Before they got to the east, they started from the west. No one was east first. The west was the first entrance to America. Dan ----- Original Message ----- From: "Rana Griffith" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 5:27 PM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] Members > > > > > > From: [email protected] > To: [email protected] > Subject: RE: [Cherokee Circle] Members > Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2009 16:10:16 -0400 > > > > Oregonian?!? > I went to Friendship Indiana last weekend for the NMRA event and flea > market, and was pleased to see that the chief honored on the 2009 event > t-shirts happened to be Tahchee, son of Skyugo, or "Dutch" as he was often > called. It is my understanding that he and his family moved west across > the Missisippi when he was about five years of age. This was quite a bit > before most Cherokee headed that way. He fought against the Osage, yet, > he also lived among them for quite some time and made several friends > there. Anybody got anything to add to that?

Hmmm, no stories on AM Indian and its dead. CherokeeGene, CherokeeDNA dead sorta, Applegate, Crockett and others, Just chat, fun with computers, Cherokee Music, Cherokee Prayer, and others, not doing any thing, no stories there. Maybe we could add them and wake them up a bit, even the Yahoo Cherokee Genealogy no speak. Dan M ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 5:26 PM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] Members > The stories aren't killing the chat groups...... > they are the only things keeping them active. > > People just need to get back to wanting to learn & taking time to do > so......I know its easier said then done for some, I have less time in the > summer months then I do in the winter. > > But this summer is no exception, because I volunteer for a NP Rescue > (though > in another state) but we started a "task force" to help find justice for a > young foal (baby horse) that was starved to death (literally), his mother > near there, another mare near there, another mare was also starved to > death > AND preg. the foal was still born & the mother put down right afterwards. > > So....I'm really busy with this task force & I've started to make beaded > jewelry (just earrings for now). So....... > > But I so enjoy reading about our ancestor's & wish those who know stuff > would share it. > > Alli :) > ----- Original Message ----- > From: <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 4:24 PM > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] Members > > >> see dan i told you the stories kill chat groups. > > > ======*====== > 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

see dan i told you the stories kill chat groups. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Dan M." <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:16 AM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] Members > Well looks like Blue Panther is top poster here. > No one else has any thing else to say. > > Ok > Well all Cherokee were Oregonians before any thing else. > Think on that <G> > Dan > ======*====== > 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 >

Indianapolis Indiana, eiteljorg museum annual indian market. Lots of Cherokee artists there, and really good NDN tacos. I hope this link works. http://www.eiteljorg.org/ejm_WhatsHappening/SpecialEvents/Details.asp?ID=1779 > From: [email protected] > To: [email protected] > Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2009 09:16:52 -0700 > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] Members > > Well looks like Blue Panther is top poster here. > No one else has any thing else to say. > > Ok > Well all Cherokee were Oregonians before any thing else. > Think on that <G> > Dan > ======*====== > 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

Oregonian?!? I went to Friendship Indiana last weekend for the NMRA event and flea market, and was pleased to see that the chief honored on the 2009 event t-shirts happened to be Tahchee, son of Skyugo, or "Dutch" as he was often called. It is my understanding that he and his family moved west across the Missisippi when he was about five years of age. This was quite a bit before most Cherokee headed that way. He fought against the Osage, yet, he also lived among them for quite some time and made several friends there. Anybody got anything to add to that? Any gatherings or pow wows of note coming up? Also, been in the forest lately....spend most of my summer barring work there, saw that the wild gooseberries will be ready middle of next week here (Indiana). Paw Paws have fruit growing good! > From: [email protected] > To: [email protected] > Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2009 09:16:52 -0700 > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] Members > > Well looks like Blue Panther is top poster here. > No one else has any thing else to say. > > Ok > Well all Cherokee were Oregonians before any thing else. > Think on that <G> > Dan > ======*====== > 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

Well looks like Blue Panther is top poster here. No one else has any thing else to say. Ok Well all Cherokee were Oregonians before any thing else. Think on that <G> Dan

Artuk, Who Did All Forbidden Things - Inuit A MAN whose name was Artuk had buried his wife, but refused to remain aloof from doings which those who have been busied with the dead are forbidden to share. He said he did not hold by such old customs. Some of his fellow-villagers were at work cutting up frozen meat for food. After watching them for a while as they worked at the meat with their knives, he took a stone axe and hacked at the meat, saying: "That is the way to cut up meat." And this he did although it was forbidden. And on the same day he went out on to the ice and took off his inner coat to shake it, and this he did although it was forbidden. Also he went up on to an iceberg and drank water which the sun had melted there, knowing well that this was likewise forbidden. And all these things he did in scorn of that which his fellows believed. For he said it was all lies. But one day when he was starting out with his sledge, fear came upon him, and he dared not go alone. And as his son would not go with him willingly, he took him, and bound him to the uprights of the sledge, and carried him so. He never returned alive. Late in the evening, his daughter heard in the air the mocking laughter of two spirits. And she knew at once that they were laughing so that she might know how her father had been punished for his ill-doing. On the following day, many sledges went out to search for Artuk. And they found him, far out on the ice, torn to pieces, as is the way with those whom the spirits have punished for refusing to observe the customs of their forefathers. And the son, who was bound to the sledge, had not been touched, but he had died of fright. Eskimo Folk-Tales, collected by Knud Rasmussen, translated and edited by W. Worster; London [1921] and is now in the public domain. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/

