the +surface of the water he was dead. +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man brought Muskrat back to life, and asked him what he had seen +on his journey. Muskrat said: 'I saw trees, OLD-man, but I died before +I got to them.' +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man told him he was brave. He said his people should forever be +great if he succeeded in bringing some dirt to the raft; so just as +soon as the Muskrat was rested he dove again. +</P> + +<P> +"When he came up he was dead, but clinched in his tiny hand OLD-man +found some dirt—not much, but a little. A second time OLD-man gave +the Muskrat his breath, and told him that he must go once more, and +bring dirt. He said there was not quite enough in the first lot, so +after resting a while the Muskrat tried a third time and a third time +he died, but brought up a little more dirt. +</P> + +<P> +"Everybody on the raft was anxious now, and they were all crowding +about OLD-man; but he told them to stand back, and they did. Then he +blew his breath in Muskrat's mouth a third time, and a third time he +lived and joined his wife. +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man then dried the dirt in his hands, rubbing it slowly and +singing a queer song. Finally it was dry; then he settled the hand +that held the dirt in the water slowly, until the water touched the +dirt. The dry dirt began to whirl about and then OLD-man blew upon it. +Hard he blew and waved his hands, and the dirt began to grow in size +right before their eyes. OLD-man kept blowing and waving his hands +until the dirt became real land, and the trees began to grow. So large +it grew that none could see across it. Then he stopped his blowing and +sang some more. Everybody wanted to get off the raft, but OLD-man said +'no.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Come here, Wolf,' he said, and the Wolf came to him. +</P> + +<P> +"'You are swift of foot and brave. Run around this land I have made, +that I may know how large it is.' +</P> + +<P> +"The Wolf started, and it took him half a year to get back to the raft. +He was very poor from much running, too, but OLD-man said the world +wasn't big enough yet so he blew some more, and again sent the Wolf out +to run around the land. He never came back—no, the OLD-man had made +it so big that the Wolf died of old age before he got back to the raft. +Then all the people went out upon the land to make their living, and +they were happy, there, too. +</P> + +<P> +"After they had been on the land for a long time OLD-man said: 'Now I +shall make a man and a woman, for I am lonesome living with you people. +He took two or three handfuls of mud from the world he had made, and +moulded both a man and a woman. Then he set them side by side and +breathed upon them. They lived!—and he made them very strong and +healthy—very beautiful to look upon. Chippewas, he called these +people, and they lived happily on that world until a white man saw an +Eagle sailing over the land and came to look about. He stole the +woman—that white man did; and that is where all the tribes came from +that we know to-day. None are pure of blood but the two humans he made +of clay, and their own children. And they are the Chippewas! +</P> + +<P> +"That is a long story and now you must hurry to bed. To-morrow night I +will tell you another story—Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="mice"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHY BLACKFEET NEVER KILL MICE +</H3> + +<P> +Muskrat and his grandmother were gathering wood for the camp the next +morning, when they came to an old buffalo skull. The plains were +dotted with these relics of the chase, for already the hide-hunting +white man had played havoc with the great herds of buffalo. This skull +was in a grove of cottonwood-trees near the river, and as they +approached two Mice scampered into it to hide. Muskrat, in great glee, +secured a stick and was about to turn the skull over and kill the Mice, +when his grandmother said: "No, our people never kill Mice. Your +grandfather will tell you why if you ask him. The Mice-people are our +friends and we treat them as such. Even small people can be good +friends, you know—remember that." +</P> + +<P> +All the day the boy wondered why the Mice-people should not be harmed; +and just at dark he came for me to accompany him to War Eagle's lodge. +On the way he told me what his grandmother had said, and that he +intended to ask for the reason, as soon as we arrived. We found the +other children already there, and almost before we had seated +ourselves, Muskrat asked: +</P> + +<P> +"Grandfather, why must we never kill the Mice-people? Grandmother said +that you knew." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," replied War Eagle, "I do know and you must know. Therefore I +shall tell you all to-night why the Mice-people must be let alone and +allowed to do as they please, for we owe them much; much more than we +can ever pay. Yes—they are great people, as you will see. +</P> + +<P> +"It happened long, long ago, when there were few men and women on the +world. OLD-man was chief of all then, and the animal-people and the +bird-people were greater than our people, because we had not been on +earth long and were not wise. +</P> + +<P> +"There was much quarrelling among the animals and the birds. You see +the Bear wanted to be chief, under OLD-man, and so did the Beaver. +Almost every night they would have a council and quarrel over it. +Beside the Bear and Beaver, there were other animals, and also birds, +that thought they had the right to be chief. They couldn't agree and +the quarrelling grew worse as time went on. Some said the greatest +thief should be chosen. Others thought the wisest one should be the +leader; while some said the swiftest traveller was the one they wanted. +So it went on and on until they were most all enemies instead of +friends, and you could hear them quarrelling almost every night, until +OLD-man came along that way. +</P> + +<P> +"He heard about the trouble. I forget who told him, but I think it was +the Rabbit. Anyhow he visited the council where the quarrelling was +going on and listened to what each one had to say. It took until +almost daylight, too. He listened to it all—every bit. When they had +finished talking and the quarrelling commenced as usual, he said, +'stop!' and they did stop. +</P> + +<P> +"Then he said to them: 'I will settle this thing right here and right +now, so that there will be no more rows over it, forever.' +</P> + +<P> +"He opened his paint sack and took from it a small, polished bone. +This he held up in the firelight, so that they might all see it, and he +said: +</P> + +<P> +"'This will settle the quarrel. You all see this bone in my right +hand, don't you?' +</P> + +<P> +"'Yes,' they replied. +</P> + +<P> +"'Well, now you watch the bone and my hands, too, for they are quick +and cunning.' +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man began to sing the gambling song and to slip the bone from one +hand to the other so rapidly and smoothly that they were all puzzled. +Finally he stopped singing and held out his hands—both shut tight, and +both with their backs up. +</P> + +<P> +"'Which of my hands holds the bone now?' he asked them. +</P> + +<P> +"Some said it was in the right hand and others claimed that it was the +left hand that held it. OLD-man asked the Bear to name the hand that +held the bone, and the Bear did; but when OLD-man opened that hand it +was empty—the bone was not there. Then everybody laughed at the Bear. +OLD-man smiled a little and began to sing and again pass the bone. +</P> + +<P> +"'Beaver, you are smart; name the hand that holds the bone this time.' +</P> + +<P> +"The Beaver said: 'It's in your right hand. I saw you put it there.' +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man opened that hand right before the Beaver's eyes, but the bone +wasn't there, and again everybody laughed—especially the Bear. +</P> + +<P> +"'Now, you see,' said OLD-man, 'that this is not so easy as it looks, +but I am going to teach you all to play the game; and when you have all +learned it, you must play it until you find out who is the cleverest at +the playing. Whoever that is, he shall be chief under me, forever.' +</P> + +<P> +"Some were awkward and said they didn't care much who was chief, but +most all of them learned to play pretty well. First the Bear and the +Beaver tried it, but the Beaver beat the Bear easily and held the bone +for ever so long. Finally the Buffalo beat the Beaver and started to +play with the Mouse. Of course the Mouse had small hands and was +quicker than the Buffalo—quicker to see the bone. The Buffalo tried +hard for he didn't want the Mouse to be chief but it didn't do him any +good; for the Mouse won in the end. +</P> + +<P> +"It was a fair game and the Mouse was chief under the agreement. He +looked quite small among the rest but he walked right out to the centre +of the council and said: +</P> + +<P> +"'Listen, brothers—what is mine to keep is mine to give away. I am +too small to be your chief and I know it. I am not warlike. I want to +live in peace with my wife and family. I know nothing of war. I get +my living easily. I don't like to have enemies. I am going to give my +right to be chief to the man that OLD-man has made like himself.' +</P> + +<P> +"That settled it. That made the man chief forever, and that is why he +is greater than the animals and the birds. That is why we never kill +the Mice-people. +</P> + +<P> +"You saw the Mice run into the buffalo skull, of course. There is +where they have lived and brought up their families ever since the +night the Mouse beat the Buffalo playing the bone game. Yes—the +Mice-people always make their nests in the heads of the dead +Buffalo-people, ever since that night. +</P> + +<P> +"Our people play the same game, even today. See," and War Eagle took +from his paint sack a small, polished bone. Then he sang just as +OLD-man did so long ago. He let the children try to guess the hand +that held the bone, as the animal-people did that fateful night; but, +like the animals, they always guessed wrong. Laughingly War Eagle said: +</P> + +<P> +"Now go to your beds and come to see me to-morrow night. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="otter"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +HOW THE OTTER SKIN BECAME GREAT "MEDICINE" +</H3> + +<P> +It was rather late when we left War Eagle's lodge after having learned +why the Indians never kill the Mice-people; and the milky way was white +and plain, dimming the stars with its mist. The children all stopped +to say good night to little Sees-in-the-dark, a brand-new baby sister +of Bluebird's; then they all went to bed. +</P> + +<P> +The next day the boys played at war, just as white boys do; and the +girls played with dolls dressed in buckskin clothes, until it grew +tiresome, when they visited relatives until it came time for us all to +go to their grandfather's lodge. He was smoking when we entered, but +soon laid aside the pipe and said: +</P> + +<P> +"You know that the otter skin is big medicine, no doubt. You have +noticed that our warriors wear it sometimes and you know that we all +think it very lucky to wear the skin of the Otter. But you don't know +how it came to be great; so I shall tell you. +</P> + +<P> +"One time, long before my grandfather was born, a young-man of our +tribe was unlucky in everything. No woman wanted to marry him, because +he couldn't kill enough meat to keep her in food and clothes. Whenever +he went hunting, his bow always broke or he would lose his lance. If +these things didn't happen, his horse would fall and hurt him. +Everybody talked about him and his bad luck, and although he was +fine-looking, he had no close friends, because of his ill fortune. He +tried to dream and get his medicine but no dream would come. He grew +sour and people were sorry for him all the time. Finally his name was +changed to 'The Unlucky-one,' which sounds bad to the ear. He used to +wander about alone a good deal, and one morning he saw an old woman +gathering wood by the side of a River. The Unlucky-one was about to +pass the old woman when she stopped him and asked: +</P> + +<P> +"'Why are you so sad in your handsome face? Why is that sorry look in +your fine eyes?' +</P> + +<P> +"'Because,' replied the young-man, 'I am the Unlucky-one. Everything +goes wrong with me, always. I don't want to live any longer, for my +heart is growing wicked.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Come with me,' said the old woman, and he followed her until she told +him to sit down. Then she said: 'Listen to me. First you must learn a +song to sing, and this is it.' Then she sang a queer song over and over +again until the young-man had learned it well. +</P> + +<P> +"'Now do what I tell you, and your heart shall be glad some day.' She +drew from her robe a pair of moccasins and a small sack of dried meat. +'Here,' she said, 'put these moccasins on your feet and take this sack +of meat for food, for you must travel far. Go on down this river until +you come to a great beaver village. Their lodges will be large and +fine-looking and you will know the village by the great size of the +lodges. When you get to the place, you must stand still for a long +time, and then sing the song I taught you. When you have finished the +singing, a great white Beaver, chief of all the Beavers in the world, +will come to you. He is wise and can tell you what to do to change +your luck. After that I cannot help you; but do what the white Beaver +tells you, without asking why. Now go, and be brave!' +</P> + +<P> +"The young-man started at once. Long his steps were, for he was young +and strong. Far he travelled down the river—saw many beaver villages, +too, but he did not stop, because the lodges were not big, as the old +woman told him they would be in the right village. His feet grew tired +for he travelled day and night without resting, but his heart was brave +and he believed what the old woman had told him. +</P> + +<P> +"It was late on the third day when he came to a mighty beaver village +and here the lodges were greater than any he had ever seen before. In +the centre of the camp was a monstrous lodge built of great sticks and +towering above the rest. All about, the ground was neat and clean and +bare as your hand. The Unlucky-one knew this was the white Beaver's +lodge—knew that at last he had found the chief of all the Beavers in +the world; so he stood still for a long time, and then sang that song. +</P> + +<P> +"Soon a great white Beaver—white as the snows of winter—came to him +and asked: 'Why do you sing that song, my brother? What do you want of +me? I have never heard a man sing that song before. You must be in +trouble.' +</P> + +<P> +"'I am the Unlucky-one,' the young-man replied. 