The Elk Hunter - Chinook A youth was in the habit of setting traps. He always killed bears. One year he had set his traps [as usual], and when he went to look after them [he heard] a woman crying in a trap. He reached her. Her hand was caught in the trap. She was a pretty woman. Her hair was brown, her feet and her hands were tattooed. He opened the trap and took her hand out of it. She said to him: "You will excel all the people. You have caught even me in your trap. You will be a great hunter." The youth said: "I shall carry you to our town." Thus he spoke to his supernatural helper. "I shall show you to the Indians." Now he carried her home. His relatives saw her and all died. He died also. After many years another boy saw her. He had no father and no mother. He was poor. He was a small boy. She said to him: "When you have grown a little larger, you will excel all hunters. I did not tell the first Indian [not to show me] and behold, he showed me to the people. When you go elk hunting carry only a stick in your hand and paint that stick." The boy grew up and became a youth. Then he sang: "I did not tell him thus, the first one, and behold, he showed me to the Indians.I did not tell him thus, the first one. Behold!" He also sang: "If the orphan boy remembers what is told of olden times, If the orphan boy remembers what is told of olden times, He shall excel all others." The people helped him singing. An old man was brought there who came to listen. He had been a hunter. He listened to the singer and said: "Oh, help our boy sing; he saw a supernatural being. He saw the hunter spirit." He sang five days. Cedar bark was dyed red and put on him. A stick was painted red and given to him. Then he went up the river. He went a long distance. He sang when he was going into the woods. Now he drove the elks [toward the water]. His relatives had remained in the town. One of them said: "An elk is coming down to the water." They took their arrows. Another one came; again one and again one came. They counted them, but when they had counted seventy they lost the number. The old man said: "Let the elks alone; do not shoot them; perhaps the boy who sings is driving these elks." They stood near the water and the opening was quite full of them. Then the boy came down singing. He took that stick and pointed seaward to the water. The elks stood there a short while and then they swam seaward. When the boy came to the sea he shouted, and all the elks died. Now he called the wind to blow landward and a northerly wind arose. The elks drifted ashore, and the beach in front of the town was full of them. Now his relatives went down to the beach. They cut up only the fat ones. The lean ones were skinned merely. Then the houses of his relatives became full. Now, whenever he went to hunt elk, he carried only a stick, and shouted. As soon as an elk met him it died. He excelled all hunters, Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

Elk Clan Origin Myth - Winnebago The Elk Clan (Hûwâ Hik'ik'aradjera) is a small Lower or Earth Moiety clan closely associated with the Deer Clan, with which it is said to have a special friendship relation. [1] The Elk Clan was in charge of distributing fire within the village, on the hunt, and on the warpath. However, it was forbidden for them to hold fire towards anyone. They claim half of the fire and therefore half of the chieftainship. [2] The Elk Clan functioned as ushers at councils. [3] Members of the Snake Clan bury an Elk clansmen when he dies, although occasionally the Waterspirit and Eagle Clans may perform this function. The faces of the dead were painted with white and blue dots on their cheeks, a pattern also used by the Deer Clan. [5] The following short version of the clan origin was obtained by Paul Radin from a member of the clan: Version 1. Earthmaker thought to himself how he would like to see something animate in the world, so he created a man, and this man was good. Earthmaker thought the man ought to have a companion, so he made a woman. Then he wondered, How shall they know one another? So he caused an animal to emerge out of the water. Earthmaker had made a village in the west for the humans, and he asked them, "What would you like to live through?" And they replied, "Since elks are without sin, we would like to live through them." So Earthmaker created four elks and they thought that they were the only living things on earth. Earthmaker let the eldest of them know of the other clans. It was he who led them to Red Banks where they met the other clans, and there they became human and lived as Hotcâgara. [6] Version 2. Originally the Hotcâgara lived in Spiritland somewhere in the west. Then Earthmaker announced to them: "My children, I have created an earth for you to inhabit. Since there must be some way for you to recognize one another there, you shall select an animal that you love best, one after which your clan shall be named and recognized. Some people thought that of all animals the elk was noted for its beauty, cleanliness, good habits, and even temperament, so they selected that animal and became the Elk Clan. [7] Notes: [1] David Lee Smith, Folklore of the Winnebago Tribe (Norman: University of Oklahoma Press, 1997) 9. [2] Paul Radin, The Winnebago Tribe (Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press, 1990 [1923]) 201. [3] Oliver LaMère, "The Clan Organization of the Winnebago," Publications of the Nebraska State Historical Society, 19 (1919): 90. [4] All names are taken from Radin (R) unless otherwise indicated, and the following sources as indicated: (R) Radin, The Winnebago Tribe, 202. [5] Radin, The Winnebago Tribe, 201. [6] Radin, The Winnebago Tribe, 202. [7] LaMère, "The Clan Organization of the Winnebago," 87-88. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