Arrow Youth 2 - Cochiti Arrow Boy was hunting. He met two Eagle Girls. "Hello," he said. "Hello," they answered, "are you hunting?" They invited him to come to their house up on a high cliff. They said to each other, "How can we take him up?" The elder said, "You take him on your back." The younger said, "You take him up, you are the elder. You might be stronger than I." "All right. I will carry him on my back." She tried many times to fly up. She was able to go a little way, and then had to give up. At last she got him up. She brought him to their house. They told him to sit down and gave him a stool all of turquoise. Their father and mother were not at home, but were out hunting. They were all alone. At last they heard their parents coming. They did not know what to do with Arrow Boy and they hid him under the blankets. Their father and mother came near, and flew around the top of the house. They were bringing a buffalo that they had killed. The two girls came out to get the buffalo and flew up to meet their father and mother. They brought it in. Their father and mother sat down to rest, and the girls began to set out the food to eat. The elder sister went "Kem-kem (clearing her throat), kem-kem." Her father said, "What have you done? Anything wrong?" "My sister has done it." Again she went "Kem-kem--My sister--." Her sister poked her with her elbow to stop her. The father said, "What have, you done?" The younger sister answered, "My sister brought Arrow Boy up to our house." The mother cried, "Ahimi! (exclamation of fright). How did she ever bring him up? Where is he? I wonder you did not drop him!" "My sister hid him." They went where he was and threw the blanket off and brought him out. The mother said to Arrow Boy, "You are here?" "Yes." "How did these two girls bring you up here?" They gave him the two girls to be his wives. The girls invited Arrow Boy to go out with them. Arrow Bow asked, "Where shall we go?" "We shall go up through the sky." The father said to Arrow Boy, "Are you going with my two daughters, my son? As you go through the sky the doors will open; just at the door there is a great rock where every eagle stops." He said to the elder daughter, "You are the one to carry Arrow Boy on your back. Be strong and carry him carefully." "I am strong," she answered. She put him on her back. She tried, and she fluttered back. She was not strong enough. Finally she carried him up. They went up, and they came through the sky. There were two rocks, one on each side. They rested there. Their father had told the Eagle Girls, "Arrow Boy must pick downy feathers from under each of your tails. With these he will be able to travel by himself." When he took the feathers, the girls said, "Go north, that is where they need you." He came to the house of Grandmother Spider. She said, "Have you come to bring up the war captains (i. e., Twin Brothers)? Take this root, use it when you are in danger. You will come to a house, and in it there will be two persons (the Twin Brothers); they will pretend that they can not hear you. Call loudly and they will answer." He reached there. Those two were playing inside. He called loudly. They said, "Nobody is calling." He repeated his call, and they answered, "What? Who are you?" "It is Arrow Boy." They came running to the ladder; they looked up and saw Arrow Boy looking in. Arrow Boy came in and they gave him a stool of turquoise. They said, "This is why the Eagle Girls brought you up here. The people are troubled because they have had no rain in many years. For four years the Shiwana. have been shut up. Wind Maker Old Woman has imprisoned them." The Twins said to Arrow Boy, "Are you ready? Yes; it is almost time for the midday meal." The Twins brought a big bowl and set it in the center of the floor. In it they put a little white cornmeal, and they poured water upon it. Masewa jumped in first, and his brother followed. They went down into another room below, and from this room the Twins came up again, all dressed in buckskin with bows and arrows. They were tall and handsome now. They started off. "Do your best," they said to Arrow Boy, "we will watch you." As they went they said to him, "Have you your downy feathers?" "Yes." Masewa shot his arrow and when they had traveled the distance of that arrow, O'yoyewa shot his. Then Arrow Boy shot his. So they went, each shooting his arrow in turn and traveling on their arrows. They came near to where Wind Maker Old Woman lived. They told Arrow Boy, "There is a big pine, and on top there is always a watcher to guard Wind Maker Old Woman who sits under the tree. She is mending things, always mending." When they came to the pine tree Arrow Bow raised his bow and shot his arrow at the watchman. It went through his body and he fell down just where the old woman was sitting. She was frightened. She cried, "Whoever has done this? Nobody ever did this before. They have killed my watchman." They came close to the old woman and called, "Hello." She answered, "Are you the, ones who killed my watchman?" She invited them to come in, but they knew all about her already. She said, "Sit down, grandchildren, I will give you something to eat." She went in and brought out a skull. "This tastes very nice," she said, "do you like this?" They all three said, "No, we don't like that. We never ate that. We have brought our food." When they had finished eating she said, "Come on, boys, and let us play hide and seek." They were to hide four times. They bet their lives on not being found. Arrow Boy hid first. When he was ready Wind Maker Old Woman looked for him. She called, "Arrow Boy, as you went up the ladder you hid behind the door. Come out!" But he was not there; she had made a mistake. He was on top of the roof. So he won the first hiding. She said, "What a brave boy you are. Nobody has ever beaten me before as you have done now." But Arrow Boy had used the root which Grandmother Spider gave him. It was her turn. When she was ready, Arrow Boy called, "Gotcadutcka, you went up and hid in the rafters. Come out!" She came out. Arrow Boy had won the first round. It was Arrow Boy's turn again. The Twins were sitting there with a white manta around them. He hid under this. Wind Maker Old Woman called, "Arrow Boy, come out. You are behind the ladder." But he did not come out, for he was not behind the ladder. So she lost again; now it was her turn. She went to hide under the white manta. Arrow Boy called, "Come out, for you are under the white manta." "What a smart boy you are, you always find me!" It was Arrow Boy's turn. He hid to the east where the sun comes up, where there are many deer. He went into the anus of the last deer and came into the very front of his antlers. Wind Maker Old Woman called, "There you go, Arrow Boy. You went up the ladder and hid behind the door." But nobody came out, for he was not there. "What a smart boy you are," she cried. "Nobody ever did such harm as you. Come out, wherever you are." He came out. This was the fourth time that he had won. It was her turn. She went up to the sky and to the sun. She hid there. When Arrow Boy called, he said, "As you went that way, Wind Maker Old Woman, you went to the sky and to the sun. There you are hiding. Come down!" She came down. She said, "What a smart boy you are." Then the sun began to shine again. Then she said, "In this contest Arrow Boy has beaten me. Let me eat my skull first (i. e., before I die)." Arrow Boy answered, "All right." She ate it, and he killed her. When he opened her heart, inside there was nothing but splinters and cactus spines. They made her a turquoise heart so that she would not be dangerous any more. When she was alive again, she went into the north room. In this room she had hidden the Shiwana. They were starving. She went into the west room and she released all the katcina. that were there. She released all those in the south room and in the east. She had shut them there for four years. Arrow Boy and the Twin Brothers went home. When the katcina were all free, it began to thunder and lighten. The clouds spread out; there was rain. When the two Eagle Girls saw the lightning they knew that Arrow Boy had overcome Wind Maker Old Woman. They were both glad. Every once in a while they shook their bodies in the rain ("like all birds, glad for rain"). Arrow Boy and the Twins came down to the earth. When they were getting near to Arrow Boy's home, they came to Grandmother Spider and she said, "Are you coming back, Arrow Boy?" "Yes." "I am very pleased with you and very glad. I have seen good clouds, thunder, and lightning. Thank you for it very much. For your sake we are to have rain." They came to Eagle's house. As they were climbing up, Arrow Boy saw his two Eagle wives. They were shaking their bodies because they were glad to see the pretty clouds spreading out. They greeted each other. They were very thin from fasting (to aid Arrow Boy), for they were suffering as he suffered (i. e., under the same taboos). The twins went home, and Arrow Boy came back to this village. Tales of the Cochiti Indians, by Ruth Benedict; U.S. Bureau of American Ethnology, Bulletin no. 98; US Government Printing Office; [1931] and is now in the public domain. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/