'I can do nothing +well. I can find no woman who will marry me. In the hunt my bow will +often break or my lance is poor. My medicine is bad and I cannot +dream. The people do not love me, and they pity me as they do a sick +child.' +</P> + +<P> +"'I am sorry for you,' said the white Beaver—chief of all the Beavers +in the world—'but you must find my brother the Coyote, who knows where +OLD-man's lodge is. The Coyote will do your bidding if you sing that +song when you see him. Take this stick with you, because you will have +a long journey, and with the stick you may cross any river and not +drown, if you keep it always in your hand. That is all I can do for +you, myself.' +</P> + +<P> +"On down the river the Unlucky-one travelled and the sun was low in the +west on the fourth day, when he saw the Coyote on a hillside near by. +After looking at Coyote for a long time, the young-man commenced to +sing the song the old woman had taught him. When he had finished the +singing, the Coyote came up close and asked: +</P> + +<P> +"'What is the matter? Why do you sing that song? I never heard a man +sing it before. What is it you want of me?' +</P> + +<P> +"Then the Unlucky-one told the Coyote what he had told the white +Beaver, and showed the stick the Beaver-chief had given him, to prove +it. +</P> + +<P> +"'I am hungry, too,' said the Unlucky-one, 'for I have eaten all the +dried meat the old woman gave me.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Wait here,' said the Coyote, 'my brother the Wolf has just killed a +fat Doe, and perhaps he will give me a little of the meat when I tell +him about you and your troubles.' +</P> + +<P> +"Away went the Coyote to beg for meat, and while he was gone the +young-man bathed his tired feet in a cool creek. Soon the Coyote came +back with meat, and young-man built a fire and ate some of it, even +before it was warm, for he was starving. When he had finished the +Coyote said: +</P> + +<P> +"'Now I shall take you to OLD-man's lodge, come.' +</P> + +<P> +"They started, even though it was getting dark. Long they travelled +without stopping—over plains and mountains—through great forests and +across rivers, until they came to a cave in the rough rocks on the side +of a mighty mountain. +</P> + +<P> +"'In there,' said the Coyote, 'you will find OLD-man and he can tell +you what you want to know.' +</P> + +<P> +"The Unlucky-one stood before the black hole in the rocks for a long +time, because he was afraid; but when he turned to speak to the Coyote +he found himself to be alone. The Coyote had gone about his own +business—had silently slipped away in the night. +</P> + +<P> +"Slowly and carefully the young-man began to creep into the cave, +feeling his way in the darkness. His heart was beating like a tom-tom +at a dance. Finally he saw a fire away back in the cave. +</P> + +<P> +"The shadows danced about the stone sides of the cave as men say the +ghosts do; and they frightened him. But looking, he saw a man sitting +on the far side of the fire. The man's hair was like the snow and very +long. His face was wrinkled with the seams left by many years of life +and he was naked in the firelight that played about him. +</P> + +<P> +"Slowly the young-man stood upon his feet and began to walk toward the +fire with great fear in his heart. When he had reached the place where +the firelight fell upon him, the OLD-man looked up and said: +</P> + +<P> +"'How, young-man, I am OLD-man. Why did you come here? What is it you +want?' +</P> + +<P> +"Then the Unlucky-one told OLD-man just what he had told the old woman +and the white Beaver and the Coyote, and showed the stick the Beaver +had given him, to prove it. +</P> + +<P> +"'Smoke,' said OLD-man, and passed the pipe to his visitor. After they +had smoked OLD-man said: +</P> + +<P> +"'I will tell you what to do. On the top of this great mountain there +live many ghost-people and their chief is a great Owl. This Owl is the +only one who knows how you can change your luck, and he will tell you +if you are not afraid. Take this arrow and go among those people, +without fear. Show them you are unarmed as soon as they see you. Now +go!' +</P> + +<P> +"Out into the night went the Unlucky-one and on up the mountain. The +way was rough and the wind blew from the north, chilling his limbs and +stinging his face, but on he went toward the mountain-top, where the +storm-clouds sleep and the winter always stays. Drifts of snow were +piled all about, and the wind gathered it up and hurled it at the young +man as though it were angry at him. The clouds waked and gathered +around him, making the night darker and the world lonelier than before, +but on the very top of the mountain he stopped and tried to look +through the clouds. Then he heard strange singing all about him; but +for a long time there was no singer in sight. Finally the clouds +parted and he saw a great circle of ghost-people with large and ugly +heads. They were seated on the icy ground and on the drifts of snow +and on the rocks, singing a warlike song that made the heart of the +young-man stand still, in dread. In the centre of the circle there sat +a mighty Owl—their chief. Ho!—when the ghost-people saw the +Unlucky-one they rushed at him with many lances and would have killed +him but the Owl-chief cried, 'Stop!' +</P> + +<P> +"The young-man folded his arms and said: 'I am unarmed—come and see +how a Blackfoot dies. I am not afraid of you.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Ho!' said the Owl-chief, 'we kill no unarmed man. Sit down, my son, +and tell me what you want. Why do you come here? You must be in +trouble. You must smoke with me.' +</P> + +<P> +"The Unlucky-one told the Owl-chief just what he had told the old woman +and the Beaver and the Coyote and OLD-man, and showed the stick that +the white Beaver had given him and the arrow that OLD-man had given to +him to prove it. +</P> + +<P> +"'Good,' said the Owl-chief, 'I can help you, but first you must help +yourself. Take this bow. It is a medicine-bow; then you will have a +bow that will not break and an arrow that is good and straight. Now go +down this mountain until you come to a river. It will be dark when you +reach this river, but you will know the way. There will be a great +cottonwood-tree on the bank of the stream where you first come to the +water. At this tree, you must turn down the stream and keep on +travelling without rest, until you hear a splashing in the water near +you. When you hear the splashing, you must shoot this arrow at the +sound. Shoot quickly, for if you do not you can never have any good +luck. If you do as I have told you the splasher will be killed and you +must then take his hide and wear it always. The skin that the splasher +wears will make you a lucky man. It will make anybody lucky and you +may tell your people that it is so. +</P> + +<P> +"'Now go, for it is nearly day and we must sleep.' +</P> + +<P> +"The young-man took his bow and arrow and the stick the white Beaver +had given him and started on his journey. All the day he travelled, +and far into the night. At last he came to a river and on the bank he +saw the great cottonwood-tree, just as the ghost Owl had told him. At +the tree the young-man turned down the stream and in the dark easily +found his way along the bank. Very soon he heard a great splashing in +the water near him, and—zipp—he let the arrow go at the sound—then +all was still again. He stood and looked and listened, but for a long +time could see nothing—hear nothing. +</P> + +<P> +"Then the moon came out from under a cloud and just where her light +struck the river, he saw some animal floating—dead. With the magic +stick the young-man walked out on the water, seized the animal by the +legs and drew it ashore. It was an Otter, and the young-man took his +hide, right there. +</P> + +<P> +"A Wolf waited in the brush for the body of the Otter, and the +young-man gave it to him willingly, because he remembered the meat the +Wolf had given the Coyote. As soon as the young-man had skinned the +Otter he threw the hide over his shoulder and started for his own +country with a light heart, but at the first good place he made a camp, +and slept. That night he dreamed and all was well with him. +</P> + +<P> +"After days of travel he found his tribe again, and told what had +happened. He became a great hunter and a great chief among us. He +married the most beautiful woman in the tribe and was good to her +always. They had many children, and we remember his name as one that +was great in war. That is all—Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="leggings"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +OLD-MAN STEALS THE SUN'S LEGGINGS +</H3> + +<P> +Firelight—what a charm it adds to story-telling. How its moods seem +to keep pace with situations pictured by the oracle, offering shadows +when dread is abroad, and light when a pleasing climax is reached; for +interest undoubtedly tends the blaze, while sympathy contributes or +withholds fuel, according to its dictates. +</P> + +<P> +The lodge was alight when I approached and I could hear the children +singing in a happy mood, but upon entering, the singing ceased and +embarrassed smiles on the young faces greeted me; nor could I coax a +continuation of the song. +</P> + +<P> +Seated beside War Eagle was a very old Indian whose name was Red Robe, +and as soon as I was seated, the host explained that he was an honored +guest; that he was a Sioux and a friend of long standing. Then War +Eagle lighted the pipe, passing it to the distinguished friend, who in +turn passed it to me, after first offering it to the Sun, the father, +and the Earth, the mother of all that is. +</P> + +<P> +In a lodge of the Blackfeet the pipe must never be passed across the +doorway. To do so would insult the host and bring bad luck to all who +assembled. Therefore if there be a large number of guests ranged about +the lodge, the pipe is passed first to the left from guest to guest +until it reaches the door, when it goes back, unsmoked, to the host, to +be refilled ere it is passed to those on his right hand. +</P> + +<P> +Briefly War Eagle explained my presence to Red Robe and said: +</P> + +<P> +"Once the Moon made the Sun a pair of leggings. Such beautiful work +had never been seen before. They were worked with the colored quills +of the Porcupine and were covered with strange signs, which none but +the Sun and the Moon could read. No man ever saw such leggings as they +were, and it took the Moon many snows to make them. Yes, they were +wonderful leggings and the Sun always wore them on fine days, for they +were bright to look upon. +</P> + +<P> +"Every night when the Sun went to sleep in his lodge away in the west, +he used the leggings for a pillow, because there was a thief in the +world, even then. That thief and rascal was OLD-man, and of course the +Sun knew all about him. That is why he always put his fine leggings +under his head when he slept. When he worked he almost always wore +them, as I have told you, so that there was no danger of losing them in +the daytime; but the Sun was careful of his leggings when night came +and he slept. +</P> + +<P> +"You wouldn't think that a person would be so foolish as to steal from +the Sun, but one night OLD-man—who is the only person who ever knew +just where the Sun's lodge was—crept near enough to look in, and saw +the leggings under the Sun's head. +</P> + +<P> +"We have all travelled a great deal but no man ever found the Sun's +lodge. No man knows in what country it is. Of course we know it is +located somewhere west of here, for we see him going that way every +afternoon, but OLD-man knew everything—except that he could not fool +the Sun. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes—OLD-man looked into the lodge of the Sun and saw the leggings +there—saw the Sun, too, and the Sun was asleep. He made up his mind +that he would steal the leggings so he crept through the door of the +lodge. There was no one at home but the Sun, for the Moon has work to +do at night just as the children, the Stars, do, so he thought he could +slip the leggings from under the sleeper's head and get away. +</P> + +<P> +"He got down on his hands and knees to walk like the Bear-people and +crept into the lodge, but in the black darkness he put his knee upon a +dry stick near the Sun's bed. The stick snapped under his weight with +so great a noise that the Sun turned over and snorted, scaring OLD-man +so badly that he couldn't move for a minute. His heart was not +strong—wickedness makes every heart weaker—and after making sure that +the Sun had not seen him, he crept silently out of the lodge and ran +away. +</P> + +<P> +"On the top of a hill OLD-man stopped to look and listen, but all was +still; so he sat down and thought. +</P> + +<P> +"'I'll get them to-morrow night when he sleeps again'; he said to +himself. 'I need those leggings myself, and I'm going to get them, +because they will make me handsome as the Sun.' +</P> + +<P> +"He watched the Moon come home to camp and saw the Sun go to work, but +he did not go very far away because he wanted to be near the lodge when +night came again. +</P> + +<P> +"It was not long to wait, for all the OLD-man had to do was to make +mischief, and only those who have work to do measure time. He was +close to the lodge when the Moon came out, and there he waited until +the Sun went inside. From the bushes OLD-man saw the Sun take off his +leggings and his eyes glittered with greed as he saw their owner fold +them and put them under his head as he had always done. Then he waited +a while before creeping closer. Little by little the old rascal +crawled toward the lodge, till finally his head was inside the door. +Then he waited a long, long time, even after the Sun was snoring. +</P> + +<P> +"The strange noises of the night bothered him, for he knew he was doing +wrong, and when a Loon cried on a lake near by, he shivered as with +cold, but finally crept to the sleeper's side. Cautiously his fingers +felt about the precious leggings until he knew just how they could best +be removed without waking the Sun. His breath was short and his heart +was beating as a war-drum beats, in the black dark of the lodge. +Sweat—cold sweat, that great fear always brings to the +weak-hearted—was dripping from his body, and once he thought that he +would wait for another night, but greed whispered again, and listening +to its voice, he stole the leggings from under the Sun's head. +</P> + +<P> +"Carefully he crept out of the lodge, looking over his shoulder as he +went through the door. Then he ran away as fast as he could go. Over +hills and valleys, across rivers and creeks, toward the east. He +wasted much breath laughing at his smartness as he ran, and soon he +grew tired. +</P> + +<P> +"'Ho!' he said to himself, 'I am far enough now and I shall sleep. +It's easy to steal from the Sun—just as easy as stealing from the Bear +or the Beaver.' +</P> + +<P> +"He folded the leggings and put them under his head as the Sun had +done, and went to sleep. He had a dream and it waked him with a start. +Bad deeds bring bad dreams to us all. OLD-man sat up and there was the +Sun looking right in his face and laughing. He was frightened and ran +away, leaving the leggings behind him. +</P> + +<P> +"Laughingly the Sun put on the leggings and went on toward the west, +for he is always busy. He thought he would see OLD-man no more, but it +takes more than one lesson to teach a fool to be wise, and OLD-man hid +in the timber until the Sun had travelled out of sight. Then he ran +westward and hid himself near the Sun's lodge again, intending to wait +for the night and steal the leggings a second time. +</P> + +<P> +"He was much afraid this time, but as soon as the