Eleventh Moon - The Swallow - Arapahoe When the moon of falling leaves [October] came, Betty and I were doing well in school. The English language was confusing to us, but we had finally learned enough to read the books that the nuns sent home with us. Now we were reading stories to Grandma and Grandpa. On the night of the full moon Grandpa cedared us off and laid his hat on the bed. While Grandma did the supper dishes Grandpa Iron told us a story about swallows. There once was a band of people that lived in a place south of us. They were called the swallow people because they built their homes in cliffs. This place was safe from enemies because it was difficult to climb up to and hard to get down to from above. Grandpa Iron said that swallows make their nests in the cliffs side by side, safe from predators, but each nest has its own narrow opening. So the people built their homes much like the swallow. And, like the swallow, they kept busy gathering food and water, raising their families, and enjoying the goodness of life. But once in a while a child would be born who was afraid of the high place where the swallow people lived. Their families wondered what to do. Even the medicine people couldn't find a cure. So the elders were consulted. After long council meetings it was decided that those people who were afraid of high places could live in the valley below and help with the cultivation of crops and anything else that needed tending. So as soon as the children who were afraid became old enough, they were carried down the ladders, and homes were built for them in the valley. At first the homes were made from brush, sticks, and boughs of trees, and covered with animal skins. Later stones and poles were used. The valley people developed their own culture, different from that of the cliff people. But they were still close neighbors, the same people really, and their ceremonies to give thanks to all living things were similar. Sometimes the valley people would even find the courage to climb up the ladders to participate in a ceremony in the cliffs. The valley community grew in numbers, while the cliff community stayed about the same. And some of the cliff people started to resent how well the valley people were doing. They saw that the valley people enjoyed an easier life with fields, water, and game close by and without the hard work of climbing ladders to come and go. And since the valley people had less work to do, they had more time for ceremonies, craftwork, the arts, and social activities. Eventually everyone moved into the valley, abandoning the cliff homes above. But they had forgotten the reason they'd built their homes in the cliffs in the first place. One day a large number of enemy warriors invaded the valley village and stole the people's food and even kidnapped some of the men, women, and children. They should have remained in the cliffs after all. So the remaining villagers moved back into the cliffs and lived safely again. The valley village was abandoned and the people never again forgot the swallows' medicine powers, which kept them high and safe and secure. Grandpa Iron said that we should never lose sight of our original goals even if things in life become hard. Grandma passed around our water in the white enamel dipper, and we crawled into our beds. Grandpa blew out the lamp while he sang the evening Sundance song. And the Earth stayed young. Full Moon Written by Eagle Walking Turtle, 1997 - Arapahoe ["When I was a boy I lived with my grandparents on the Northern Arapahoe Indian Reservation in Wyoming. Grandpa Iron was always happy and full of life's joy. Grandma Iron was much more serious. They both taught me, along with my brothers and sisters, that all of nature should be listened to, loved, and respected. Each time a full moon came, Grandpa Iron would tell us a story. First he'd burn cedar needles, and we would fan the sweet-smelling smoke over our heads to purify our bodies before Grandpa's story. He always took his hat from the wall and placed it on the bed before he began his telling. I suppose this goes back to the time when warriors hung their medicine bags on the tipi pole behind them before speaking. The following stories are among those that Grandpa told us about the love and respect our people have for our animal brothers and sisters - the four-leggeds, the ones that fly, the ones that slither in the grasses, and the ones that swim in the waters." -- Eagle Walking Turtle] Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

Elegant Spirits - by Gary Zukav. Little Hawk sat alone on the grassy knoll... above Little Hawk, three red tail hawks circled, riding the currents of air that rose from the knoll. They were lower than usual, and it seemed to Little Hawk that he could see every feather on the elegant birds. The air currents were invisible to Little Hawk, but the birds rode them as skillfully as deer leaping over a fallen tree, or fish swimming up a river. As one of the Hawks hovered above him, Little Hawk saw its tail feathers move ever so slightly. First one on the left, then one in the middle, then one on the left again, shifted position. The more Little Hawk watched, the more he could see how these movements kept the hawk just where it wanted to be as the air moved around it. "The hawk is dancing with the wind!" he exclaimed. At that moment, the hawk moved its wings slightly. It didn't flap them. It just moved them a little bit. At once it began to circle upward. Little Hawk watched as it grew smaller and smaller. When it was Very high in the sky, two more hawks joined it, and they flew away together. Little Hawk thought about what he had seen for a long time. He thought about it all fall and winter. He was still thinking about it in the spring. Something very big was happening inside him. Little Hawk was learning something about his own life from the hawk - how to ride the wind. Hawks are masters at flying. They can glide. They can climb and dive. They can land in trees. They are masters of their wing feathers And their tail feathers, but they are not masters of the wind. The wind goes where it wants. Sometimes the wind blows from the north and sometimes from the south. Sometimes it comes from the east and sometimes from the west. Sometimes it flies straight up, and sometimes it roars straight down. It can disappear and reappear from nowhere. No matter how it blows, hawks love to fly. They move with the wind, but not like leaves in the autumn breeze. Leaves in the wind go where the wind goes, and sometimes that happens to hawks, too. Sometimes it doesn't. The journey of a leaf depends on the wind. Hawks have wills of Their own. The journey of a hawk depends on both the hawk and the wind. Sometimes the wind takes the hawk where it wants to go, and Sometimes it doesn't. When it doesn't, the hawk doesn't mind. Either way, hawks are masters at flying, always in control of their wing feathers and tail feathers. Elegant spirits do this, too. Their wing feathers and tail feathers are what they think, say, and do. They always think, say, and do things to create harmony, co-operation, sharing, and reverence for Life. No matter what comes up, that is what they do. They are in control of what they think, say and do, even though they are not in control of what comes up in their lives. Sometimes unpleasant things come up. Other times happy things come up. Either way, they ride the wind. They do the best they can, and then they let the wind take them where they need to go. The wind is your life. It is all the things that happen between the time that you are born and the time that you go home. Elegant spirits don't know what will come up next, the same way that hawks don't know which way the wind will blow next. This doesn't bother them because they don't try to control their lives any more than hawks try to control the wind. The hawk that hovered above Little Hawk did not try to control the wind. It controlled only itself. Elegant spirits control only themselves, too. They do not try to control others. They don't have hidden agendas. They don't think, say, or do things to manipulate other people. They do their best, but they aren't attached to what happens after that. Like the hawks, they do the best that they can, then they ride the wind. The hawk...never stopped using its wing feathers and its tail feathers...that is how they ride the wind. They do not fight their lives. They use them to soar. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