Arikara notes - Arikara Signifying "horns," or "elk," and having reference to their ancient manner of wearing the hair with two pieces of bone standing up, one on each side of the crest; -ra is the plural suffix. Also called: A da ka' da ho, Hidatsa name. Ah-pen-ope-say, or A-pan-to'-pse, Crow name. Corn eaters, given as their own name. Ka'-nan-in, Arapaho name, meaning "people whose jaws break in pieces." O-no'-ni-o, Cheyenne name. Padani, Pani, applied to them by various tribes. Ree, abbreviation of Arikara. Sanish, "person," their own name, according to Gilmore (1927). S'guies'tshi, Salish name. Stâr-râh-he' [tstarahi], their own name, according to Lewis and Clark (1904-05). Tanish, their own name, meaning "the people," according to Hayden (1862). Perhaps a misprint of Sanish. Wa-zi'-ya-ta Pa-da'-nin, Yankton name, meaning "northern Pawnee." Connections. The Arikara belonged to the Caddoan linguistic stock and were a comparatively recent offshoot of the Skidi Pawnee. Location. In historic times they have occupied various points on the Missouri River between Cheyenne River, South Dakota, and Fort Berthold, North Dakota. (See also Montana and Nebraska.) Subdivisions and Villages The Arikara are sometimes spoken of as a confederacy of smaller tribes each occupying its own village, and one account mentions 10 of these, while Gilmore (1927) furnishes the names of 12, including 4 of major importance under which the others were grouped. These were as follows: Awahu, associated with which were Hokat and Scirihauk. Hukawirat, with which were associated Warihka and Nakarik. Tusatuk, with which were associated Tsininatak and Witauk. Tukstanu, with which were associated Nakanusts and Nisapst. Earlier sources give other names which do not agree with these: Hachepiriinu. Hia. Hosukhaunu, properly the name of a dance society. Hosukhaunukarerihu, properly the name of a dance society. Kaka. Lohoocat, the name of a town in the time of Lewis and Clark. Okos. Paushuk. Sukhutit. History. After parting from the Skidi in what is now Nebraska, the Arikara gradually pushed north to the Missouri River and on up that stream. In 1770 when French traders opened relations with them they were a little below Cheyenne River. Lesser and Weltfish (1932) suggest that they may have been the Harahey or Arahey of whom Coronado was told rather than the Pawnee. Lewis and Clark found them, reduced considerably in numbers, between Grand and Cannonball Rivers. In 1823 they attacked the boats of an American trader, killing 13 men and wounding others, and in consequence of this trouble they abandoned their country and went to live with the Skidi on Loup River. Two years later they returned to the Missouri, and by 1851 they had pushed as far north as Heart River. Meantime wars with the Dakota and the smallpox had reduced them so much that they were glad to open friendly relations with two other tribes, similarly reduced, the Hidatsa and Mandan. In 1862 they moved to Fort Berthold. In 1880 the Fort Berthold Reservation was created for the three tribes, and the Arikara have ever since lived upon it, though they are now allotted land in severalty, and on the approval of the allotments, July 10, 1900, they became citizens of the United States. Population. Mooney (1928) estimates that in 1780 there were about 3,000 Arikara. In 1804 Lewis and Clark gave 2,600. In 1871 they numbered 1,650; in 1888 only 500; and in 1904, 380. The census of 1910 returned 444 of whom 425 were in North Dakota. In 1923 the United States Indian Office gave 426. The census of 1930 returned 420, and the United States Indian Office in 1937, 616. Connection in which they have become noted. The Arikara are noted merely as the most northerly of the Caddoan tribes and from their probable influence in introducing a knowledge of agriculture to the people of the upper Missouri. Arickaree in Washington County, Colo., perpetuates the name The Indian Tribes of North America (1910) ~ John R. Swanton and is now in the public domain. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/