Sun was asleep he +crept to the lodge and peeked inside. Here he stopped and looked +about, for he was afraid the Sun would hear his heart beating. Finally +he started toward the Sun's bed and just then a great white Owl flew +from off the lodge poles, and this scared him more, for that is very +bad luck and he knew it; but he kept on creeping until he could almost +touch the Sun. +</P> + +<P> +"All about the lodge were beautiful linings, tanned and painted by the +Moon, and the queer signs on them made the old coward tremble. He +heard a night-bird call outside and he thought it would surely wake the +Sun; so he hastened to the bed and with cunning fingers stole the +leggings, as he had done the night before, without waking the great +sleeper. Then he crept out of the lodge, talking bravely to himself as +cowards do when they are afraid. +</P> + +<P> +"'Now,' he said to himself, 'I shall run faster and farther than +before. I shall not stop running while the night lasts, and I shall +stay in the mountains all the time when the Sun is at work in the +daytime!' +</P> + +<P> +"Away he went—running as the Buffalo runs—straight ahead, looking at +nothing, hearing nothing, stopping at nothing. When day began to break +OLD-man was far from the Sun's lodge and he hid himself in a deep gulch +among some bushes that grew there. He listened a long time before he +dared to go to sleep, but finally he did. He was tired from his great +run and slept soundly and for a long time, but when he opened his +eyes—there was the Sun looking straight at him, and this time he was +scowling. OLD-man started to run away but the Sun grabbed him and +threw him down upon his back. My! but the Sun was angry, and he said: +</P> + +<P> +"'OLD-man, you are a clever thief but a mighty fool as well, for you +steal from me and expect to hide away. Twice you have stolen the +leggings my wife made for me, and twice I have found you easily. Don't +you know that the whole world is my lodge and that you can never get +outside of it, if you run your foolish legs off? Don't you know that I +light all of my lodge every day and search it carefully? Don't you +know that nothing can hide from me and live? I shall not harm you this +time, but I warn you now, that if you ever steal from me again, I will +hurt you badly. Now go, and don't let me catch you stealing again!' +</P> + +<P> +"Away went OLD-man, and on toward the west went the busy Sun. That is +all. +</P> + +<P> +"Now go to bed; for I would talk of other things with my friend, who +knows of war as I do. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="conscience"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +OLD-MAN AND HIS CONSCIENCE +</H3> + +<P> +Not so many miles away from the village, the great mountain range so +divides the streams that are born there, that their waters are offered +as tribute to the Atlantic, Pacific, and Arctic Oceans. In this +wonderful range the Indians believe the winds are made, and that they +battle for supremacy over Gunsight Pass. I have heard an old story, +too, that is said to have been generally believed by the Blackfeet, in +which a monster bull-elk that lives in Gunsight Pass lords it over the +winds. This elk creates the North wind by "flapping" one of his ears, +and the South wind by the same use of his other. I am inclined to +believe that the winds are made in that Pass, myself, for there they +are seldom at rest, especially at this season of the year. +</P> + +<P> +To-night the wind was blowing from the north, and filmy white clouds +were driven across the face of the nearly full moon, momentarily +veiling her light. Lodge poles creaked and strained at every heavy +gust, and sparks from the fires inside the lodges sped down the wind, +to fade and die. +</P> + +<P> +In his lodge War Eagle waited for us, and when we entered he greeted us +warmly, but failed to mention the gale. "I have been waiting," he +said. "You are late and the story I shall tell you is longer than many +of the others." Without further delay the story-telling commenced. +</P> + +<P> +"Once OLD-man came upon a lodge in the forest. It was a fine one, and +painted with strange signs. Smoke was curling from the top, and thus +he knew that the person who lived there was at home. Without calling +or speaking, he entered the lodge and saw a man sitting by the fire +smoking his pipe. The man didn't speak, nor did he offer his pipe to +OLD-man, as our people do when they are glad to see visitors. He +didn't even look at his guest, but OLD-man has no good manners at all. +He couldn't see that he wasn't wanted, as he looked about the man's +lodge and made himself at home. The linings were beautiful and were +painted with fine skill. The lodge was clean and the fire was bright, +but there was no woman about. +</P> + +<P> +"Leaning against a fine back-rest, OLD-man filled his own pipe and +lighted it with a coal from the man's fire. Then he began to smoke and +look around, wondering why the man acted so queerly. He saw a star +that shone down through the smoke-hole, and the tops of several trees +that were near the lodge. Then he saw a woman—way up in a tree top +and right over the lodge. She looked young and beautiful and tall. +</P> + +<P> +"'Whose woman is that up there in the tree top?' asked OLD-man. +</P> + +<P> +"'She's your woman if you can catch her and will marry her,' growled +the man; 'but you will have to live here and help me make a living.' +</P> + +<P> +"'I'll try to catch her, and if I do I will marry her and stay here, +for I am a great hunter and can easily kill what meat we want,' said +Old-man. +</P> + +<P> +"He went out of the lodge and climbed the tree after the woman. She +screamed, but he caught her and held her, although she scratched him +badly. He carried her into the lodge and there renewed his promise to +stay there always. The man married them, and they were happy for four +days, but on the fifth morning OLD-man was gone—gone with all the +dried meat in the lodge—the thief. +</P> + +<P> +"When they were sure that the rascal had run away the woman began to +cry, but not so the man. He got his bow and arrows and left the lodge +in anger. There was snow on the ground and the man took the track of +OLD-man, intending to catch and kill him. +</P> + +<P> +"The track was fresh and the man started on a run, for he was a good +hunter and as fast as a Deer. Of course he gained on OLD-man, who was +a much slower traveller; and the Sun was not very high when the old +thief stopped on a hilltop to look back. He saw the man coming fast. +</P> + +<P> +"'This will never do,' he said to himself. 'That queer person will +catch me. I know what I shall do; I shall turn myself into a dead +Bull-Elk and lie down. Then he will pass me and I can go where I +please.' +</P> + +<P> +"He took off his moccasins and said to them: 'Moccasins, go on toward +the west. Keep going and making plain tracks in the snow toward the +big-water where the Sun sleeps. The queer-one will follow you, and +when you pass out of the snowy country, you can lose him. Go quickly +for he is close upon us.' +</P> + +<P> +"The moccasins ran away as OLD-man wanted them to, and they made plain +tracks in the snow leading away toward the big-water. OLD-man turned +into a dead Bull-Elk and stretched himself near the tracks the +moccasins had made. +</P> + +<P> +"Up the hill came the man, his breath short from running. He saw the +dead Elk, and thought it might be OLD-man playing a trick. He was +about to shoot an arrow into the dead Elk to make sure; but just as he +was about to let the arrow go, he saw the tracks the moccasins had +made. Of course he thought the moccasins were on OLD-man's feet, and +that the carcass was really that of a dead Elk. He was badly fooled +and took the tracks again. On and on he went, following the moccasins +over hills and rivers. Faster than before went the man, and still +faster travelled the empty moccasins, the trail growing dimmer and +dimmer as the daylight faded. All day long, and all of the night the +man followed the tracks without rest or food, and just at daybreak he +came to the shore of the big-water. There, right by the water's edge, +stood the empty moccasins, side by side. +</P> + +<P> +"The man turned and looked back. His eyes were red and his legs were +trembling. 'Caw—caw, caw,' he heard a Crow say. Right over his head +he saw the black bird and knew him, too. +</P> + +<P> +"'Ho! OLD-man, you were in that dead Bull-Elk. You fooled me, and now +you are a Crow. You think you will escape me, do you? Well, you will +not; for I, too, know magic, and am wise.' +</P> + +<P> +"With a stick the man drew a circle in the sand. Then he stood within +the ring and sang a song. OLD-man was worried and watched the strange +doings from the air overhead. Inside the circle the man began to whirl +about so rapidly that he faded from sight, and from the centre of the +circle there came an Eagle. Straight at the Crow flew the Eagle, and +away toward the mountains sped the Crow, in fright. +</P> + +<P> +"The Crow knew that the Eagle would catch him, so that as soon as he +reached the trees on the mountains he turned himself into a Wren and +sought the small bushes under the tall trees. The Eagle saw the +change, and at once began turning over and over in the air. When he +had reached the ground, instead of an Eagle a Sparrow-hawk chased the +Wren. Now the chase was fast indeed, for no place could the Wren find +in which to hide from the Sparrow-hawk. Through the brush, into trees, +among the weeds and grass, flew the Wren with the Hawk close behind. +Once the Sparrow-hawk picked a feather from the Wren's tail—so close +was he to his victim. It was nearly over with the Wren, when he +suddenly came to a park along a river's side. In this park were a +hundred lodges of our people, and before a fine lodge there sat the +daughter of the chief. It was growing dark and chilly, but still she +sat there looking at the river. The Sparrow-hawk was striking at the +Wren with his beak and talons, when the Wren saw the young-woman and +flew straight to her. So swift he flew that the young-woman didn't see +him at all, but she felt something strike her hand, and when she looked +she saw a bone ring on her finger. This frightened her, and she ran +inside the lodge, where the fire kept the shadows from coming. OLD-man +had changed into the ring, of course, and the Sparrow-hawk didn't dare +to go into the lodge; so he stopped outside and listened. This is what +he heard OLD-man say: +</P> + +<P> +"'Don't be frightened, young-woman, I am neither a Wren nor a ring. I +am OLD-man and that Sparrow-hawk has chased me all the day and for +nothing. I have never done him harm, and he bothers me without reason.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Liar—forked-tongue,' cried the Sparrow-hawk. 'Believe him not, +young-woman. He has done wrong. He is wicked and I am not a +Sparrow-hawk, but conscience. Like an arrow I travel, straight and +fast. When he lies or steals from his friends I follow him. I talk +all the time and he hears me, but lies to himself, and says he does not +hear. You know who I am, young-woman, I am what talks inside a person.' +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man heard what the Sparrow-hawk said, and he was ashamed for once +in his life. He crawled out of the lodge. Into the shadows he ran +away—away into the night, and the darkness—away from himself! +</P> + +<P> +"You see," said War Eagle, as he reached for his pipe, "OLD-man knew +that he had done wrong, and his heart troubled him, just as yours will +bother you if you do not listen to the voice that speaks within +yourselves. Whenever that voice says a thing is wicked, it is +wicked—no matter who says it is not. Yes—it is very hard for a man +to hide from himself. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="treachery"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +OLD-MAN'S TREACHERY +</H3> + +<P> +The next afternoon Muskrat and Fine Bow went hunting. They hid +themselves in some brush which grew beside an old game trail that +followed the river, and there waited for a chance deer. +</P> + +<P> +Chickadees hopped and called, "chick-a-de-de-de" in the willows and +wild-rose bushes that grew near their hiding-place; and the gentle +little birds with their pretty coats were often within a few inches of +the hands of the young hunters. In perfect silence they watched and +admired these little friends, while glance or smile conveyed their +appreciation of the bird-visits to each other. +</P> + +<P> +The wind was coming down the stream, and therefore the eyes of the boys +seldom left the trail in that direction; for from that quarter an +approaching deer would be unwarned by the ever-busy breeze. A rabbit +came hopping down the game trail in believed perfect security, passing +so close to Fine Bow that he could not resist the desire to strike at +him with an arrow. Both boys were obliged to cover their mouths with +their open hands to keep from laughing aloud at the surprise and speed +shown by the frightened bunny, as he scurried around a bend in the +trail, with his white, pudgy tail bobbing rapidly. +</P> + +<P> +They had scarcely regained their composure and silence when, "snap!" +went a dry stick. The sharp sound sent a thrill through the hearts of +the boys, and instantly they became rigidly watchful. Not a leaf could +move on the ground now—not a bush might bend or a bird pass and escape +being seen by the four sharp eyes that peered from the brush in the +direction indicated by the sound of the breaking stick. Two hearts +beat loudly as Fine Bow fitted his arrow to the bowstring. Tense and +expectant they waited—yes, it was a deer—a buck, too, and he was +coming down the trail, alert and watchful—down the trail that he had +often travelled and knew so well. Yes, he had followed his mother +along that trail when he was but a spotted fawn—now he wore antlers, +and was master of his own ways. On he came—nearly to the brush that +hid the hunters, when, throwing his beautiful head high in the air, he +stopped, turning his side a trifle. +</P> + +<P> +Zipp—went the arrow and, kicking out behind, away went the buck, +crashing through willows and alders that grew in his way, until he was +out of sight. Then all was still, save the chick-a-de-de-de, +chick-a-de-de-de, that came constantly from the bushes about them. +</P> + +<P> +Out from the cover came the hunters, and with ready bow they followed +along the trail. Yes—there was blood on a log, and more on the dead +leaves. The arrow had found its mark and they must go slowly in their +trailing, lest they lose the meat. For two hours they followed the +wounded animal, and at last came upon him in a willow thicket—sick +unto death, for the arrow was deep in his paunch. His sufferings were +ended by another arrow, and the chase was done. +</P> + +<P> +With their knives the boys dressed the buck, and then went back to the +camp to tell the women where the meat could be found—just as the men +do. It was their first deer; and pride shone in their faces as they +told their grandfather that night in the lodge. +</P> + +<P> +"That is good," War Eagle replied, as the boys finished telling of +their success. "That is good, if your mother needed the meat, but it +is wrong to kill when you have plenty, lest