Elders and elders Sitting at the feet of elders is still possible. An elder is someone who is old and has many stories of their life time we can learn from. Sitting at the feet of an Elder is much different. The capital E... Elder is an honored person who knows much about the culture and traditions and has an instinct to how things are suppose to be. These Elders are named when they have proved themselves worthy of the title. When one get the opportunity to learn from one of these .it is an honor indeed and certain rules of respect are to be followed. I hope this helps distinguish the two for those who did not know and not to step on any toes for those who did know. Many people are searching for truth and looking for their path to follow. Learning this path takes a long time and it is not something that is learned in a year or two but a lifetime comment. Something that many grow weary of when the path gets rocky. Reposted with Permission from Lonewolf Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

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Eggs And Scorpions - Jamaica William Forbes, Dry River, Cock-pit country. Blinkie[2] an' Anansi was gwine in a wood. Dem gwine in a wood fe go look egg, bird egg. An' Anansi tell Blinkie when little bird say, "Who wan' little egg?" Blinkie fe say him want little egg, an' when de big bird say, "Who wan' big egg?" Anansi say, "Me wan' big egg!" An' in de night when he get all de big egg, Blinkie get vex' an' lef' Anansi in de bush an' him fly away wid de light. An' Anansi come a Tiger house in a night. Tiger had a sheep in yard. Anansi say, "Brar Tiger, if you gi' me dinner fe eat t'-night, I gi' you all de egg." An' Tiger say yes, an' Tiger go to de sheep an' say, "Lay out, lay out, sheep!" He lay out roas' fowl, roas' duck, an' all sort a t'ings. Anansi get at it. [2. Fire-flies are common in Jamaica.] When he eat, say want to sleep Tiger house. Tiger set 'corpion roun' de egg. When Anansi put han' in to tak de egg, 'corpion bite him. An' holla, "Aye-e-e!" Tiger say, "Brar Anansi, wha' ha' you?" An' say, 'Me t'ree litt'e pickney an' me wife mak me a cry. Den, when Tiger gone t' bed, he t'ief away de sheep. NOTE: Eggs and Scorpions. Jekyll tells the same story in Annancy and Candle-fly, 86-89, Wona, in Anancy and Fire-fly, 24-29; Pamela Smith, in Anancy and Ginger-fly. Milne-Home, 35-39, contains the scorpion episode, Compare Tremearne FL 21:360. The plot is in two parts. (1) Anansi goes on an egg-hunt at night with Fire-fly as guide, but is deserted because of his greed. (2) He stumbles upon Tiger's house at night, and tries to steal back the eggs which Tiger has set Scorpions to guard. The parallel of this story with number 39 is obvious. Jekyll's version takes on elements of the sheep-stealing story, number 5. A Mandeville version reads much like Milne-Home's: Bra Anansi an' Bra Tiger went out to go an' steal some eggs. Bra Anansi took a rubber bag an' Bra Tiger took a canvas bag. When Bra Tiger bag full, Bra Anansi jus' half. Bra Tiger would not wait any longer. He leave him an' he go away. Anansi was filling the bag, there he see a light coming, think it was Bra Tiger an' cry out, "Lor', Bra'r, Bra'r, yo' jus' coming to meet me?" But it wasn't Tiger; it was the man watchin' the eggs. An' when he went up to hol' him he said, "Do, sah! do, sah I don' carry me to massah to-night. Tie me to yo' bed-side to-night till a mawnin'!" An' when the man was sleeping, he call to Bra Rat, "Bra'r Rat, run come here let me tell you somethin'!" When Bra Rat come he said, "Jes' loose me, I hev some egg here to give you!" An' he loose him, he simply went right away,--never give Bra Rat anything. Jamaica Anansi Stories ,Martha Warren Beckwith, New York, Published By The American Folk-Lore Society, G. E. Stechert & Co., Agents. [1924] and is now in the public domain. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