Aplíkmuj, the Lazy Rabbit - Micmaq In the Old Time, as you know, Aplíkmuj was Kluskap's forest guide and helped wayfarers lost in the forest. However, as time went on, Indians and animals learned to find their own way through the trees and did not need the rabbit's services so often. Aplíkmuj grew fat and lazy. If there was something easy and pleasant to do, he did it. If the thing were difficult or tiring, he did not. Now that is no way to keep a wigwam stocked with food. Often, poor old Nukumi, his grandmother, with whom he lived, had to hunt for food herself, or they would have gone hungry. And no matter how much she scolded him, Aplíkmuj refused to mend his ways. Kluskap, far away in his lodge on Blomidon, saw that the rabbit was becoming a thoroughly useless creature. He must be warned against the dangers of laziness. So, wasting no time, Kluskap descended from his lodge to the beach in three huge strides, launched his canoe, and paddled across the Bay of Fundy to the shore near the rabbit's home. It was a fine bright morning, the air cool and tasting of salt, as it always does in the Maritime Provinces. And presently along hopped the rabbit, singing with fine spirit: It's a lovely day to do Nothing, nothing All the day through! He paid no attention to the tasty leaves and berries he might have been gathering for dinner. He was much more interested in watching other people work. There was Miko the Squirrel scampering up the big maple tree, his cheeks bulged out with nuts, pausing only long enough to scold Aplíkmuj for coming too near his storehouse. There was Mejipjamooej the Bumble Bee, busy at the golden rod, gathering honey for his hive. And there was Tities the Blue Jay, flying worms to his family in the big pine. It was all so interesting that Aplíkmuj stopped beside a stately fir tree to enjoy the scene. Suddenly behind him, he heard a voice. "Aplíkmuj, be careful!" The rabbit jumped and whirled about, but there was nobody there. The voice spoke again, from somewhere over his head. "Take care, Aplíkmuj, or your lazy ways will bring you pain and sorrow." The rabbit looked up and saw the fir tree shake like a leaf in a storm, yet not a breath of wind stirred. Frightened out of his wits, he ran--and he never stopped running until he was safe at home, where he told his grandmother what had happened. "Kluskap has given you a warning," said his grand mother. "Be sure to obey him, grandson, or you will be sorry." The rabbit's legs were still trembling from fright and exertion, and he promised at once that he would take care to mend his lazy ways in future. And indeed, for a while, he went busily about his hunting and kept the wigwam well stocked with food. But, when autumn came, he grew lazy again and went back to his old careless ways. It's a lovely day to do Nothing, nothing All the day through! So sang Aplíkmuj as he sauntered through the glory of autumn trees. Nukumi begged and scolded and pleaded, but he continued to spend more time visiting his neighbours than gathering food. One day, when winter had come to the land, he came to the wigwam of Kiwnik the Otter. Kiwnik politely asked him to dine, and the rabbit promptly accepted. Kiwnik turned to his elderly house keeper and addressed her in the usual Indian fashion: "Nukumi, prepare the meal." Then he took some fishhooks and went off, the rabbit hopping along behind, curious to see what he was going to do. Kiwnik sat on the snowy bank of the river and slid down an icy path into the water. In a moment, he reappeared with a string of eels which he carried to his grandmother, and she promptly cooked them for dinner. "Gracious!" thought Aplíkmuj. "If that isn't an easy way to get a living. I can do that as well as Kiwnik," and he invited the otter to be his guest at dinner on the following day. Then he hurried home. "Come," he said to his grandmother, "we are going to move our lodge down to the river." And in spite of all she could say, he insisted on moving it. Nukumi reminded him that the wigwam was empty of food, and he ought to be out hunting, but Aplíkmuj paid no attention. He was busy making a slide like Kiwnik's. The weather was cold, so all he had to do was pour water down the snowy bank, where it soon froze, and there was his fishing slide. Early next day, the guest arrived. When it was time for dinner, Aplíkmuj said to his grandmother: "Nukumi, prepare the meal." "There is nothing to prepare," said she, sadly. "Oh, I will see to that," said the rabbit with a confident laugh, and he took his place at the top of the slide to go fishing. When he tried to push off, however, he found it was not so easy. His coat was rough and bulky and dry, not smooth and slippery like the otter's. He had to wriggle and push with his heels until at last he slid down and plunged into the water. The cold took his breath quite away, and he suddenly remembered he was unable to swim. Struggling and squealing, he thought no more of fishing, for he was in great danger of drowning. "What on earth is the matter with him?" Kiwnik asked the grandmother. "I suppose he has seen someone else do that," sighed Nukumi, "and he thinks he can do it too." Kiwnik helped the freezing, half-drowned rabbit out of the water and, since there was nothing to eat, went home hungry and disgusted. But do you think that cold bath cured Aplíkmuj? Not at all. The very next day, as he ran idly through the forest, he came to the lodge of some female woodpeckers. He was delighted when these Antawaas invited him to dinner. He watched eagerly to see how they found food. One of the woodpeckers took a dish, went up the side of an old beech tree and quickly dug out a plentiful supply of food, which was cooked and placed before the rabbit. "My, oh my!" thought Aplíkmuj. "How easily some people get a living. What is to prevent me from getting mine in that fashion?" And he told the Antawaas they must come and dine with him. On the day following, they appeared at the rabbit's lodge and Aplíkmuj said to his grandmother importantly: "Nukumi, prepare the meal." "You foolish rabbit," said she, "there is nothing to prepare." "Make the fire," said the rabbit grandly, "and I shall see to the rest." He took the stone point from an eel spear and fastened it on his head in imitation of a woodpecker's bill, then climbed a tree and began knocking his head against it. Soon his head was bruised and bleeding, and he lost his hold and fell to the earth with a tremendous crash. The Antawaas could not keep from laughing. "Pray what was he doing up there?" "I suppose he has seen someone else do that," said Nukumi, shaking her head, "and thinks he can do it too." And she advised them to go home, as there would be no food for them there that day. Now, sore as he was, you would certainly think the rabbit had learned his lesson. Yet, a day or two later, he was idling in the woods as usual when he came upon Muin the Bear, who invited him to dinner. He was greatly impressed at the way in which the bear got his meal. Muin merely took a sharp knife and cut small pieces off the soles of his feet. These he placed in a kettle on the fire, and in a short while they enjoyed a delicious meal. "This must be the easiest way of all to get a dinner," marvelled Aplíkmuj, and he invited Muin to dine with him next day. Now what the rabbit did not know was that the bears preserve food on their feet. They press ripe blueberries with their paws and, after the cakes have dried upon them, cut bits off to eat. The silly rabbit thought Muin had actually cut pieces off his paws! At the appointed time, Aplíkmuj ordered his grand mother to prepare the meal, and when she said there was nothing to prepare, he told her to put the kettle on and he would do the rest. Then he took a stone knife and began to cut at his feet as he had seen Muin do. But oh dear me, it hurt. It hurt dreadfully! With tears streaming down his cheeks, he hacked and hacked, first at one foot and then at the other. Muin the Bear was greatly astonished. "What on earth is the fellow trying to do?" he asked. Nukumi shook her head dismally. "It is the same old thing. He has seen someone else do this." "Well!" said Muin crossly, "It is most insulting to be asked to dinner and get nothing to eat. The trouble with that fellow is-- he's lazy!" and he went home in a huff. Then at last, Aplíkmuj, nursing his sore feet, remembered what Kluskap had said. All at once, he saw how silly he had been. "Oh dear!" he said. "My own ways of getting food are hard, but others' are harder. I shall stick to my own in the future," and he did. >From then on, the wigwam of Aplíkmuj and his grandmother was always well stored with food, winter and summer, and though he still sings, his song has changed: It's a wiser thing to be Busy, busy Constantly! And far away on Blomidon, Kluskap, seeing his foolish rabbit mend his ways at last, set a light to his pipe and smoked contentedly Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/