Manitou be angry. There is +always enough, but none to waste, and the hunter who kills more than he +needs is wicked. To-night I shall tell you what happened to OLD-man +when he did that. Yes, and he got into trouble over it. +</P> + +<P> +"One day in the fall when the leaves were yellow, and the Deer-people +were dressed in their blue robes—when the Geese and Duck-people were +travelling to the country where water does not freeze, and where +flowers never die, OLD-man was travelling on the plains. +</P> + +<P> +"Near sundown he saw two Buffalo-Bulls feeding on a steep hillside; but +he had no bow and arrow with him. He was hungry, and began to think of +some way to kill one of the Bulls for meat. Very soon he thought out a +plan, for he is cunning always. +</P> + +<P> +"He ran around the hill out of sight of the Bulls, and there made two +men out of grass and sage-brush. They were dummies, of course, but he +made them to look just like real men, and then armed each with a wooden +knife of great length. Then he set them in the position of fighting; +made them look as though they were about to fight each other with the +knives. When he had them both fixed to suit, he ran back to the place +where the Buffalo were calling: +</P> + +<P> +"'Ho! brothers, wait for me—do not run away. There are two fine men +on the other side of this hill, and they are quarrelling. They will +surely fight unless we stop them. It all started over you two Bulls, +too. One of the men says you are fat and fine, and the other claims +you are poor and skinny. Don't let our brothers fight over such a +foolish thing as that. It would be wicked. Now I can decide it, if +you will let me feel all over you to see if you are fat or poor. Then +I will go back to the men and settle the trouble by telling them the +truth. Stand still and let me feel your sides—quick, lest the fight +begin while I am away.' +</P> + +<P> +"'All right,' said the Bulls, 'but don't you tickle us.' Then OLD-man +walked up close and commenced to feel about the Bulls' sides; but his +heart was bad. From his robe he slipped his great knife, and slyly +felt about till he found the spot where the heart beats, and then +stabbed the knife into the place, clear up to the hilt. +</P> + +<P> +"Both of the Bulls died right away, and OLD-man laughed at the trick he +had played upon them. Then he gave a knife to both of his hands, and +said: +</P> + +<P> +"'Get to work, both of you! Skin these Bulls while I sit here and boss +you.' +</P> + +<P> +"Both hands commenced to skin the Buffalo, but the right hand was much +the swifter worker. It gained upon the left hand rapidly, and this +made the left hand angry. Finally the left hand called the right hand +'dog-face.' That is the very worst thing you can call a person in our +language, you know, and of course it made the right hand angry. So +crazy and angry was the right hand that it stabbed the left hand, and +then they began to fight in earnest. +</P> + +<P> +"Both cut and slashed till blood covered the animals they were +skinning. All this fighting hurt OLD-man badly, of course, and he +commenced to cry, as women do sometimes. This stopped the fight; but +still OLD-man cried, till, drying his tears, he saw a Red Fox sitting +near the Bulls, watching him. 'Hi, there, you—go away from there! If +you want meat you go and kill it, as I did.' +</P> + +<P> +"Red Fox laughed—'Ha!—Ha!—Ha!—foolish OLD-man—Ha!—ha!' Then he +ran away and told the other Foxes and the Wolves and the Coyotes about +OLD-man's meat. Told them that his own hands couldn't get along with +themselves and that it would be easy to steal it from him. +</P> + +<P> +"They all followed the Red Fox back to the place where OLD-man was, and +there they ate all of the meat—every bit, and polished the bones. +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man couldn't stop them, because he was hurt, you see; but it all +came about through lying and killing more meat than he needed. Yes—he +lied and that is bad, but his hands got to quarrelling between +themselves, and family quarrels are always bad. Do not lie; do not +quarrel. It is bad. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="nighthawk"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHY THE NIGHT-HAWK'S WINGS ARE BEAUTIFUL +</H3> + +<P> +I was awakened by the voice of the camp-crier, and although it was yet +dark I listened to his message. +</P> + +<P> +The camp was to move. All were to go to the mouth of the Maria's—"The +River That Scolds at the Other"—the Indians call this stream, that +disturbs the waters of the Missouri with its swifter flood. +</P> + +<P> +On through the camp the crier rode, and behind him the lodge-fires +glowed in answer to his call. The village was awake, and soon the +thunder of hundreds of hoofs told me that the pony-bands were being +driven into camp, where the faithful were being roped for the journey. +Fires flickered in the now fading darkness, and down came the lodges as +though wizard hands had touched them. Before the sun had come to light +the world, we were on our way to "The River That Scolds at the Other." +</P> + +<P> +Not a cloud was in the sky, and the wind was still. The sun came and +touched the plains and hilltops with the light that makes all wild +things glad. Here and there a jack-rabbit scurried away, often +followed by a pack of dogs, and sometimes, though not often, they were +overtaken and devoured on the spot. Bands of graceful antelope bounded +out of our way, stopping on a knoll to watch the strange procession +with wondering eyes, and once we saw a dust-cloud raised by a moving +herd of buffalo, in the distance. +</P> + +<P> +So the day wore on, the scene constantly changing as we travelled. +Wolves and coyotes looked at us from almost every knoll and hilltop; +and sage-hens sneaked to cover among the patches of sage-brush, +scarcely ten feet away from our ponies. Toward sundown we reached a +grove of cottonwoods near the mouth of the Maria's, and in an +incredibly short space of time the lodges took form. Soon, from out +the tops of a hundred camps, smoke was curling just as though the +lodges had been there always, and would forever remain. +</P> + +<P> +As soon as supper was over I found the children, and together we sought +War Eagle's lodge. He was in a happy mood and insisted upon smoking +two pipes before commencing his story-telling. At last he said: +</P> + +<P> +"To-night I shall tell you why the Nighthawk wears fine clothes. My +grandfather told me about it when I was young. I am sure you have seen +the Night-hawk sailing over you, dipping and making that strange noise. +Of course there is a reason for it. +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man was travelling one day in the springtime; but the weather was +fine for that time of year. He stopped often and spoke to the +bird-people and to the animal-people, for he was in good humor that +day. He talked pleasantly with the trees, and his heart grew tender. +That is, he had good thoughts; and of course they made him happy. +Finally he felt tired and sat down to rest on a big, round stone—the +kind of stone our white friend there calls a bowlder. Here he rested +for a while, but the stone was cold, and he felt it through his robe; +so he said: +</P> + +<P> +"'Stone, you seem cold to-day. You may have my robe. I have hundreds +of robes in my camp, and I don't need this one at all.' That was a lie +he told about having so many robes. All he had was the one he wore. +</P> + +<P> +"He spread his robe over the stone, and then started down the hill, +naked, for it was really a fine day. But storms hide in the mountains, +and are never far away when it is springtime. Soon it began to +snow—then the wind blew from the north with a good strength behind it. +OLD-man said: +</P> + +<P> +"'Well, I guess I do need that robe myself, after all. That stone +never did anything for me anyhow. Nobody is ever good to a stone. +I'll just go back and get my robe.' +</P> + +<P> +"Back he went and found the stone. Then he pulled the robe away, and +wrapped it about himself. Ho! but that made the stone angry—Ho! +OLD-man started to run down the hill, and the stone ran after him. Ho! +it was a funny race they made, over the grass, over smaller stones, and +over logs that lay in the way, but OLD-man managed to keep ahead until +he stubbed his toe on a big sage-brush, and fell—swow! +</P> + +<P> +"'Now I have you!' cried the stone—'now I'll kill you, too! Now I +will teach you to give presents and then take them away,' and the stone +rolled right on top of OLD-man, and sat on his back. +</P> + +<P> +"It was a big stone, you see, and OLD-man couldn't move it at all. He +tried to throw off the stone but failed. He squirmed and twisted—no +use—the stone held him fast. He called the stone some names that are +not good; but that never helps any. At last he began to call: +</P> + +<P> +"'Help!—Help!—Help!' but nobody heard him except the Night-hawk, and +he told the OLD-man that he would help him all he could; so he flew +away up in the air—so far that he looked like a black speck. Then he +came down straight and struck that rock an awful blow—'swow!'—and +broke it in two pieces. Indeed he did. The blow was so great that it +spoiled the Night-hawk's bill, forever—made it queer in shape, and +jammed his head, so that it is queer, too. But he broke the rock, and +OLD-man stood upon his feet. +</P> + +<P> +"'Thank you, Brother Night-hawk,' said OLD-man, 'now I will do +something for you. I am going to make you different from other +birds—make you so people will always notice you.' +</P> + +<P> +"You know that when you break a rock the powdered stone is white, like +snow; and there is always some of the white powder whenever you break a +rock, by pounding it. Well, Old-man took some of the fine powdered +stone and shook it on the Night-hawk's wings in spots and stripes—made +the great white stripes you have seen on his wings, and told him that +no other bird could have such marks on his clothes. +</P> + +<P> +"All the Night-hawk's children dress the same way now; and they always +will as long as there are Night-hawks. Of course their clothes make +them proud; and that is why they keep at flying over people's +heads—soaring and dipping and turning all the time, to show off their +pretty wings. +</P> + +<P> +"That is all for to-night. Muskrat, tell your father I would run +Buffalo with him tomorrow—Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="lion"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHY THE MOUNTAIN-LION IS LONG AND LEAN +</H3> + +<P> +Have you ever seen the plains in the morning—a June morning, when the +spurred lark soars and sings—when the plover calls, and the curlew +pipes his shriller notes to the rising sun? Then is there music, +indeed, for no bird outsings the spurred lark; and thanks to OLD-man he +is not wanting in numbers, either. The plains are wonderful then—more +wonderful than they are at this season of the year; but at all times +they beckon and hold one as in a spell, especially when they are backed +or bordered by a snow-capped mountain range. Looking toward the east +they are boundless, but on their western edge superb mountains rear +themselves. +</P> + +<P> +All over this vast country the Indians roamed, following the great +buffalo herds as did the wolves, and making their living with the bow +and lance, since the horse came to them. In the very old days the +"piskun" was used, and buffalo were enticed to follow a fantastically +dressed man toward a cliff, far enough to get the herd moving in that +direction, when the "buffalo-man" gained cover, and hidden Indians +raised from their hiding places behind the animals, and drove them over +the cliff, where they were killed in large numbers. +</P> + +<P> +Not until Cortez came with his cavalry from Spain, were there horses on +this continent, and then generations passed ere the plains tribes +possessed this valuable animal, that so materially changed their lives. +Dogs dragged the Indian's travois or packed his household goods in the +days before the horse came, and for hundreds—perhaps thousands of +years, these people had no other means of transporting their goods and +chattels. As the Indian is slow to forget or change the ways of his +father, we should pause before we brand him as wholly improvident, I +think. +</P> + +<P> +He has always been a family-man, has the Indian, and small children had +to be carried, as well as his camp equipage. Wolf-dogs had to be fed, +too, in some way, thus adding to his burden; for it took a great many +to make it possible for him to travel at all. +</P> + +<P> +When the night came and we visited War Eagle, we found he had other +company—so we waited until their visit was ended before settling +ourselves to hear the story that he might tell us. +</P> + +<P> +"The Crows have stolen some of our best horses," said War Eagle, as +soon as the other guests had gone. "That is all right—we shall get +them back, and more, too. The Crows have only borrowed those horses +and will pay for their use with others of their own. To-night I shall +tell you why the Mountain lion is so long and thin and why he wears +hair that looks singed. I shall also tell you why that person's nose +is black, because it is part of the story. +</P> + +<P> +"A long time ago the Mountain-lion was a short, thick-set person. I am +sure you didn't guess that. He was always a great thief like OLD-man, +but once he went too far, as you shall see. +</P> + +<P> +"One day OLD-man was on a hilltop, and saw smoke curling up through the +trees, away off on the far side of a gulch. 'Ho!' he said, 'I wonder +who builds fires except me. I guess I will go and find out.' +</P> + +<P> +"He crossed the gulch and crept carefully toward the smoke. When he +got quite near where the fire was, he stopped and listened. He heard +some loud laughing but could not see who it was that felt so glad and +gay. Finally he crawled closer and peeked through the brush toward the +fire. Then he saw some Squirrel-people, and they were playing some +sort of game. They were running and laughing, and having a big time, +too. What do you think they were doing? They were running about the +fire—all chasing one Squirrel. As soon as the Squirrel was caught, +they would bury him in the ashes near the fire until he cried; then +they would dig him out in a hurry. Then another Squirrel would take +the lead and run until he was caught, as the other had been. In turn +the captive would submit to being buried, and so on—while the racing +and laughing continued. They never left the buried one in the ashes +after he cried, but always kept their promise and dug him out, right +away. +</P> + +<P> +"'Say, let me play, won't you?' asked OLD-man. But the +Squirrel-people all ran away, and he had a hard time getting them to +return to the fire. +</P> + +<P> +"'You can't play this game,' replied the Chief-Squirrel, after they had +returned to the fire. +</P> + +<P> +"'Yes, I can,' declared OLD-man, 'and you may bury me first, but be +sure to dig me out when I cry, and not let me burn, for those ashes are +hot near the fire.' +</P> + +<P> +"'All right,' said the Chief-Squirrel, 'we will let you play. Lie +down,'—and OLD-Man did lie down near the fire. Then the Squirrels +began to laugh and bury OLD-man in the ashes, as they did their own +kind. In no time at all OLD-man cried: 'Ouch!