Ee-Ee-Toy's Resurrection And Speech To Juhwerta Mahkai - Pima AND after Ee-ee-toy was dead he lay there, as some say for four months, and some say for four years; He was killed. but his winds were not killed, nor his clouds and they were sorry for him, and his clouds rained on him. And he lay there so long that the little children played on him, jumping from him. But at last he began to come to life again, holding down the ground--as a wounded man does, moaning, and there was thunder, and an earthquake. And Ahahnheeattoepahk Mahkai's daughter was grinding corn when this happened, and the corn rolled in the basket, and she said: "How is it that it thunders when there are no clouds, none to be seen, and that the corn rolls in the basket?" And her father said: "You may think this is only thunder, but I fell you wonderful things are going to happen." Ee-ee-toy, when he got a little stronger, picked up some stones and examined them, and threw them away. He did this four times, throwing away the stones each time, not liking any of them. And the children went there to play, and found him alive, and asked each other: "Why is that old man doing that, picking up stones, and throwing them away, and picking up more?" And he began then to cut up all kinds of sticks, four at a time, and to lay them down and look at them, but he liked none of them. Then he cut arrow weeds, four of them, and he liked their look. And he lit his pipe and blew the smoke over them, and spread his hand above them, and he liked the light of them which came thru his fingers. And he put those sticks away in his pouch. And then he rose and took a few steps; and began to walk. And all his springs of water had been dried up while he was dead, but when he walked the earth again they gushed forth, and he dipped his fingers in them and stroked his wet fingers over his breast and he did the same to the trees. And he went on and came to the cliff where Vandaih once was, and he did the same to it, putting his hand to it and rubbing it. And he went to see the Sun. He came to where the Sun starts, but the Sun was not there, but he could see the road the Sun takes, and he followed it. And that road was fringed with beautiful feathers and flowers and turquoises. And he came to the tree which is called The Talking Tree. And the Tree took of its bark thin strips, which curled as owl feathers do when split, and tied them on a little stick, and put them in Ee-ee-toy's hair. And it gave him four sticks, made from that one of its branches which dipped to the. south. And from its middle branch it made him a war club, and from a gall, or , which grew on its limb, it made him a vah-quah, or canteen. After that he went along the beautiful fringed road which the Sun travels, and came to the place where the Sun drinks. And he took a drink there himself, putting his knee in the spot where the Sun's knee-print is, and his hand where the Sun rests his hand. And in the clear water he saw a stone like the Doctors' Stone, somewhat, but of the color of state, with a zigzag pattern around it. And he took his four arrow-weeds and placed them under this stone and left them there. And he went on, and went down where the Sun goes down. And he went to see Juhwerta Mahkai, to the place where he lived with his people, those who sank thru the earth before the flood. And when Ee-ee-toy came to where Juhwerta Mahkai was, he said to him:- "There was an Older Brother, and his people were against him; And he had made an earth that was like your earth; And he had made mountains that were like your mountains; And he had made springs of water, like yours, that were satisfactory; And he made trees like yours, and everything that he made worked well. And they shot him till he bounced, four times on the open ground; And threw him with his face to the earth. And he lay there, dead, but when he came to life he used the strength of his right arm and rose up. But things were changed, and looked different from the old times. He examined the sticks, but none suited him; He eyed along the river, that green snake, which he had made, and found the sticks that pleased him. And he cut those arrow-weeds, he found there, into four pieces, and blew the smoke over them. And out of them came sparks of light, that almost reached the Opposite World, the World of the Enemy, where things are different. And when he saw the light from the sticks he smiled within himself; He was so pleased he had found the sticks that suited him. And he brought the Black Fog from the West, and stroked the sticks with it, and so finished them; And from the Ocean he brought the Blue Fog, and stroked the sticks with it, and finished them; And from the East he brought the Fog of Light, and stroked the sticks with it and finished them; And from Above brought the Green Fog, and put it in hiding, and there secretly stroked the sticks with it, and finished them; From the West he brought the Black Snake, which he had made, and bound the sticks together, and finished them. And from the Ocean he brought the Blue Snake, and bound the sticks together, and finished them; From the East he brought the Snake of Light, and bound the sticks together, and finished them; And from Above he brought the Green Snake, and bound them together and finished them. And then he rose up, and with the first step he stepped on the great doctors of the earth and sank them down; The next step he stepped on the Speaker, and sank him down; The next step he stepped on the Slayer, and sank him down; And the next step he stepped on the rushing young maid who gathers the fruit to feed the family, and sank her down. And then he sank down himself, and walked under the earth's crust a little way, and then came out and found the Light's Road, his own proper way, and walked in it. Where he found his springs of water, which he had made, with their green moss growing, and dipped his hand in them and moistened his heart; And every mountain he came to, which he had made, he entered and there he cooled his heart; And rested his hand on every tree he had made, and so freshened his heart; And came like a ghost to the place, the cliff, where he had killed the man-eagle, and sat there. And there was Someone there, whom he did not know, who asked him what he wanted, coming there like a ghost; Who said: 'I told you that you would be against my people and the earth!' And from there he went to the East and strengthened himself four times; When he arrived at where the Sun arises; Where he came to the four notches which the Sun uses when he is rising. And where the Sun steps it is full of wind; And where the Sun puts his hands it is full of wind. In spite of that he climbed the way, the way in which the Sun rises. And he went Westward, stopping and taking his breath four times; Even at the fourth time, still going, still breathing westward. It was the west-bound road he followed, the road adorned with all beautiful fringes; Fringes of soft feathers, and large feathers; and flowers made from beautiful trees, and turquoises. And he went along this road, pulling all the fringes, and whenever he came to the doctors, tossing them up in the air. And there he came to Nee-yaw-kee-tom Oas, The Talking Tree; And he came to it like a ghost, and fell down on his knees toward it; And the Tree asked him why he came like a ghost, and what he wanted:--'I have told you that some day you would be the enemy to my people and to the earth. There the Tree pulled off its bark and stuck it in his head, like split owl feathers; And it was its middle branch which it cut down in fine shape for a club and slipped under his belt; And it was a nut-gall from its limbs which it made into a canteen for him. And these two together it slipped under his belt. And it was the branch toward the ocean which it broke into four pieces, equally, and handed to him. And from thence he travelled on, on the Middle Road, and where there were beautiful fringes he examined them as he went along. And from the Middle Road he could see the road on either side, the Road of the Enemy. And it was among the fringes, where he was pulling the flowers made from sticks, that he reached the Speaker and tossed him, too. And there he reached the place where the Sun drinks. And tho the print of the Sun's knee was full of wind, and the print of his hand full of wind, there he knelt and drank as the Sun drinks. And there, in the clear water, he found the Doctor's stone, the Dab-nam-hawteh, which is square, and there, under it, left the arrow-weeds. And he started on from thence and went to the Sunset Place. Going down as the Sun goes down, and slid down from there four times, to the home of Juhwerta Mahkai. When he sat down there a strong wind came from the West and carried him to the East and brought him back and sat him down again; And from Above a strong wind came and tossed him up toward the sky, and returned him back and sat him down again. And the Black Gopher, his pet from the West, was rolling over; And the Blue Gopher, his pet from the South, was rolling over; And the Gopher of Light, his pet from the East, was rolling over; And the Yellow Gopher, his pet from the North, was rolling over; Because of their trouble about him." And Juwerta Mahkai picked up Ee-ee-toy like a baby, and held him in his arms, and swept the ground, and set him down upon it. And blew smoke over him, till he felt refreshed like a green tree. One kind of smoke was the ghost-smoke, which he blew over him; And the other kind was the smoke of the root called bah-wiss-dhack. And there they built the O-num of Light: Which means the circle of those great ones around the fire. And thence they sent the Gray Owl, to go around the enemy and breathe over them.Who, when they heard him, were shaking with fear; A fear that pulled out their thoughts so that they knew nothing and were weak in arms and legs, And they could not remember their dreams, and their skins became like the skins of sick people; And their lice became many, and their hair became coarse, and their eyes became sore. And they chose the little Blue Owl and sent him to the enemy, and he breathed over them. And he was invisible because of his blue darkness, and he breathed over them quietly. And they selected a Green Road Runner, and sent him to breathe over them. And the people could not see him because of his green darkness, and he breathed over them quietly. And they selected the small Gray Night Hawk; And he blew a gray dust all thru the enemy's houses and swept their ground. And their springs of water were left dry, choked with driftwood and covered with cobwebs. And their kees, their houses, were full of soot, and their trails like old trails; And after that the fresh foot-tracks could be seen-- And they went out and found the enemy by his fresh tracks and captured him, for he had no weapons. And from the sending out of the birds, even to the end, all this is a prophecy. NOTES: On Ee-Ee-Toy's Resurrection The Story of Ee-ee-toy's Resurrection is perhaps the most poetic in the series, and the opening picture of him lying on the ground, lifeless, with the elements lamenting over him and the little children playing on him, might challenge the genius of a great artist. It is particularly rich in the mystical element also. I confess that I am not very confident of my rendering of those of the opening sentences of Ee-ee-toy's speech between "And he had made an earth" and the statement "And they shot him," etc. My Indians seemed to get hopelessly tangled over archaic words and other impediments here and not at all sure of what they told me. The rest I think is correct. Here we came to the mystic colors of the four quarters, North, South, East and West and of the zenith, the Above, which the Pimas reckoned evidently as a cardinal point. If their mystic power was derived from the cardinal points, might not their inclusion of the zenith make five also sometimes a mystic number? I think that it perhaps was. Brinton says that among the Mayas of Yucatan, East is Red, West is Black, North is White and South is Yellow. The Speaker: It was customary in the villages of the Awawtam for some individual, perhaps a chief, or a mahkai, or some representative of these, to mount on a kee, or other high place, and in a loud voice shout news, orders, advice, or other important matters to the people. This was the Speaker, a sort of town crier. To step on the rushing young maid who gathered the cactus fruit was a blow at the enemy's subsistence. It seems to have been a custom among the mahkais to have pet animals to assist them in their magic. A circle of bushes, stood up, in the earth, forming a screen for shelter or privacy, was called an onum. One or more may be found near almost any Pima hut. To work witchcraft on a foe, so that ha be left weaponless and helpless, and off his guard against attack, seems to have been the favorite dream of whoso went to war. Treachery was idolized. There was no notion of a fair fight. Stories of mythical beings who, tho repeatedly killed, persist in coming to life again, are common among many Indian tribes. Aw-aw-tam Indian Nights; The Myths and Legends of the Pimas of Arizona, by J. William Lloyd; The Lloyd Group, Westfield, N.J. [1911] and is now in the public domain. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