The Origin of Fire - Apache Long, long ago, animals and trees talked with each other, but there was no fire at that time. Fox was most clever and he tried to think of a way to create fire for the world. One day, he decided to visit the Geese, te-tl, whose cry he wished to learn how to imitate. They promised to teach him if he would fly with them. So they contrived a way to attach wings to Fox, but cautioned him never to open his eyes while flying. Whenever the Geese arose in flight, Fox also flew along with them to practice their cry. On one such adventure, darkness descended suddenly as they flew over the village of the fireflies, ko-na- tcic-a. In mid-flight, the glare from the flickering fireflies caused Fox to forget and he opened his eyes--instantly his wings collapsed! His fall was uncontrollable. He landed within the walled area of the firefly village, where a fire constantly burned in the center. Two kind fireflies came to see fallen Fox, who gave each one a necklace of juniper berries, katl-te-i-tse. Fox hoped to persuade the two fireflies to tell him where he could find a way over the wall to the outside. They led him to a cedar tree, which they explained would bend down upon command and catapult him over the wall if he so desired. That evening, Fox found the spring where fireflies obtained their water. There also, he discovered colored earth, which when mixed with water made paint. He decided to give himself a coat of white. Upon returning to the village, Fox suggested to the fireflies, "Let's have a festival where we can dance and I will produce the music." They all agreed that would be fun and helped to gather wood to build up a greater fire. Secretly, Fox tied a piece of cedar bark to his tail. Then he made a drum; probably the first one ever constructed, and beat it vigorously with a stick for the dancing fireflies. Gradually, he moved closer and closer to the fire. Fox pretended to tire from beating the drum. He gave it to some fireflies, who wanted to help make the music. Fox quickly thrust his tail into the fire, lighting the bark, and exclaimed, "It is too warm here for me, I must find a cooler place." Straight to the cedar tree Fox ran, calling, "Bend down to me, my cedar tree, bend down!" Down bent the cedar tree for Fox to catch hold, then up it carried him far over the wall. On and on he ran, with the fireflies in pursuit. As Fox ran along, brush and wood on either side of his path were ignited from the sparks dropping from the burning bark tied to his tail. Fox finally tired and gave the burning bark to Hawk, i-tsarl-tsu- i, who carried it to brown Crane, tsi-nes-tso-l. He flew far southward; scattering fire sparks everywhere. This is how fire first spread over the earth. Fireflies continued chasing Fox all the way to his burrow and declared, "Forever after, Wily Fox, your punishment for stealing our fire will be that you can never make use of it for yourself." For the Apache nation, this too was the beginning of fire for them. Soon they learned to use it for cooking their food and to keep themselves warm in cold weather. http://www.indians.org/welker/origfire.htm Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/

Legend of the Apache Tear - Apache One day; a party of Apache Indians, was ambushed by an enemy tribe. The Apaches fought bravely but were greatly outnumbered and driven to the top of a high bluff. Their arrows gone and unable to fight and unwilling to be taken captive, they leapt from the cliffs to their death. Their women were understandably grief-stricken and wept over the bodies. Their teardrops froze when they hit the ground to become the lovely stones we know today as "Apache Tears". 'Apache Tears' is also called Black Obsidian. Obsidian has great healing properties. Like other black gemstones it is used to ground scattered energies. The stone emanates truth and will show you your strengths and weaknesses. This is a powerful stone with potential for positive cleansing and transformation. Used in 'grounding' one's energies. Also helps soul reflection. The "Grief Stone". Apache Tears allow for tears to be shed, stimulating emotional spontaneity and the release of barriers that prevent you from experiencing deep sorrow. This stone is excellent for transmuting one's own negativity under stressful situations. When held up to the light it appears transparent. However, it has been noted that the grief one feels goes into the stone and can turn it opaque. Black Obsidian vibrates to the number 1. Number 1 is about courage and leadership, having strong will power and determination. http://pr.tennessee.edu/ut2kids/rocks/apaches.html Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/