—you are burning +me—quick!—dig me out.' +</P> + +<P> +"True to their promise, the Squirrel-people dug OLD-man out of the +ashes, and laughed at him because he cried so quickly. +</P> + +<P> +"'Now, it is my turn to cover the captive,' said OLD-man, 'and as there +are so many of you, I have a scheme that will make the game funnier and +shorter. All of you lie down at once in a row. Then I will cover you +all at one time. When you cry—I will dig you out right away and the +game will be over.' +</P> + +<P> +"They didn't know OLD-man very well; so they said, 'all right,' and +then they all laid down in a row about the fire. +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man buried them all in the ashes—then he threw some more wood on +the fire and went away and left them. Every Squirrel there was in the +world was buried in the ashes except one woman Squirrel, and she told +OLD-man she couldn't play and had to go home. If she hadn't gone, +there might not be any Squirrels in this world right now. Yes, it is +lucky that she went home. +</P> + +<P> +"For a minute or so OLD-man watched the fire as it grew hotter, and +then went down to a creek where willows grew and made himself a great +plate by weaving them together. When he had finished making the plate, +he returned to the fire, and it had burned low again. He laughed at +his wicked work, and a Raven, flying over just then, called him +'forked-tongue,' or liar, but he didn't mind that at all. OLD-man cut +a long stick and began to dig out the Squirrel-people. One by one he +fished them out of the hot ashes; and they were roasted fine and were +ready to eat. As he fished them out he counted them, and laid them on +the willow plate he had made. When he had dug out the last one, he +took the plate to the creek and there sat down to eat the Squirrels, +for he was hungry, as usual. OLD-man is a big eater, but he couldn't +eat all of the Squirrels at once, and while eating he fell asleep with +the great plate in his lap. +</P> + +<P> +"Nobody knows how long it was that he slept, but when he waked his +plate of Squirrels was gone—gone completely. He looked behind him; he +looked about him; but the plate was surely gone. Ho! But he was +angry. He stamped about in the brush and called aloud to those who +might hear him; but nobody answered, and then he started to look for +the thief. OLD-man has sharp eyes, and he found the trail in the grass +where somebody had passed while he slept. 'Ho!' he said, 'the +Mountain-lion has stolen my Squirrels. I see his footprints; see where +he has mashed the grass as he walked with those soft feet of his; but I +shall find him, for I made him and know all his ways.' +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man got down on his hands and knees to walk as the Bear-people do, +just as he did that night in the Sun's lodge, and followed the trail of +the Mountain-lion over the hills and through the swamps. At last he +came to a place where the grass was all bent down, and there he found +his willow plate, but it was empty. That was the place where the +Mountain-lion had stopped to eat the rest of the Squirrels, you know; +but he didn't stay there long because he expected that OLD-man would +try to follow him. +</P> + +<P> +"The Mountain-lion had eaten so much that he was sleepy and, after +travelling a while after he had eaten the Squirrels, he thought he +would rest. He hadn't intended to go to sleep; but he crawled upon a +big stone near the foot of a hill and sat down where he could see a +long way. Here his eyes began to wink, and his head began to nod, and +finally he slept. +</P> + +<P> +"Without stopping once, OLD-man kept on the trail. That is what +counts—sticking right to the thing you are doing—and just before +sundown OLD-man saw the sleeping Lion. Carefully, lest he wake the +sleeper, OLD-man crept close, being particular not to move a stone or +break a twig; for the Mountain-lion is much faster than men are, you +see; and if OLD-man had wakened the Lion, he would never have caught +him again, perhaps. Little by little he crept to the stone where the +Mountain-lion was dreaming, and at last grabbed him by the tail. It +wasn't much of a tail then, but enough for OLD-man to hold to. Ho! +The Lion was scared and begged hard, saying: +</P> + +<P> +"'Spare me, OLD-man. You were full and I was hungry. I had to have +something to eat; had to get my living. Please let me go and do not +hurt me.' Ho! OLD-man was angry—more angry than he was when he waked +and found that he had been robbed, because he had travelled so far on +his hands and knees. +</P> + +<P> +"'I'll show you. I'll teach you. I'll fix you, right now. Steal from +me, will you? Steal from the man that made you, you night-prowling +rascal!' +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man put his foot behind the Mountain-lion's head, and, still +holding the tail, pulled hard and long, stretching the Lion out to +great length. He squalled and cried, but OLD-man kept pulling until he +nearly broke the Mountain-lion in two pieces—until he couldn't stretch +him any more. Then OLD-man put his foot on the Mountain-lion's back, +and, still holding the tail, stretched that out until the tail was +nearly as long as the body. +</P> + +<P> +"'There, you thief—now you are too long and lean to get fat, and you +shall always look just like that. Your children shall all grow to look +the same way, just to pay you for your stealing from the man that made +you. Come on with me'; and he dragged the poor Lion back to the place +where the fire was, and there rolled him in the hot ashes, singeing his +robe till it looked a great deal like burnt hair. Then OLD-man stuck +the Lion's nose against the burnt logs and blackened it some—that is +why his face looks as it does to-day. +</P> + +<P> +"The Mountain-lion was lame and sore, but OLD-man scolded him some more +and told him that it would take lots more food to keep him after that, +and that he would have to work harder to get his living, to pay for +what he had done. Then he said, 'go now, and remember all the +Mountain-lions that ever live shall look just as you do.' And they do, +too! +</P> + +<P> +"That is the story—that is why the Mountain-lion is so long and lean, +but he is no bigger thief than OLD-man, nor does he tell any more lies. +Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="fireleggings"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE FIRE-LEGGINGS +</H3> + +<P> +There had been a sudden change in the weather. A cold rain was +falling, and the night comes early when the clouds hang low. The +children loved a bright fire, and to-night War Eagle's lodge was light +as day. Away off on the plains a wolf was howling, and the rain +pattered upon the lodge as though it never intended to quit. It was a +splendid night for story-telling, and War Eagle filled and lighted the +great stone pipe, while the children made themselves comfortable about +the fire. +</P> + +<P> +A spark sprang from the burning sticks, and fell upon Fine Bow's bare +leg. They all laughed heartily at the boy's antics to rid himself of +the burning coal; and as soon as the laughing ceased War Eagle laid +aside the pipe. An Indian's pipe is large to look at, but holds little +tobacco. +</P> + +<P> +"See your shadows on the lodge wall?" asked the old warrior. The +children said they saw them, and he continued: +</P> + +<P> +"Some day I will tell you a story about them, and how they drew the +arrows of our enemies, but to-night I am going to tell you of the great +fire-leggings. +</P> + +<P> +"It was long before there were men and women on the world, but my +grandfather told me what I shall now tell you. +</P> + +<P> +"The gray light that hides the night-stars was creeping through the +forests, and the wind the Sun sends to warn the people of his coming +was among the fir tops. Flowers, on slender stems, bent their heads +out of respect for the herald-wind's Master, and from the dead top of a +pine-tree the Yellowhammer beat upon his drum and called 'the Sun is +awake—all hail the Sun!' +</P> + +<P> +"Then the bush-birds began to sing the song of the morning, and from +alders the Robins joined, until all live things were awakened by the +great music. Where the tall ferns grew, the Doe waked her Fawns, and +taught them to do homage to the Great Light. In the creeks, where the +water was still and clear, and where throughout the day, like a +delicate damaskeen, the shadows of leaves that overhang would lie, the +Speckled Trout broke the surface of the pool in his gladness of the +coming day. Pine-squirrels chattered gayly, and loudly proclaimed what +the wind had told; and all the shadows were preparing for a great +journey to the Sand Hills, where the ghost-people dwell. +</P> + +<P> +"Under a great spruce-tree—where the ground was soft and dry, OLD-man +slept. The joy that thrilled creation disturbed him not, although the +Sun was near. The bird-people looked at the sleeper in wonder, but the +Pine squirrel climbed the great spruce-tree with a pine-cone in his +mouth. Quickly he ran out on the limb that spread over OLD-man, and +dropped the cone on the sleeper's face. Then he scolded OLD-man, +saying: 'Get up—get up—lazy one—lazy one—get up—get up.' +</P> + +<P> +"Rubbing his eyes in anger, OLD-man sat up and saw the Sun coming—his +hunting leggings slipping through the thickets—setting them afire, +till all the Deer and Elk ran out and sought new places to hide. +</P> + +<P> +"'Ho, Sun!' called OLD-man, 'those are mighty leggings you wear. No +wonder you are a great hunter. Your leggings set fire to all the +thickets, and by the light you can easily see the Deer and Elk; they +cannot hide. Ho! Give them to me and I shall then be the great hunter +and never be hungry.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Good,' said the Sun, 'take them, and let me see you wear my leggings.' +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man was glad in his heart, for he was lazy, and now he thought he +could kill the game without much work, and that he could be a great +hunter—as great as the Sun. He put on the leggings and at once began +to hunt the thickets, for he was hungry. Very soon the leggings began +to burn his legs. The faster he travelled the hotter they grew, until +in pain he cried out to the Sun to come and take back his leggings; but +the Sun would not hear him. On and on OLD-man ran. Faster and faster +he flew through the country, setting fire to the brush and grass as he +passed. Finally he came to a great river, and jumped in. +Sizzzzzzz—the water said, when OLD-man's legs touched it. It cried +out, as it does when it is sprinkled upon hot stones in the +sweat-lodge, for the leggings were very hot. But standing in the cool +water OLD-man took off the leggings and threw them out upon the shore, +where the Sun found them later in the day. +</P> + +<P> +"The Sun's clothes were too big for OLD-man, and his work too great. +</P> + +<P> +"We should never ask to do the things which Manitou did not intend us +to do. If we keep this always in mind we shall never get into trouble. +</P> + +<P> +"Be yourselves always. That is what Manitou intended. Never blame the +Wolf for what he does. He was made to do such things. Now I want you +to go to your fathers' lodges and sleep. To-morrow night I will tell +you why there are so many snakes in the world. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="moon"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE MOON AND THE GREAT SNAKE +</H3> + +<P> +The rain had passed; the moon looked down from a clear sky, and the +bushes and dead grass smelled wet, after the heavy storm. A cottontail +ran into a clump of wild-rose bushes near War Eagle's lodge, and some +dogs were close behind the frightened animal, as he gained cover. +Little Buffalo Calf threw a stone into the bushes, scaring the rabbit +from his hiding-place, and away went bunny, followed by the yelping +pack. We stood and listened until the noise of the chase died away, +and then went into the lodge, where we were greeted, as usual, by War +Eagle. To-night he smoked; but with greater ceremony, and I suspected +that it had something to do with the forthcoming story. Finally he +said: +</P> + +<P> +"You have seen many Snakes, I suppose?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," replied the children, "we have seen a great many. In the summer +we see them every day." +</P> + +<P> +"Well," continued the story-teller, "once there was only one Snake on +the whole world, and he was a big one, I tell you. He was pretty to +look at, and was painted with all the colors we know. This snake was +proud of his clothes and had a wicked heart. Most Snakes are wicked, +because they are his relations. +</P> + +<P> +"Now, I have not told you all about it yet, nor will I tell you +to-night, but the Moon is the Sun's wife, and some day I shall tell you +that story, but to-night I am telling you about the Snakes. +</P> + +<P> +"You know that the Sun goes early to bed, and that the Moon most always +leaves before he gets to the lodge. Sometimes this is not so, but that +is part of another story. +</P> + +<P> +"This big Snake used to crawl up a high hill and watch the Moon in the +sky. He was in love with her, and she knew it; but she paid no +attention to him. She liked his looks, for his clothes were fine, and +he was always slick and smooth. This went on for a long time, but she +never talked to him at all. The Snake thought maybe the hill wasn't +high enough, so he found a higher one, and watched the Moon pass, from +the top. Every night he climbed this high hill and motioned to her. +She began to pay more attention to the big Snake, and one morning +early, she loafed at her work a little, and spoke to him. He was +flattered, and so was she, because he said many nice things to her, but +she went on to the Sun's lodge, and left the Snake. +</P> + +<P> +"The next morning very early she saw the Snake again, and this time she +stopped a long time—so long that the Sun had started out from the +lodge before she reached home. He wondered what kept her so long, and +became suspicious of the Snake. He made up his mind to watch, and try +to catch them together. So every morning the Sun left the lodge a +little earlier than before; and one morning, just as he climbed a +mountain, he saw the big Snake talking to the Moon. That made him +angry, and you can't blame him, because his wife was spending her time +loafing with a Snake. +</P> + +<P> +"She ran away; ran to the Sun's lodge and left the Snake on the hill. +In no time the Sun had grabbed him. My, the Sun was angry! The big +Snake begged, and promised never to speak to the Moon again, but the +Sun had him; and he smashed him into thousands of little pieces, all of +different colors from the different parts of his painted body. The +little pieces each turned into a little snake, just as you see them +now, but they were all too small for the Moon to notice after that. +That is how so many Snakes came into the world; and that is why they +are all small, nowadays. +</P> + +<P> +"Our people do not like the Snake-people very well, but we know that +they were made to do something on this world, and that they do it, or +they wouldn't live here. +</P> + +<P> +"That was a short story, but to-morrow night I will tell you why the +Deer-people have no gall on their livers; and why the Antelope-people +do not wear dew-claws, for you should know that there are no other +animals with cloven hoofs that are like them in this. +</P> + +<P> +"I am tired to-night, and I will ask that you go to your lodges, that I +may sleep, for I am getting old. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="deer"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHY THE DEER HAS NO GALL +</H3> + +<P> +Bright and early the next morning the children were playing on the bank +of "The River That Scolds the Other," when Fine Bow said: +</P> + +<P> +"Let us find a Deer's foot, and the foot of an Antelope and look at +them, for to-night grandfather will tell us why the Deer has the +dew-claws, and why the Antelope has none." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, and let us ask mother if the Deer has no gall on its liver. +Maybe she can show both the liver of a Deer and that of an Antelope; +then we can see for ourselves," said Bluebird. +</P> + +<P> +So they began to look about where the hides had been grained for +tanning; and sure enough, there were the feet of both the antelope and +the deer. On the deer's feet, or legs, they found the dew-claws, but +on the antelope there were none. This made them all anxious to know +why these animals, so nearly alike, should differ in this way. +</P> + +<P> +Bluebird's mother passed the children on her way to the river for +water, and the little girl asked: "Say, mother, does the Deer have gall +on his liver?" +</P> + +<P> +"No, my child, but the Antelope does; and your grandfather will tell +you why if you ask him." +</P> + +<P> +That night in the lodge War Eagle placed before his grandchildren the +leg of a deer and the leg of an antelope, as well as the liver of a +deer and the liver of an antelope. +</P> + +<P> +"See for yourselves that this thing is true, before I tell you why it +is so, and how it happened." +</P> + +<P> +"We see," they replied, "and to-day we found that these strange things +are true, but we don't know why, grandfather." +</P> + +<P> +"Of course you don't know why. Nobody knows that until he is told, and +now I shall tell you, so you will always know, and tell your children, +that they, too, may know. +</P> + +<P> +"It was long, long ago, of course. All these things happened long ago +when the world was young, as you are now. It was on a summer morning, +and the Deer was travelling across the plains country to reach the +mountains on the far-off side, where he had relatives. He grew +thirsty, for it was very warm, and stopped to drink from a water-hole +on the plains. When he had finished drinking he looked up, and there +was his own cousin, the Antelope, drinking near him. +</P> + +<P> +"'Good morning, cousin,' said the Deer. 'It is a warm morning and +water tastes good, doesn't it?' +</P> + +<P> +"'Yes,' replied the Antelope, 'it is warm to-day, but I can beat you +running, just the same.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Ha-ha!' laughed the Deer—'you beat me running? Why, you can't run +half as fast as I can, but if you want to run a race let us bet +something. What shall it be?' +</P> + +<P> +"'I will bet you my gall-sack,' replied the Antelope. +</P> + +<P> +"'Good,' said the Deer, 'but let us run toward that range of mountains, +for I am going that way, anyhow, to see my relations.' +</P> + +<P> +"'All right,' said the Antelope. 'All ready, and here we go.' +</P> + +<P> +"Away they ran toward the far-off range. All the way the Antelope was +far ahead of the Deer; and just at the foot of the mountains he stopped +to wait for him to catch up. +</P> + +<P> +"Both were out of breath from running, but both declared they had done +their best, and the Deer, being beaten, gave the Antelope his sack of +gall. +</P> + +<P> +"'This ground is too flat for me,' said the Deer. 'Come up the +hillside where the gulches cut the country, and rocks are in our way, +and I will show you how to run. I can't run on flat ground. It's too +easy for me.' another race with you on your own ground, and I think I +can beat you there, too.' +</P> + +<P> +"Together they climbed the hill until they reached a rough country, +when the Deer said: +</P> + +<P> +"'This is my kind of country. Let us run a race here. Whoever gets +ahead and stays there, must keep on running until the other calls on +him to stop.' +</P> + +<P> +"'That suits me,' replied the Antelope, 'but what shall we bet this +time? I don't want to waste my breath for nothing. I'll tell +you—let us bet our dew-claws.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Good. I'll bet you my dew-claws against your own, that I can beat +you again. Are you all ready?—Go!' +</P> + +<P> +"Away they went over logs, over stones and across great gulches that +cut the hills in two. On and on they ran, with the Deer far ahead of +the Antelope. Both were getting tired, when the Antelope called: +</P> + +<P> +"'Hi, there—you! Stop, you can beat me. I give up.' +</P> + +<P> +"So the Deer stopped and waited until the Antelope came up to him, and +they both laughed over the fun, but the Antelope had to give the Deer +his dew-claws, and now he goes without himself. The Deer wears +dew-claws and always will, because of that race, but on his liver there +is no gall, while the Antelope carries a gall-sack like the other +animals with cloven hoofs. +</P> + +<P> +"That is all of that story, but it is too late to tell you another +to-night. If you will come to-morrow evening, I will tell you of some +trouble that OLD-man got into once. He deserved it, for he was wicked, +as you shall see. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="berries"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHY THE INDIANS WHIP THE BUFFALO-BERRIES FROM THE BUSHES +</H3> + +<P> +The Indian believes that all things live again; that all were created +by one and the same power; that nothing was created in vain; and that +in the life beyond the grave he will know all things that he knew here. +In that other world he expects to make his living easier, and not +suffer from hunger or cold; therefore, all things that die must go to +his heaven, in order that he may be supplied with the necessities of +life. +</P> + +<P> +The sun is not the Indian's God, but a personification of the Deity; +His greatest manifestation; His light. +</P> + +<P> +The Indian believes that to each of His creations God gave some +peculiar power, and that the possessors of these special favors are His +lieutenants and keepers of the several special attributes; such as +wisdom, cunning, speed, and the knowledge of healing wounds. These +wonderful gifts, he knew, were bestowed as favors by a common God, and +therefore he revered these powers, and, without jealousy, paid tribute +thereto. +</P> + +<P> +The bear was great in war, because before the horse came, he would +sometimes charge the camps and kill or wound many people. Although +many arrows were sent into his huge carcass, he seldom died. Hence the +Indian was sure that the bear could heal his wounds. That the bear +possessed a great knowledge of roots and berries, the Indian knew, for +he often saw him digging the one and stripping the others from the +bushes. The buffalo, the beaver, the wolf, and the eagle—each +possessed strange powers that commanded the Indian's admiration and +respect, as did many other things in creation. +</P> + +<P> +If about to go to war, the Indian did not ask his God for aid—oh, no. +He realized that God made his enemy, too; and that if He desired that +enemy's destruction, it would be accomplished without man's aid. So +the Indian sang his song to the bear, prayed to the bear, and thus +invoked aid from a brute, and not his God, when he sought to destroy +his fellows. +</P> + +<P> +Whenever the Indian addressed the Great God, his prayer was for life, +and life alone. He is the most religious man I have ever known, as +well as the most superstitious; and there are stories dealing with his +religious faith that are startling, indeed. +</P> + +<P> +"It is the wrong time of year to talk about berries," said War Eagle, +that night in the lodge, "but I shall tell you why your mothers whip +the buffalo-berries from the bushes. OLD-man was the one who started +it, and our people have followed his example ever since. Ho! OLD-man +made a fool of himself that day. +</P> + +<P> +"It was the time when buffalo-berries are red and ripe. All of the +bushes along the rivers were loaded with them, and our people were +about to gather what they needed, when OLD-man changed things, as far +as the gathering was concerned. +</P> + +<P> +"He was travelling along a river, and hungry, as he always was. +Standing on the bank of that river, he saw great clusters of red, ripe +buffalo-berries in the water. They were larger than any berries he had +ever seen, and he said: +</P> + +<P> +"'I guess I will get those berries. They look fine, and I need them. +Besides, some of the people will see them and get them, if I don't.' +</P> + +<P> +"He jumped into the water; looked for the berries; but they were not +there. For a time Old-man stood in the river and looked for the +berries, but they were gone. +</P> + +<P> +"After a while he climbed out on the bank again, and when the water got +smooth once more there were the berries—the same berries, in the same +spot in the water. +</P> + +<P> +"'Ho!—that is a funny thing. I wonder where they hid that time. I +must have those berries!' he said to himself. +</P> + +<P> +"In he went again—splashing the water like a Grizzly Bear. He looked +about him and the berries were gone again. The water was rippling +about him, but there were no berries at all. He felt on the bottom of +the river but they were not there. +</P> + +<P> +"'Well,' he said, 'I will climb out and watch to see where they come +from; then I shall grab them when I hit the water next time.' +</P> + +<P> +"He did that; but he couldn't tell where the berries came from. As +soon as the water settled and became smooth—there were the +berries—the same as before. Ho!—OLD-man was wild; he was angry, I +tell you. And in he went flat on his stomach! He made an awful splash +and mussed the water greatly; but there were no berries. +</P> + +<P> +"'I know what I shall do. I will stay right here and wait for those +berries; that is what I shall do'; and he did. +</P> + +<P> +"He thought maybe somebody was looking at him and would laugh, so he +glanced along the bank. And there, right over the water, he saw the +same bunch of berries on some tall bushes. Don't you see? OLD-man +saw the shadow of the berry-bunch; not the berries. He saw the red +shadow-berries on the water; that was all, and he was such a fool he +didn't know they were not real. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, now he was angry in truth. Now he was ready for war. He +climbed out on the bank again and cut a club. Then he went at the +buffalo-berry bushes and pounded them till all of the red berries fell +upon the ground—till the branches were bare of berries. +</P> + +<P> +"'There,' he said, 'that's what you get for making a fool of the man +who made you. You shall be beaten every year as long as you live, to +pay for what you have done; you and your children, too.' +</P> + +<P> +"That is how it all came about, and that is why your mothers whip the +buffalo-berry bushes and then pick the berries from the ground. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="fox"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +OLD-MAN AND THE FOX +</H3> + +<P> +I am sure that the plains Indian never made nor used the stone +arrow-head. I have heard white men say that they had seen Indians use +them; but I have never found an Indian that ever used them himself, or +knew of their having been used by his people. Thirty years ago I knew +Indians, intimately, who were nearly a hundred years old, who told me +that the stone arrow-head had never been in use in their day, nor had +their fathers used them in their own time. Indians find these +arrow-points just as they find the stone mauls and hammers, which I +have seen them use thousands of times, but they do not make them any +more than they make the stone mauls and hammers. In the old days, both +the head of the lance and the point of the arrow were of bone; even +knives were of bone, but some other people surely made the arrow-points +that are scattered throughout the United States and Europe, I am told. +</P> + +<P> +One night I asked War Eagle if he had ever known the use, by Indians, +of the stone arrow-head, and he said he had not. He told me that just +across the Canadian line there was a small lake, surrounded by trees, +wherein there was an island covered with long reeds and grass. All +about the edge of this island were willows that grew nearly to the +water, but intervening there was a narrow beach of stones. Here, he +said, the stone arrow-heads had been made by little ghost-people who +lived there, and he assured me that he had often seen these strange +little beings when he was a small boy. Whenever his people were camped +by this lake the old folks waked the children at daybreak to see the +inhabitants of this strange island; and always when a noise was made, +or the sun came up, the little people hid away. Often he had seen +their heads above the grass and tiny willows, and his grandfather had +told him that all the stone arrow-heads had been made on that island, +and in war had been shot all over the world, by magic bows. +</P> + +<P> +"No," he said, "I shall not lie to you, my friend. I never saw those +little people shoot an arrow, but there are so many arrows there, and +so many pieces of broken ones, that it proves that my grandfather was +right in what he told me. Besides, nobody could ever sleep on that +island." +</P> + +<P> +I have heard a legend wherein OLD-man, in the beginning, killed an +animal for the people to eat, and then instructed them to use the ribs +of the dead brute to make knives and arrow-points. I have seen +lance-heads, made from shank bones, that were so highly polished that +they resembled pearl, and I have in my possession bone arrow-points +such as were used long ago. Indians do not readily forget their tribal +history, and I have photographed a war-bonnet, made of twisted buffalo +hair, that was manufactured before the present owner's people had, or +ever saw, the horse. The owner of this bonnet has told me that the +stone arrow-head was never used by Indians, and that he knew that +ghost-people made and used them when the world was young. +</P> + +<P> +The bow of the plains Indian was from thirty-six to forty-four inches +long, and made from the wood of the choke-cherry tree. Sometimes bows +were made from the service (or sarvice) berry bush, and this bush +furnished the best material for arrows. I have seen hickory bows among +the plains Indians, too, and these were longer and always straight, +instead of being fashioned like Cupid's weapon. These hickory bows +came from the East, of course, and through trading, reached the plains +country. I have also seen bows covered with the skins of the +bull-snake, or wound with sinew, and bows have been made from the horns +of the elk, in the early days, after a long course of preparation. +</P> + +<P> +Before Lewis and Clark crossed this vast country, the Blackfeet had +traded with the Hudson Bay Company, and steel knives and lance-heads, +bearing the names of English makers, still remain to testify to the +relations existing, in those days, between those famous traders and men +of the Piegan, Blood, and Blackfoot tribes, although it took many years +for traders on our own side of the line to gain their friendship. +Indeed, trappers and traders blamed the Hudson Bay Company for the +feeling of hatred held by the three tribes of Blackfeet for the +"Americans"; and there is no doubt that they were right to some extent, +although the killing of the Blackfoot warrior by Captain Lewis in 1805 +may have been largely to blame for the trouble. Certain it is that for +many years after the killing, the Blackfeet kept traders and trappers +on the dodge unless they were Hudson Bay men, and in 1810 drove the +"American" trappers and traders from their fort at Three-Forks. +</P> + +<P> +It was early when we gathered in War Eagle's lodge, the children and I, +but the story-telling began at once. +</P> + +<P> +"Now I shall tell you a story that will show you how little OLD-man +cared for the welfare of others," said War Eagle. +</P> + +<P> +"It happened in the fall, this thing I shall tell you, and the day was +warm and bright. OLD-man and his brother the Red Fox were travelling +together for company. They were on a hillside when OLD-Man said: 'I am +hungry. Can you not kill a Rabbit or something for us to eat? The +way is long, and I am getting old, you know. You are swift of foot and +cunning, and there are Rabbits among these rocks.