Eclipse of the sun blamed on black squirrel - Choctaw In Choctaw history, solar eclipses were attributed to black squirrels, or a black squirrel, supposed to be eating the luminary, and they must be driven off if mankind were still to enjoy the heat and light. Cushman says: The Choctaw attributed an eclipse of the sun to a black squirrel, whose eccentricities often led it into mischief, and, among other things, that of trying to eat up the sun at different intervals. When thus inclined, they believed, which was confirmed by long experience, that the only effective means to prevent so fearful a catastrophe befalling the world as the blotting out of that indispensable luminary, was to favor the little, black epicure with a first-class scare; therefore, whenever he manifested an inclination to indulge in a meal on the sun, every ingenuity was called into requisition to give him a genuine fright so that he would be induced, at least, to postpone his meal on the sun at that particular time and seek a lunch elsewhere. As soon, therefore, as the sun began to draw its lunar veil over its face, the cry was heard from every mount from the Dan to the Beersheba of their then wide extended territory, echoing from hill to dale, "Funi lusa hushi umpa! Funi lusa hushi umpa," according to our phraseology, the black squirrel is eating the sun! Then and there was heard a sound of tumult by day in the Choctaw Nation for the space of an hour or two. Far exceeding that said to have been heard by night in Belgium's Capital, and sufficient in the conglomeration of discordant tones terrific, if heard by the distant, little, fastidious squirrel, to have made him lose forever afterward all relish for a mess of suns for an early or late dinner. The shouts of the women and children mingling with the ringing of discordant bells as the vociferous pounding and beating of earsplitting tin pans and cups mingling in "wild confusion worse confounded," yet in sweet unison with a first-class orchestra of yelping, howling, barking dogs gratuitously thrown in by the innumerable and highly excited curs, produced a din, which even a "Funi lusa," had he heard it, could scarcely have endured even to have indulged in a nibble or two of the sun, though urged by the demands of a week's fasting. But during the wild scene the men were not idle spectators, or indifferent listeners. Each stood a few paces in front of his cabin door with no outward manifestation of excitement whatever - so characteristic of the Indian warrior but with his trusty rifle in hand, which so oft had proved a friend sincere in many hours of trial, which he loaded and fired in rapid succession at the distant, devastating squirrel, with the same coolness and calm deliberation that he did when shooting at his game. More than once have I witnessed the fearful yet novel scene. When it happened to be the time of a total eclipse of the sun, a sufficient evidence that the little, black epicure meant business in regard to having a square meal, though it took the whole sun to furnish it, then indeed there were sounds of revelry and tumult unsurpassed by any ever heard before, either in "Belgium" or elsewhere. Then the women shrieked and redoubled their efforts upon the tin pans, which, under the desperate blows, strained every vocal organ to do its utmost and whole duty in loud response, while the excited children screamed and beat their tin cups, and the sympathetic dogs (whose name was legion) barked and howled - all seemingly determined not to fall the one behind the other in their duty since the occasion demanded it; while the warriors still stood in profound and meditative silence, but firm and undaunted, as they quickly loaded and fired their rifles, each time taking deliberate aim, if perchance the last shot might prove the successful one; then, as the moon's shadow began to move from the disk of the sun, the joyful shout was heard above the mighty din "Funi-lusa-osh mahlatah! " The black squirrel is frightened. But the din remained unabated until the sun again appeared in its usual splendor, and all nature again assumed its harmonious course. "Source Material for the Social and Ceremonial Life of the Choctaw Indians" by John R. Swanton, pages 210-211. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