Antelope Hunting - Cochiti [1] A Cochiti man went antelope hunting on the antelope plains. He took an antelope skin that almost covered him. When he came to the plains he put it on so that he looked just like an antelope. He saw them in a high place. He took a different direction and hid to see what direction they would take. When he saw that they were moving away he went closer. He stalked them. He kept his bow and arrow hidden under his antelope suit. They thought he was an antelope. When he got to the center of the herd he hurled his spear and the animal that was wounded ran off. He followed till the antelope fell exhausted. When he had plenty he went back to the spot where he had put on his suit and began to skin the antelopes. He killed all those that were not yet dead. He stayed three days and took much game. He killed more than all the rest of the party. (The rest did not wear antelope disguise.) In this way he became a great antelope hunter. At last he went on a hunt. He had sighted antelopes on the plains and put on the antelope skin. He went to windward and came to a high place. While he stood waiting the eagle came flapping his wings. With his claws the eagle took the boy by his neck. His companions were watching. They went to help. When they got there, Eagle had the boy by the neck and his wings over the body. This was the end of the great antelope hunter. This is a true story. Footnotes [1] Informant 4. Tales of the Cochiti Indians, by Ruth Benedict; U.S. Bureau of American Ethnology, Bulletin no. 98; US Government Printing Office; [1931] and is now in the public domain. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/

Another Story Of Leopard's Spots - Yoruba According to another story, Leopard once had a very dark skin. He was prowling one day in a beautiful compound, when he noticed a little hut in which a lady was taking her bath. Round and round the hut Leopard walked, waiting for an opportunity to spring into the hut and seize his victim, for he was hungry. But as he passed the opening of the hut, the lady saw him, and, uttering a scream of terror, she threw at him her loofah, which was full of soap. "She flung it at him and he fled, But to this day the Leopard still Is flecked with soap from foot to head!" Yoruba Legends,M. I. Ogumefu, B.A.,[London, 1929] and is now in the public domain. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/

Ankakumikaityn the Nomad Wolf - Inuit One summer the fox heard that Ankakumikaityn the nomad wolf was courting his neighbor, the elder she-dog. So the wily fox made himself an outfit of wolf's clothing: a grey fur cloak, boots and cap. Then, when the she-dog's brothers were away and she was at home with her younger sister, he called upon her. "I have two herds of fat reindeer," said the fox to the elder sister, as he sipped the bilberry tea she offered him. "I have come to seek your hand." Thinking that this was, indeed, Ankakumikaityn the nomad wolf, the she-dog treated him to reindeer meat, hot mare's-blood sausages, raw walrus liver and pickled fish, the very choicest pieces. All the while, the fox sat in his cap, unwilling to take it off lest he be recognized. "Being a wealthy person," he explained, "I keep my cap on that people might respect me. "All of a sudden, the sound of dogs barking could be heard from afar." It is my brothers returning from hunting," the she-dog said. "Oh dear," exclaimed the fox, "they will likely scare my herds. I must run to caution them." Once away from the tent, the fox quickly dashed up the nearby hill and loosened some rocks. When the dog brothers came in sight, he pushed the boulders down the hillside and crushed them all. Thereupon, he returned to the tent and finished his tea, charming the sisters with his oily-tongued tales. As dusk fell and the sisters were busy about their housework, he made off with all their food supplies. Early next morning, the sisters became most alarmed on discovering their supplies gone and their brothers still absent. As they searched the valley and found their poor brothers dead, they wept in despair. "Who could have done us such harm?" they wailed. In their sorrow, they decided to go to Ankakumikaityn to seek his counsel. The nomad wolf was puzzled. "But I never came to you yesterday!" he exclaimed. It was not long before the sisters realized they had been tricked by the fox. With the wolf's help, they worked out a plan to get their revenge. Next day, the fox, unaware that he had been discovered called on the sisters again dressed as Ankakumikaityn. But this time they were expecting him. While the fox drank bilberry tea and exchanged pleasantries, the nomad wolf stealthily entered the tent, grabbed the treacherous fox and tied him up. "What shall we do with the scoundrel? "asked the wolf. "Let's put him in a sack and leave him in the tundra," suggested the two sisters. That they did. The poor fox almost fainted from fright, wondering what his fate would be. At last, he was set down with a bump; the younger sister collected a heap of dry grass and brushwood for a fire, piled it round the sack, surrounded the tinder with stones and then lit the fire. Poor fox. He at last burst out of the burning sack, his wolf's clothing aflame, and rushed headlong over the tundra like a burning torch. Satisfied at their revenge, the dog sisters and the wolf returned to the tent. Ankakumikaityn wed the elder sister, and the younger dog looked after their children. Some time later, she found herself a husband too. Since that time red foxes began to appear in the tundra. So it seems that wily old fox, scorched and fiery red, managed to survive his roasting after all. Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/