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Ever since morning came I have watched for food, but the moon must be +wrong or something, for I see nothing that is good to eat,' replied the +Fox. 'Besides that, my medicine is bad and my heart is weak. You are +great, and I have heard you can do most anything. Many snows have +known your footprints, and the snows make us all wise. I think you are +the one to help, not I.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Listen, brother,' said OLD-man, 'I have neither bow nor +lance—nothing to use in hunting. Your weapons are ever with you—your +great nose and your sharp teeth. Just as we came up this hill I saw +two great Buffalo-Bulls. You were not looking, but I saw them, and if +you will do as I want you to we shall have plenty of meat. This is my +scheme; I shall pull out all of your hair, leaving your body white and +smooth, like that of the fish. I shall leave only the white hair that +grows on the tip of your tail, and that will make you funny to look at. +Then you are to go before the Bulls and commence to dance and act +foolish. Of course the Bulls will laugh at you, and as soon as they +get to laughing you must act sillier than ever. That will make them +laugh so hard that they will fall down and laugh on the ground. When +they fall, I shall come upon them with my knife and kill them. Will +you do as I suggest, brother, or will you starve?' +</P> + +<P> +"'What! Pull out my hair? I shall freeze with no hair on my body, +OLD-man. No—I will not suffer you to pull my hair out when the winter +is so near,' cried the Fox. +</P> + +<P> +"'Ho! It is vanity, my brother, not fear of freezing. If you will do +this we shall have meat for the winter, and a fire to keep us warm. +See, the wind is in the south and warm. There is no danger of +freezing. Come, let me do it,' replied OLD-man. +</P> + +<P> +"'Well—if you are sure that I won't freeze, all right,' said the Fox, +'but I'll bet I'll be sorry.' +</P> + +<P> +"So Old-man pulled out all of the Fox's hair, leaving only the white +tip that grew near the end of his tail. Poor little Red Fox shivered +in the warm breeze that OLD-man told about, and kept telling OLD-man +that the hair-pulling hurt badly. Finally OLD-man finished the job and +laughed at the Fox, saying: 'Why, you make me laugh, too. Now go and +dance before the Bulls, and I shall watch and be ready for my part of +the scheme.' +</P> + +<P> +"Around the hill went the poor Red Fox and found the Bulls. Then he +began to dance before them as OLD-man had told him. The Bulls took one +look at the hairless Fox and began to laugh. My! How they did laugh, +and then the Red Fox stood upon his hind legs and danced some more; +acted sillier, as OLD-man had told him. Louder and louder laughed the +Bulls, until they fell to the ground with their breath short from the +laughing. The Red Fox kept at his antics lest the Bulls get up before +OLD-man reached them; but soon he saw him coming, with a knife in his +hand. +</P> + +<P> +"Running up to the Bulls, OLD-man plunged his knife into their hearts, +and they died. Into the ground ran their blood, and then OLD-man +laughed and said: 'Ho, I am the smart one. I am the real hunter. I +depend on my head for meat—ha!—ha!-ha!' +</P> + +<P> +"Then OLD-man began to dress and skin the Bulls, and he worked hard and +long. In fact it was nearly night when he got the work all done. +</P> + +<P> +"Poor little Red Fox had stood there all the time, and OLD-man never +noticed that the wind had changed and was coming from the north. Yes, +poor Red Fox stood there and spoke no word; said nothing at all, even +when OLD-man had finished. +</P> + +<P> +"'Hi, there, you! what's the matter with you? Are you sorry that we +have meat? Say, answer me!' +</P> + +<P> +"But the Red Fox was frozen stiff—was dead. Yes, the north wind had +killed him while OLD-man worked at the skinning. The Fox had been +caught by the north wind naked, and was dead. OLD-man built a fire and +warmed his hands; that was all he cared for the Red Fox, and that is +all he cared for anybody. He might have known that no person could +stand the north wind without a robe; but as long as he was warm +himself—that was all he wanted. +</P> + +<P> +"That is all of that story. To-morrow night I shall tell you why the +birch-tree wears those slashes in its bark. That was some of OLD-man's +work, too. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="birch"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +WHY THE BIRCH-TREE WEARS THE SLASHES IN ITS BARK +</H3> + +<P> +The white man has never understood the Indian, and the example set the +Western tribes of the plains by our white brethren has not been such as +to inspire the red man with either confidence or respect for our laws +or our religion. The fighting trapper, the border bandit, the +horse-thief and rustler, in whose stomach legitimately acquired beef +would cause colic—were the Indians' first acquaintances who wore a +white skin, and he did not know that they were not of the best type. +Being outlaws in every sense, these men sought shelter from the Indian +in the wilderness; and he learned of their ways about his lodge-fire, +or in battle, often provoked by the white ruffian in the hope of gain. +They lied to the Indian—these first white acquaintances, and in +after-years, the great Government of the United States lied and lied +again, until he has come to believe that there is no truth in the white +man's heart. And I don't blame him. +</P> + +<P> +The Indian is a charitable man. I don't believe he ever refused food +and shelter or abused a visitor. He has never been a bigot, and +concedes to every other man the right to his own beliefs. Further than +that, the Indian believes that every man's religion and belief is right +and proper for that man's self. +</P> + +<P> +It was blowing a gale and snow was being driven in fine flakes across +the plains when we went to the lodge for a story. Every minute the +weather was growing colder, and an early fall storm of severity was +upon us. The wind seemed to add to the good nature of our host as he +filled and passed me the pipe. +</P> + +<P> +"This is the night I was to tell you about the Birch-Tree, and the wind +will help to make you understand," said War Eagle after we had finished +smoking. +</P> + +<P> +"Of course," he continued, "this all happened in the summer-time when +the weather was warm, very warm. Sometimes, you know, there are great +winds in the summer, too. +</P> + +<P> +"It was a hot day, and OLD-man was trying to sleep, but the heat made +him sick. He wandered to a hilltop for air; but there was no air. +Then he went down to the river and found no relief. He travelled to +the timberlands, and there the heat was great, although he found plenty +of shade. The travelling made him warmer, of course, but he wouldn't +stay still. +</P> + +<P> +"By and by he called to the winds to blow, and they commenced. First +they didn't blow very hard, because they were afraid they might make +OLD-man angry, but he kept crying: +</P> + +<P> +"'Blow harder—harder—harder! Blow worse than ever you blew before, +and send this heat away from the world.' +</P> + +<P> +"So, of course, the winds did blow harder—harder than they ever had +blown before. +</P> + +<P> +"'Bend and break, Fir-Tree!' cried OLD-man, and the Fir-Tree did bend +and break. 'Bend and break, Pine-Tree!' and the Pine-Tree did bend and +break. 'Bend and break, Spruce-Tree!' and the Spruce-Tree did bend and +break. 'Bend and break, O Birch-Tree!' and the Birch-Tree did bend, +but it wouldn't break—no, sir!—it wouldn't break! +</P> + +<P> +"'Ho! Birch-Tree, won't you mind me? Bend and break! I tell you,' +but all the Birch-Tree would do was to bend. +</P> + +<P> +"It bent to the ground; it bent double to please OLD-man, but it would +not break. +</P> + +<P> +"'Blow harder, wind!' cried OLD-man, 'blow harder and break the +Birch-Tree.' The wind tried to blow harder, but it couldn't, and that +made the thing worse, because OLD-man was so angry he went crazy. +'Break! I tell you—break!' screamed OLD-man to the Birch-Tree. +</P> + +<P> +"'I won't break,' replied the Birch; 'I shall never break for any wind. +I will bend, but I shall never, never break.' +</P> + +<P> +"'You won't, hey?' cried OLD-man, and he rushed at the Birch-Tree with +his hunting-knife. He grabbed the top of the Birch because it was +touching the ground, and began slashing the bark of the Birch-Tree with +the knife. All up and down the trunk of the tree OLD-man slashed, +until the Birch was covered with the knife slashes. +</P> + +<P> +"'There! that is for not minding me. That will do you good! As long +as time lasts you shall always look like that, Birch-Tree; always be +marked as one who will not mind its maker. Yes, and all the +Birch-Trees in the world shall have the same marks forever.' They do, +too. You have seen them and have wondered why the Birch-Tree is so +queerly marked. Now you know. +</P> + +<P> +"That is all—Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="mistakes"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +MISTAKES OF OLD-MAN +</H3> + +<P> +All night the storm raged, and in the morning the plains were white +with snow. The sun came and the light was blinding, but the hunters +were abroad early, as usual. +</P> + +<P> +That day the children came to my camp, and I told them several stories +that appeal to white children. They were deeply interested, and asked +many questions. Not until the hunters returned did my visitors leave. +</P> + +<P> +That night War Eagle told us of the mistakes of OLD-man. He said: +</P> + +<P> +"OLD-man made a great many mistakes in making things in the world, but +he worked until he had everything good. I told you at the beginning +that OLD-man made mistakes, but I didn't tell you what they were, so +now I shall tell you. +</P> + +<P> +"One of the things he did that was wrong, was to make the Big-Horn to +live on the plains. Yes, he made him on the plains and turned him +loose, to make his living there. Of course the Big-Horn couldn't run +on the plains, and OLD-man wondered what was wrong. Finally, he said: +'Come here, Big-Horn!' and the Big-Horn came to him. OLD-man stuck his +arm through the circle his horns made, and dragged the Big-Horn far up +into the mountains. There he set him free again, and sat down to watch +him. Ho! It made OLD-man dizzy to watch the Big-Horn run about on the +ragged cliffs. He saw at once that this was the country the Big-Horn +liked, and he left him there. Yes, he left him there forever, and +there he stays, seldom coming down to the lower country. +</P> + +<P> +"While OLD-man was waiting to see what the Big-Horn would do in the +high mountains, he made an Antelope and set him free with the Big-Horn. +Ho! But the Antelope stumbled and fell down among the rocks. He +couldn't man called to the Antelope to come back to him, and the +Antelope did come to him. Then he called to the Big-Horn, and said: +</P> + +<P> +"'You are all right, I guess, but this one isn't, and I'll have to take +him somewhere else.' +</P> + +<P> +"He dragged the Antelope down to the prairie country, and set him free +there. Then he watched him a minute; that was as long as the Antelope +was in sight, for he was afraid OLD-man might take him back to the +mountains. +</P> + +<P> +"He said: 'I guess that fellow was made for the plains, all right, so +I'll leave him there'; and he did. That is why the Antelope always +stays on the plains, even to-day. He likes it better. +</P> + +<P> +"That wasn't a very long story; sometime when you get older I will tell +you some different stories, but that will be all for this time, I +guess. Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="mate"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +HOW THE MAN FOUND HIS MATE +</H3> + +<P> +Each tribe has its own stories. Most of them deal with the same +subjects, differing only in immaterial particulars. +</P> + +<P> +Instead of squirrels in the timber, the Blackfeet are sure they were +prairie-dogs that OLD-man roasted that time when he made the +mountain-lion long and lean. The Chippewas and Crees insist that they +were squirrels that were cooked and eaten, but one tribe is essentially +a forest-people and the other lives on the plains—hence the difference. +</P> + +<P> +Some tribes will not wear the feathers of the owl, nor will they have +anything to do with that bird, while others use his feathers freely. +</P> + +<P> +The forest Indian wears the soft-soled moccasin, while his brother of +the plains covers the bottoms of his footwear with rawhide, because of +the cactus and prickly-pear, most likely. +</P> + +<P> +The door of the lodge of the forest Indian reaches to the ground, but +the plains Indian makes his lodge skin to reach all about the circle at +the bottom, because of the wind. +</P> + +<P> +One night in War Eagle's lodge, Other-person asked: "Why don't the Bear +have a tail, grandfather?" +</P> + +<P> +War Eagle laughed and said: "Our people do not know why, but we believe +he was made that way at the beginning, although I have heard men of +other tribes say that the Bear lost his tail while fishing. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know how true it is, but I have been told that a long time ago +the Bear was fishing in the winter, and the Fox asked him if he had any +luck. +</P> + +<P> +"'No,' replied the Bear, 'I can't catch a fish.