Buffalo Field Campaign West Yellowstone, Montana 406-646-0700 PRESS ADVISORY-- FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE --THURSDAY, SEPT. 16 Lawsuit To Be Heard in U.S. Federal Court Over Slaughter of America's Last Wild Buffalo CONTACTS: Darrell Geist, Buffalo Field Campaign habitat coordinator (406) 531-9284 WHAT: U.S. District Court Judge Charles C. Lovell will hear arguments for summary judgment in a lawsuit filed by a coalition of conservation groups, Native Americans, and Montanans against Yellowstone National Park and the Gallatin National Forest for harming wild bison and associated species. WHEN: 10 AM, Tuesday, September 21, 2010. WHERE: Helena, Montana, Federal Court House, 901 Front Street, 3rd floor Room 2. WHO: The plaintiffs are Western Watersheds Project, Buffalo Field Campaign, Tatanka Oyate, Gallatin Wildlife Association, Native Ecosystems Council, Yellowstone Buffalo Foundation, and Montana residents Daniel Brister, Meghan Gill, and Charles Irestone. The defendants are Ken Salazar, Secretary of the Interior; Suzanne Lewis, Park Superintendent, Yellowstone National Park; National Park Service, an agency of the U.S. Department of Interior; Leslie Weldon, Regional Forester, US Forest Service Northern Region; U.S. Forest Service, an agency of the U.S. Department of Agriculture; Mary Erickson, Gallatin National Forest Supervisor. WHY: The plaintiffs' suit claims: • U.S. Forest Service decisions are precluding native bison and associated species from occupying and using Gallatin National Forest lands. • U.S. Forest Service is not providing for diversity of plant and animal species on the Gallatin National Forest, is not managing habitat for bison, and is not ensuring viable populations of bison and associated species exist on the Forest. • National Park Service decisions are causing impairment or unacceptable impacts to native bison populations by allowing the wanton destruction of wild bison and not conserving the wildlife species and related resources in the Yellowstone ecosystem. The plaintiffs have asked for court review of both agencies' refusal to analyze and disclose new information and changed circumstances relating to bison management and brucellosis. The plaintiffs seek relief from the court requiring the federal agencies to take a hard look at environmental impacts and make informed decisions with the best available science about wild bison and related species in the Yellowstone ecosystem. Legal filings online: http://www.buffalofieldcampaign.org/legal/bisonhabitatlawsuit.html –30–

Eating Tiger's Guts - Jamaica The Tell-tale. Simeon Falconer, Santa Cruz Mountains. Brer Tiger and Brer Anansi went to river-side. Brer Anansi said, "Brer Tiger, tak out your inside an' wash it out." Brer Tiger did so. "Now, Brer Tiger, dip your head in water wash it good." The moment Brer Tiger put his head in water, Anansi took up the inside and run away with it give to his wife Tacoomah to boil. Next morning he heard that Tiger was dead. He called all the children to know how they were going to cry. Each one come say, "Tita Tiger dead!" The last child he called said, "Same somet'ing pupa bring come here las' night give Ma Tacoomah to boil, Tita Tiger gut."--"Oh, no!" said Anansi, "Pic'ninny, you can't go." So they lock up that child. So man hear him crying ask him what's the matter. "I wan' to go to Tita Tiger's funeral!" Let him out to go. When Anansi see him coming, he run away and tak house-top and since then he never come down. The Monkeys' Song Henry Spence, Bog, Westmoreland. Anansi and Tiger bade. So Anansi tell Tiger, "Meanwhile bading, tak out tripe!" Tiger tak out tripe. Anansi firs' come out an' eat Tiger tripe, an' say if Tiger wan' to know how him tripe go he mus, go down to Monkey town. So Anansi go down, go tell Monkey when dey see Tiger coming mus' sing, "Dis time, we eat Tiger gut down!" So after, as Tiger hear dem all a-singing, kill off all de Monkey. An' catch one of de Monkey an' he say Anansi come down larn him de song yesterday! NOTE: Eating Tiger's Guts. The "Just so" story, number 51, is another version of the diving plot, which is popular in Jamaica. Jekyll tells it, 7-9, in form (b). In all these cases, the trickster proposes diving and eats a store of food while his companion is in the water. The grotesque idea of bodily dismemberment coupled with the diving episode, I do not find in any of the parallels noted. In Parsons, Andros Island, 73, Boukee and Elephant go out bird-hunting. Boukee shoots Elephant and brings him home to the family. Boukee is brought to justice because the children are overheard singing, "Me an' Mamma'n Pappa Eat my belly full o' pot o' soup Bo'o' Elephin got (gut), oh!" For the incriminating song in version (b), see number 4. Jamaica Anansi Stories ,Martha Warren Beckwith, New York, Published By The American Folk-Lore Society, G. E. Stechert & Co., Agents. [1924] and is now in the public domain. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