Buffalo Field Campaign Yellowstone Bison Update from the Field June 18, 2009 ------------------------------ ------------------------------ In this issue: * Update from the Field - Four Bulls Killed by Agents * Our Friend Frog: BFC Celebrates his Life & Mourns his Passing * Last Words * Kill Tally ------------------------------ * Update from the Field We lost four brother buffalo yesterday to the ignorance and greed of Montana's livestock industry. We are sad to report that the Montana Department of Livestock (DOL) sent three bull buffalo to slaughter yesterday after capturing them on private land at Duck Creek, in a trap just 200 yards from the boundary of Yellowstone National Park. Read the full press release here http://www.buffalofieldcampaign.org/media/press0809/pressreleases0809/061709.html In addition, agents shot another bull buffalo on Gallatin National Forest land yesterday. Both (DOL) and Montana Fish, Wildlife & Parks (FWP) participated in the killing and processing of this beautiful emblem of the wild. In a disgraceful act, the FWP agent, game warden Jim Smolzynski, even brought his young daughter along to help participate in the violent act. Just two weeks ago, she participated in the prayer ceremony with Chief Arvol Looking Horse. The FWP agent's dog was also present at the kill site, and was allowed to sample the buffalo carcass, which will likely be processed and given to a food bank or a Native American charity organization. This bull bison was on Gallatin National Forest land, where, according to the Adaptive Management Plan (see below and read the press release), bulls are supposed to be allowed year-round. However, a local hobby rancher insists that the bull co-mingled with cattle, which in Montana is an immediate death sentence for buffalo under the ill-intentioned Interagency Bison Management Plan. The bulls captured at Duck Creek were also set up to fail. The Adaptive Management Plan put forth by the Interagency Bison Management Plan participants states that bull buffalo will be allowed in certain areas outside of Yellowstone year round. However, the agents made sure to make it as difficult as possible for buffalo to live through these changes as they exclude bison from areas north of Duck Creek, the favored migration corridor for bull bison along Yellowstone's western boundary lands. You can view footage (LINK) of both incidents at http:.//www.buffalofieldcampaign.org but please be warned that the images are very graphic and disturbing. It is important to remember that federal tax dollars are being used to carry these atrocious activities out. The Adaptive Management changes have been used by the agencies in an attempt to tranquilize the public and make us believe that things are actually getting better for the buffalo. It is a lie, these incidents - like last month's intensive hazing - clearly demonstrate that little, if anything, has actually changed on the ground. Bull bison cannot transmit brucellosis to cattle. The disease, which no wild bison has ever transmitted to cattle, is the excuse Montana uses to justify the harassment and slaughter of wild bison. A closer look at the issue, underscored by the death of bulls, reveals that it's really about grass, and the cattle industry would rather kill bison than share the grass with them. Make your voice heard for these buffalo so that their lives are not lost in vain: ~ Contact Montana Department of Livestock State Veterinarian Marty Zaluski and let him know how you feel about these tragic and senseless incidents: [email protected] 406-444-0782 ~ Then, please contact President Barack Obama, even if you have done so before, and keep pressure on until he takes positive action to help the buffalo and stop the slaughter once and for all! http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/2426/campaign.jsp?campaign_KEY=26453, Roam Free! ------------------------------ * Our Friend Frog: BFC Celebrates his Life & Mourns his Passing The buffalo and our community lost a dear friend this last week. On Thursday, June 11, 2009, "Frog" passed on in the waters around the San Juan Islands off the coast of Washington. His last days were beautiful and happy, filled with oysters and canoe camping, friendship and love. Brian Gharst arrived at BFC early on, and was a passionate advocate for the wild. As the third Brian at camp, he was quickly dubbed with a new name - another volunteer called him "Frog" after he leaped up the slopes behind the cabin on a hike. Frog brought so much caring, peaceful energy, humor, and brilliance to BFC, and to this world. Friends and acquaintances knew him as someone who could do or create anything, as a person with an enormous heart, as someone who accepted people without judgment, and as a person who cared genuinely and deeply about this planet and its creatures. Before arriving at BFC, Brian had been baking with the Bionic Baking Brigade; and he went on to actively support and work with many other campaigns and causes - with Seeds of Peace, Wild Rockies Earth First!, and more. During his time in Missoula, Brian crafted rickshaws and bicycle trailers, built greenhouses and gardens, revived the free community bicycle shop, and sought treasures throughout town from dumpsters to mountain streams. He took his brilliance and offerings to the world everywhere he went. This weekend, many friends and family are gathering in Missoula to honor Brian, mourn our loss, and celebrate his life and this community of people he continues to bring together. For those also affected by Brian and his life, and who wish to participate, you can contact the campaign or friends in Missoula for more details. Another ceremony will also take place on Horse Butte in West Yellowstone, a place special to Frog and many of his friends. Some of his ashes will be offered there, and his spirit will continue to bless the buffalo, and bless us all. We love you, Frog. Thank you for all you gave this world. ------------------------------ * Last Words "In the eyes of the agencies, 'tolerance' merely means delaying the inevitable slaughter of America's last wild buffalo." ~ Dan Brister, Executive Director, Buffalo Field Campaign ------------------------------ * Kill Tally AMERICAN BISON ELIMINATED from the last wild population in the U.S. 2008-2009 Total: 22 2008-2009 Slaughter: 3 2008-2009 Hunt: 1 2008-2009 Quarantine: 0 2008-2009 Shot by Agents: 2 2008-2009 Highway Mortality: 16 2007-2008 Total: 1,631 Total Since 2000: 3,702* *includes lethal government action, quarantine, hunts, highway mortalities ------------------------------ Media & Outreach Buffalo Field Campaign P.O. 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Animal Talk - Jamaica James Anderson Hilton, Maroon Town, Cock-pit country. Fowl tell de other fowl say, "Tell odder, one, odder one, odder one!" till it scatter over de whole worl'. Cock say, "If it tre-ew, yes!" Horse stamp him foot on de eart', "What in my stomach, mak it stay in deah!" Jack-ass say, "De worl' don' level!" (for if de worl' level, don' hav to wear crupper on his tail.) Cow say (slowly and drawlingly), "Mas-sa wor-r-r-k ne-v-e-r don-n-ne!" Mule say (quickly and with energy), "it will done! it will done! it will done! Massa work will done!" Crab say, "Mustn't trust shadder after dark!" Ground Dove say, "My hears! my hears! my hears!" (won't hear what his parents tell him). Hopping Dick go up on sharp 'tump an' White Belly go up on one tall tree an' bet one bet who can stay de longest widout eat. Hopping Dick say, "Chem chem cheery o!" White Belly say, "Coo coo coo, me hearie you! Coo coo coo, me hearie you!" Hopping Dick go down to de groun' pick up worm. White Belly stay up on tree all de time. White Belly fall down an' die. NOTE: 149. Animal Talk. Again there are, in this medley which imitates animal sounds, reminiscences of consecutive Nansi stories--Crab's words, in number 54; Ground Dove's in 50. For the fasting contest, see number 61. Tremearne, 28, says that the imitation of animal cries is a favorite device in African story-telling. Compare Hollis, Nandi, 109-111, where a great many examples are given of this kind of entertainment. 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/