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Well,' said the Fox, 'if you will stick your long tail down through +this hole in the ice, and sit very still, I am sure you will catch a +fish.' +</P> + +<P> +"So the Bear stuck his tail through the hole in the ice, and the Fox +told him to sit still, till he called him; then the Fox went off, +pretending to hunt along the bank. It was mighty cold weather, and the +water froze all about the Bear's tail, yet he sat still, waiting for +the Fox to call him. Yes, the Bear sat so still and so long that his +tail was frozen in the ice, but he didn't know it. When the Fox +thought it was time, he called: +</P> + +<P> +"'Hey, Bear, come here quick—quick! I have a Rabbit in this hole, and +I want you to help me dig him out.' Ho! The Bear tried to get up, but +he couldn't. +</P> + +<P> +"'Hey, Bear, come here—there are two Rabbits in this hole,' called the +Fox. +</P> + +<P> +"The Bear pulled so hard to get away from the ice, that he broke his +tail off short to his body. Then the Fox ran away laughing at the Bear. +</P> + +<P> +"I hardly believe that story, but once I heard an old man who visited +my father from the country far east of here, tell it. I remembered it. +But I can't say that I know it is true, as I can the others. +</P> + +<P> +"When I told you the story of how OLD-man made the world over, after +the water had made its war upon it, I told you how the first man and +woman were made. There is another story of how the first man found his +wife, and I will tell you that. +</P> + +<P> +"After OLD-man had made a man to look like himself, he left him to live +with the Wolves, and went away. The man had a hard time of it, with no +clothes to keep him warm, and no wife to help him, so he went out +looking for OLD-man. +</P> + +<P> +"It took the man a long time to find OLD-man's lodge, but as soon as he +got there he went right in and said: +</P> + +<P> +"'OLD-man, you have made me and left me to live with the Wolf-people. +I don't like them at all. They give me scraps of meat to eat and won't +build a fire. They have wives, but I don't want a Wolf-woman. I think +you should take better care of me.' +</P> + +<P> +"'Well,' replied OLD-man, 'I was just waiting for you to come to see +me. I have things fixed for you. You go down this river until you +come to a steep hillside. There you will see a lodge. Then I will +leave you to do the rest. Go!' +</P> + +<P> +"The man started and travelled all that day. When night came he camped +and ate some berries that grew near the river. The next morning he +started down the river again, looking for the steep hillside and the +lodge. Just before sundown, the man saw a fine lodge near a steep +hillside, and he knew that was the lodge he was looking for; so he +crossed the river and went into the lodge. +</P> + +<P> +"Sitting by the fire inside, was a woman. She was dressed in buckskin +clothes, and was cooking some meat that smelled good to the man, but +when she saw him without any clothes, she pushed him out of the lodge, +and dropped the door. +</P> + +<P> +"Things didn't look very good to that man, I tell you, but to get even +with the woman, he went up on the steep hillside and commenced to roll +big rocks down upon her lodge. He kept this up until one of the +largest rocks knocked down the lodge, and the woman ran out, crying. +</P> + +<P> +"When the man heard the woman crying, it made him sorry and he ran down +the hill to her. She sat down on the ground, and the man ran to where +she was and said: +</P> + +<P> +"'I am sorry I made you cry, woman. I will help you fix your lodge. I +will stay with you, if you will only let me.' +</P> + +<P> +"That pleased the woman, and she showed the man how to fix up the lodge +and gather some wood for the fire. Then she let him come inside and +eat. Finally, she made him some clothes, and they got along very well, +after that. +</P> + +<P> +"That is how the man found his wife—Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="dreams"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +DREAMS +</H3> + +<P> +As soon as manhood is attained, the young Indian must secure his +"charm," or "medicine." After a sweat-bath, he retires to some lonely +spot, and there, for four days and nights, if necessary, he remains in +solitude. During this time he eats nothing; drinks nothing; but spends +his time invoking the Great Mystery for the boon of a long life. In +this state of mind, he at last sleeps, perhaps dreams. If a dream does +not come to him, he abandons the task for a time, and later on will +take another sweat-bath and try again. Sometimes dangerous cliffs, or +other equally uncomfortable places, are selected for dreaming, because +the surrounding terrors impress themselves upon the mind, and even in +slumber add to the vividness of dreams. +</P> + +<P> +At last the dream comes, and in it some bird or animal appears as a +helper to the dreamer, in trouble. Then he seeks that bird or animal; +kills a specimen; and if a bird, he stuffs its skin with moss and +forever keeps it near him. If an animal, instead of a bird, appears in +the dream, the Indian takes his hide, claws, or teeth; and throughout +his life never leaves it behind him, unless in another dream a greater +charm is offered. If this happens, he discards the old "medicine" for +the new; but such cases are rare. +</P> + +<P> +Sometimes the Indian will deck his "medicine-bundle" with fanciful +trinkets and quill-work At other times the "bundle" is kept forever out +of the sight of all uninterested persons, and is altogether unadorned. +But "medicine" is necessary; without it, the Indian is afraid of his +shadow. +</P> + +<P> +An old chief, who had been in many battles, once told me his great +dream, withholding the name of the animal or bird that appeared therein +and became his "medicine." +</P> + +<P> +He said that when he was a boy of twelve years, his father, who was +chief of his tribe, told him that it was time that he tried to dream. +After his sweat-bath, the boy followed his father without speaking, +because the postulant must not converse or associate with other humans +between the taking of the bath and the finished attempt to dream. On +and on into the dark forest the father led, followed by the naked boy, +till at last the father stopped on a high hill, at the foot of a giant +pine-tree. +</P> + +<P> +By signs the father told the boy to climb the tree and to get into an +eagle's nest that was on the topmost boughs. Then the old man went +away, in order that the boy might reach the nest without coming too +close to his human conductor. +</P> + +<P> +Obediently the boy climbed the tree and sat upon the eagle's nest on +the top. "I could see very far from that nest," he told me. "The day +was warm and I hoped to dream that night, but the wind rocked the tree +top, and the darkness made me so much afraid that I did not sleep. +</P> + +<P> +"On the fourth night there came a terrible thunder-storm, with +lightning and much wind. The great pine groaned and shook until I was +sure it must fall. All about it, equally strong trees went down with +loud crashings, and in the dark there were many awful sounds—sounds +that I sometimes hear yet. Rain came, and I grew cold and more afraid. +I had eaten nothing, of course, and I was weak—so weak and tired, that +at last I slept, in the nest. I dreamed; yes, it was a wonderful dream +that came to me, and it has most all come to pass. Part is yet to +come. But come it surely will. +</P> + +<P> +"First I saw my own people in three wars. Then I saw the Buffalo +disappear in a hole in the ground, followed by many of my people. Then +I saw the whole world at war, and many flags of white men were in this +land of ours. It was a terrible war, and the fighting and the blood +made me sick in my dream. Then, last of all, I saw a 'person' +coming—coming across what seemed the plains. There were deep shadows +all about him as he approached. This 'person' kept beckoning me to +come to him, and at last I did go to him. +</P> + +<P> +"'Do you know who I am,' he asked me. +</P> + +<P> +"'No, "person," I do not know you. Who are you, and where is your +country?' +</P> + +<P> +"'If you will listen to me, boy, you shall be a great chief and your +people shall love you. If you do not listen, then I shall turn against +you. My name is "Reason."' +</P> + +<P> +"As the 'person' spoke this last, he struck the ground with a stick he +carried, and the blow set the grass afire. I have always tried to know +that 'person.' I think I know him wherever he may be, and in any camp. +He has helped me all my life, and I shall never turn against +him—never." +</P> + +<P> +That was the old chief's dream and now a word about the sweat-bath. A +small lodge is made of willows, by bending them and sticking the ends +in the ground. A completed sweat-lodge is shaped like an inverted +bowl, and in the centre is a small hole in the ground. The lodge is +covered with robes, bark, and dirt, or anything that will make it +reasonably tight. Then a fire is built outside and near the +sweat-lodge in which stones are heated. When the stones are ready, the +bather crawls inside the sweat-lodge, and an assistant rolls the hot +stones from the fire, and into the lodge. They are then rolled into +the hole in the lodge and sprinkled with water. One cannot imagine a +hotter vapor bath than this system produces, and when the bather has +satisfied himself inside, he darts from the sweat-lodge into the river, +winter or summer. This treatment killed thousands of Indians when the +smallpox was brought to them from Saint Louis, in the early days. +</P> + +<P> +That night in the lodge War Eagle told a queer yarn. I shall modify it +somewhat, but in our own sacred history there is a similar tale, well +known to all. He said: +</P> + +<P> +"Once, a long time ago, two 'thunders' were travelling in the air. +They came over a village of our people, and there stopped to look about. +</P> + +<P> +"In this village there was one fine, painted lodge, and in it there was +an old man, an aged woman, and a beautiful young woman with wonderful +hair. Of course the 'thunders' could look through the lodge skin and +see all that was inside. One of them said to the other: 'Let us marry +that young woman, and never tell her about it.' +</P> + +<P> +"'All right,' replied the other 'thunder.' 'I am willing, for she is +the finest young woman in all the village. She is good in her heart, +and she is honest.' +</P> + +<P> +"So they married her, without telling her about it, and she became the +mother of twin boys. When these boys were born, they sat up and told +their mother and the other people that they were not people, but were +'thunders,' and that they would grow up quickly. +</P> + +<P> +"'When we shall have been on earth a while, we shall marry, and stay +until we each have four sons of our own, then we shall go away and +again become "thunders,"' they said. +</P> + +<P> +"It all came to pass, just as they said it would. When they had +married good women and each had four sons, they told the people one day +that it was time for them to go away forever. +</P> + +<P> +"There was much sorrow among the people, for the twins were good men +and taught many good things which we have never forgotten, but +everybody knew it had to be as they said. While they lived with us, +these twins could heal the sick and tell just what was going to happen +on earth. +</P> + +<P> +"One day at noon the twins dressed themselves in their finest clothes +and went out to a park in the forest. All the people followed them and +saw them lie down on the ground in the park. The people stayed in the +timber that grew about the edge of the park, and watched them until +clouds and mists gathered about and hid them from view. +</P> + +<P> +"It thundered loudly and the winds blew; trees fell down; and when the +mists and clouds cleared away, they were gone—gone forever. But the +people have never forgotten them, and my grandfather, who is in the +ground near Rocker, was a descendant from one of the sons of the +'thunders.' Ho!" +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="retrospection"></A> +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +RETROSPECTION +</H3> + +<P> +It was evening in the bad-lands, and the red sun had slipped behind the +far-off hills. The sundown breeze bent the grasses in the coulees and +curled tiny dust-clouds on the barren knolls. Down in a gulch a clear, +cool creek dallied its way toward the Missouri, where its water, bitter +as gall, would be lost in the great stream. Here, where Nature forbids +man to work his will, and where the she wolf dens and kills to feed her +litter, an aged Indian stood near the scattered bones of two great +buffalo-bulls. Time had bleached the skulls and whitened the old +warrior's hair, but in the solitude he spoke to the bones as to a +boyhood friend: +</P> + +<P> +"Ho! Buffalo, the years are long since you died, and your tribe, like +mine, was even then shrinking fast, but you did not know it; would not +believe it; though the signs did not lie. My father and his father +knew your people, and when one night you went away, we thought you did +but hide and would soon come back. The snows have come and gone many +times since then, and still your people stay away. The young-men say +that the great herds have gone to the Sand Hills, and that my father +still has meat. They have told me that the white man, in his greed, +has killed—and not for meat—all the Buffalo that our people knew. +They have said that the great herds that made the ground tremble as +they ran were slain in a few short years by those who needed not. Can +this be true, when ever since there was a world, our people killed your +kind, and still left herds that grew in numbers until they often +blocked the rivers when they passed? Our people killed your kind that +they themselves might live, but never did they go to war against you. +Tell me, do your people hide, or are the young-men speaking truth, and +have your people gone with mine to Sand Hill shadows to come back no +more?" +</P> + +<P> +"Ho! red man—my people all have gone. The young-men tell the truth +and all my tribe have gone to feed among the shadow-hills, and your +father still has meat. My people suffer from his arrows and his lance, +yet there the herds increase as they did here, until the white man came +and made his war upon us without cause or need. I was one of the last +to die, and with my brother here fled to this forbidding country that I +might hide; but one day when the snow was on the world, a white +murderer followed on our trail, and with his noisy weapon sent our +spirits to join the great shadow-herds. Meat? No, he took no meat, +but from our quivering flesh he tore away the robes that Napa gave to +make us warm, and left us for the Wolves. That night they came, and +quarrelling, fighting, snapping 'mong themselves, left but our bones to +greet the morning sun. These bones the Coyotes and the weaker ones did +drag and scrape, and scrape again, until the last of flesh or muscle +disappeared. Then the winds came and sang—and all was done." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR><BR> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Indian Why Stories, by Frank Bird Linderman + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK INDIAN WHY STORIES *** + +***** This file should be named 606-h.htm or 606-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/6/0/606/ + +Produced by Judith Boss. HTML version by Al Haines. + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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