East Enters the Medicine Lodge - Winnebago When the Creation Lodge of the Medicine Rite was first made ready, it came time for the East band to enter into it. However, even though the entrance was open, no person of weak means nor unstable mind would be able to pass through. Indeed, only important spirits could so much as project their thoughts within. There the leader of the East took four steps and stopped in front of it. Earthmaker had created him in his own image and placed him in control of Hâp (light-and-life), therefore he strode right in without effort. When the leader of the East entered, even though the light within shone with brilliance, yet now it was all the more so. As he walked towards the center of the lodge where our Grandfather burns, his steps exuded brilliant light. Even those without could see the light flicker as he strode forth. There at the entrance of the road he stopped and made his greetings. There he sung a song of greeting, even that which is song today by the leader of the East. Then he sat down upon that seat which in reality is a bear. Paul Radin, The Road of Life and Death: A Ritual Drama of the American Indians. Bollingen Series V (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1973 [1945]) 215. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

you are welcome, please pass them on ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, September 10, 2010 5:52 PM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] Eagles revenge - Cherokee > Thank you Blue Panther for these stories I look forward to receiving them. > Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry > > -----Original Message----- > From: "Blue Panther" <[email protected]> > Sender: [email protected] > Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2010 17:39:50 > To: summonthewolf<[email protected]>; > redroad<[email protected]>; > Native_Village<[email protected]>; > littlewolfstraditions<[email protected]>; > <[email protected]>; > indigenous_peoples_literatur<[email protected]>; > CHEROKEE<[email protected]> > Reply-To: [email protected] > Subject: [Cherokee Circle] Eagles revenge - Cherokee > > Eagles revenge - Cherokee > > Once a hunter in the mountains heard a noise at night like a rushing wind > outside the cabin, and on going out he found that an eagle had just > alighted on the drying pole and was tearing at the body of a deer hanging > there. Without thinking of the danger, he shot the eagle. In the morning > he took the deer and started back to the settlement, where he told what he > had done, and the chief sent out some men to bring in the eagle and > arrange for an Eagle dance with it's feathers. They brought back the dead > eagle, everything was made ready, and that night they started the dance in > the townhouse. > > About midnight there was a whoop outside and a strange warrior came into > the circle and began to recite his exploits. No one knew him, but they > thought he had come from one of the farther Cherokee towns. He told how he > had killed a man and at the end of the story he gave a hoarse yell, > Heeeeeee! that startled the whole company, and one of the seven men with > the rattles fell over dead. He sang of another deed, and at the end > straightened up with another loud yell. A second rattler fell dead, and > the people were so full of fear that they could not stir from their > places. Still he kept on, and at every pause there came again that > terrible scream, until the last of the seven rattlers fell dead, and then > the stranger went out into the darkness. > > Long afterward they learned from the eagle killer that it was the brother > of the eagle shot by the hunter. > > > > > > Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". > http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ > > or Come visit us. "Native Village" > [email protected] > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Earthdiver - Mono In the beginning, Prairie Falcon and Crow were sitting on a log which projected above the waters that covered the world. They asked Duck what number he dreamed of, and Duck replied, "Two." Prairie Falcon assigned him the number three and told him to dive into the water and bring up some sand from the bottom. Duck dived to get the sand, but before he reached the bottom, the three days he had been allotted expired. He awoke from his dream, died, and floated to the surface. Prairie Falcon brought him back to life however, and asked him what the trouble was. Duck said that he had come out of his dream, died, and then floated to the top. Prairie Falcon now asked Coot what number he had dreamed of. Coot replied, "Four." Then Prairie Falcon assigned him the number two and ordered him to dive for sand. Before Coot reached the bottom, two days elapsed, and he came out of his dream. He too died, and his body floated to the surface of the waters. Prairie Falcon saw the corpse, recovered it, and brought Coot back to life. He asked Coot what had been the trouble, and Coot replied that he had passed out of his dream. Then Prairie Falcon asked Grebe what number he had dreamed of. Grebe replied hat he had dreamed of five. Prairie Falcon assigned him the number four, and told him that was the number of days he had to bring sand from the bottom of the waters. Grebe was successful. he dived all the way to the bottom of the waters and secured some sand in each hand. As he was returning to the surface, he passed out of his dream, died and floated to the surface. Prairie Falcon brought him back to life and asked if he had secured any sand. Grebe said that he had, so Prairie Falcon wanted to know what he had done with it. Grebe explained that it had all slipped from his grasp when he died. Prairie Falcon and Crow both laughed at him and said that they didn't believe him. Then they looked at his hands and found sand under the fingernails. They took that sand and threw it in every direction. This is the way in which they made the world. http://www.angelfire.com/ca/Indian/Earthdiver.html Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

Earth making - Cherokee The Cherokee are one of the very few Indian tribes who conceive of the sun as female. This version is unusual for the Cherokee because it refers to the sun as "he". Earth is floating on the waters like a big island, hanging from four rawhide ropes fastened at the top of the sacred four directions. The ropes are tied to the ceiling of the sky, which is made of hard rock crystal. When the ropes break, this world will come tumbling down, and all living things will fall with it and die. Then everything will be as if the earth had never existed, for water will cover it. Maybe the white man will bring this about. Well, in the beginning also, water covered everything. Though living creatures existed, their home was up there, above the rainbow, and it was crowded. "We are all jammed together," the animals said. "We need more room." Wondering what was under the water, they sent Water Beetle to look around. Water Beetle skimmed over the surface but couldn't find any solid footing, so he dived down to the bottom and brought up a little dab of soft mud. Magically the mud spread out in the four directions and became this island we are living on - this earth. Someone Powerful then fastened it to the sky ceiling with cords. In the beginning the earth was flat, soft, and moist. All the animals were eager to live on it, and they kept sending down birds to see if the mud had dried and hardened enough to take their weight. But the birds all flew back and said that there was still no spot they could perch on. Then the animals sent Grandfather Buzzard down. He flew very close and saw that the earth was still soft, but when he glided low over what would become Cherokee country, he found that the mud was getting harder. By that time Buzzard was tired and dragging. When he flapped his wings down, they made a valley where they touched the earth; when he swept them up, they made a mountain. The animals watching from above the rainbow said, "If he keeps on, there will be only mountains," and they made him come back. That's why we have so many mountains in Cherokee land. At last the earth was hard and dry enough, and the animals descended. They couldn't see very well because they had no sun or moon, and someone said, "Let's grab Sun from up there behind the rainbow! Let's get him down too!" Pulling Sun down, they told him, "Here's a road for you," and showed him the way to go - from east to west. Now they had light, but it was much too hot, because Sun was too close to the earth. The crawfish had his back sticking out of a stream, and Sun burned it red. His meat was spoiled forever, and the people still won't eat crawfish. Everyone asked the sorcerers, the shamans, to put Sun higher. They pushed him up as high as a man, but it was still too hot. So they pushed him farther, but it wasn't far enough. They tried four times, and when they had Sun up to the height of four men, he was just hot enough. Everyone was satisfied, so they left him there. Before making humans, Someone Powerful had created plants and animals and had told them to stay awake and watch for seven days and seven nights. (This is just what young men do today when they fast and prepare for a ceremony.) But most of the plants and animals couldn't manage it; some fell asleep after one day, some after two days, some after three. Among the animals, only the owl and the mountain lion were still awake after seven days and seven nights. That's why they were given the gift of seeing in the dark so that they can hunt at night. Among the trees and other plants, only the cedar, pine, holly, and laurel were still awake on the eighth morning. Someone Powerful said to them: "Because you watched and kept awake as long as you had been told, you will not lose your hair in the winter." So these plants stay green all the time. After creating plants and animals, Someone Powerful made a man and his sister. The man poked her with a fish (!!!) and told her to give birth. After seven days she had a baby, and after seven more days she had another, and every seven days another came. The humans increased so quickly that Someone Powerful, thinking there would soon be no more room on this earth, arranged things so that a woman could have only one child every year. And that's how it was. Now, there is still another world under the one we live on. You can reach it by going down a spring, a water hole; but you need underworld people to be your scouts and guide you. The world under our earth is exactly like ours, except that it's winter down there when it's summer up here. We can see that easily, because spring water is warmer than the air in winter and cooler than the air in summer. Told at a Cherokee Treaty Council meeting in New York City, 1975. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]

we might have had summer for a month.....but i know it wasn't for as long as it was suppose to be. Alli ----- Original Message ----- From: "Virginia" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, September 14, 2010 12:14 PM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] season > Hi Alli, > I'm with you! Not ready for winter at all! I'm not even sure we had > summer > over here! > > Virginia

wow, keep the cold there. I'm not ready for it. Too much to do ----- Original Message ----- From: "James" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, September 14, 2010 9:42 AM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] season > Well it looks like the fall season is very well in tune for changing > our summer fun. > Here its already froze gallon bottles of water out side. People > lost the sensitive plants in the out door gardens....we are at 4300 > feet here according to my gps at fossil Lake Oregon. > Dan M > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hi Alli, I'm with you! Not ready for winter at all! I'm not even sure we had summer over here! Virginia ----- Original Message ----- From: "Alli" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, September 14, 2010 10:55 AM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] season > wow, keep the cold there. I'm not ready for it. > > Too much to do > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "James" <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Tuesday, September 14, 2010 9:42 AM > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] season > > > > Well it looks like the fall season is very well in tune for changing > > our summer fun. > > Here its already froze gallon bottles of water out side. People > > lost the sensitive plants in the out door gardens....we are at 4300 > > feet here according to my gps at fossil Lake Oregon. > > Dan M > > ======*====== > > List archives > > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- No virus found in this incoming message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 9.0.851 / Virus Database: 271.1.1/3134 - Release Date: 09/13/10 23:35:00

A friend of mine told me that he had had snow in the driveway at Lake Roosevelt in Eastern Washington the weekend before Labor Day! I didn't mind the cooler summer, but I sure as heck, am not ready for winter. Virginia in Western Washington . ----- Original Message ----- From: "James" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, September 14, 2010 8:42 AM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] season > Well it looks like the fall season is very well in tune for changing > our summer fun. > Here its already froze gallon bottles of water out side. People > lost the sensitive plants in the out door gardens....we are at 4300 > feet here according to my gps at fossil Lake Oregon. > Dan M > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- No virus found in this incoming message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 9.0.851 / Virus Database: 271.1.1/3133 - Release Date: 09/13/10 11:35:00

Well it looks like the fall season is very well in tune for changing our summer fun. Here its already froze gallon bottles of water out side. People lost the sensitive plants in the out door gardens....we are at 4300 feet here according to my gps at fossil Lake Oregon. Dan M