Angakorsiak Was Very Proud Of His Angakok Wisdom - Inuit Angakorsiak was very proud of his angakok wisdom, and always roamed about seeking opportunities of emulating other angakut. When he happened to surpass them, he used to mock and ridicule them in a most overbearing manner. Once he visited an angakok far up north, and challenged him to a match, at which, in broad daylight, they were to contend in working the wonders of their art before an assembly. Angakorsiak began his performance by cutting off his arm near the shoulder, inserting it again and drinking the blood from the wound; after which he swallowed an arrow-point and made it appear again, opened his stomach with a knife, and so on. When he had finished, the other angakok repeated the same feats with the utmost perfection, and then remarked, "Well, what we have yet done amounts to nothing; but I should now like to try a kayak-race with thee." They went down in their kayaks, and the angakok of the place, taking his way to an island, threw his harpoon at a rock with such force as to make it enter the stone and blood to spring from it. Angakorsiak on trying this entirely failed, his harpoon being broken and lost. On their way back to the shore he bent down his head from shame, capsized his kayak, and sank. But directly afterwards a reindeer emerged from the water, and ran up on the beach. Shame having thus transformed him into a reindeer, he afterwards turned a man again, and hastened away, resolved to give up all kind of emulation in future. NOTE.- Of this tale several variants exist, the traditions about the deeds of angakut, on the whole, being numerous. Tales and Traditions of the Eskimo, by Henry Rink; London [1875] and is now in the public domain. [Greenland] Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/

Anarteq - Inuit There was once an old man, and he had only one son, and that son was called Anarteq. But he had many daughters. They were very fond of going out reindeer hunting to the eastward of their own place, in a fjord. And when they came right into the base of the fjord, Anarteq would let his sisters go up the hillside to drive the reindeer, and when they drove them so, those beasts came out into a big lake, where Anarteq could row out in his kayak and kill them all. Thus in a few days they had their umiak filled with meat, and could go home again. One day when they were out reindeer hunting, as was their custom, and the reindeer had swum out, and Anarteq was striking them down, he saw a calf, and he caught hold of it by the tail and began to play with it. But suddenly the reindeer heaved up its body above the surface of the water, and kicked at the kayak so that it turned over. He tried to get up, but could not, because the kayak was full of water. And at last he crawled out of it. The women looked at him from the shore, but they could not get out to help him, and at last they heard him say: "Now the salmon are beginning to eat my belly." And very slowly he went to the bottom. Now when Anarteq woke again to his senses, he had become a salmon. But his father was obliged to go back alone, and from that time, having no son, he must go out hunting as if he had been a young man. And he never again rowed up to those reindeer grounds where they had hunted before. And now that Anarteq had thus become a salmon, he went with the others, in the spring, when the rivers break up, out into the sea to grow fat. But his father, greatly wishing to go once more to their old hunting grounds, went there again as chief of a party, after many years had passed. His daughters rowed for him. And when they came in near to the base of the fjord, he thought of his son, and began to weep. But his son, coming up from the sea with the other salmon, saw the umiak, and his father in it, weeping. Then he swam to it, and caught hold of the paddle with which his father steered. His father was greatly frightened at this, and drew his paddle out of the water, and said: "Anarteq had nearly pulled the paddle from my hand that time." And for a long while, he did not venture to put his paddle in the water again. When he did so at last, he saw that all his daughters were weeping. And a second time Anarteq swam quickly up to the umiak. Again the father tried to draw in his paddle when the son took hold of it, but this time he could not move it. But then at last he drew it quite slowly to the surface, in such a way that he drew his son up with it. And then Anarteq became a man again, and hunted for many years to feed his kin. Eskimo Folk-Tales, collected by Knud Rasmussen, translated and edited by W. Worster; London [1921] and is now in the public domain Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/

Anansi and the Pig coming from Market - Jamaica Moses Hendricks, Mandeville. Anansi took the job to sweep the market. After he swept the market and got the pay, he bought a pig called 'wee pig'. On his way home he had to cross a stream. He couldn't get the pig across. He wouldn't carry it himself and he wouldn't pay anyone to assist him,--wanted free help. So he saw a dog coming along. He said, "Br'er Dog, I beg you bite this pig, make this pig jump over the river, make Anansi get home." Dog said no, couldn't do it. He saw a stick coming along, said, "Do, Br'er Stick, I beg you lick this dog, make this dog bite this pig, make this pig jump over this river, make Anansi get home." Stick said no, couldn't do it. He see Fire, say, "Do, me good Fire, burn this stick, make this stick lick this dog, make this dog bite this pig, make this pig jump over this river, make Anansi get home." Fire says no. He sees Water. "Do, me good Water, I beg you out this fire, make this fire burn this stick, make this stick lick this dog, make this dog bite this pig, make this pig jump over the river, make Anansi get home." Water said no. He saw a cow coming. "Do, Br'er Cow, drink this Water, make this water out this fire, make this fire burn this stick, make this stick lick this dog, make this dog bite this pig, make this pig jump over this river, make Anansi get to go home." Cow said no. He saw a butcher coming. "Do, me good butcher, I beg you butcher this cow, make this cow drink this water, make this water out this fire, make this fire burn this stick, make this stick lick this dog, make this dog bite this pig, make this pig jump over this river, make Anansi get home!" Butcher said no, wouldn't do it. He sees Rope coming along. "Do, Br'er Rope, I beg you hang this butcher, make this butcher kill this cow, make this cow drink this water, make this water out this fire, make this fire burn this stick, make this stick lick this dog, make this dog bite this pig, make this pig jump over the river, make Anansi get home!" Rope said no. Saw Grease coming along. "Do, me good Grease, grease this rope, make this rope hang this butcher, make this butcher kill this cow, make this cow drink this water, make this water out this fire, make this fire burn this stick, make this stick lick this dog, make this dog bite this pig, make this pig jump over the river, make Anansi get home!" Grease said no. He saw a Rat. Said, "Do, me good Rat, gnaw this grease, make this grease grease this rope, make this rope hang this butcher, make this butcher kill this cow, make this cow drink this water, make this water out this fire, make this fire burn this stick, make this stick lick this dog, make this dog bite this pig, make this pig jump over this river, make Anansi get home!" Rat says no. Saw Puss coming along. "Do, Br'er Puss, I beg you kill this rat, make this rat gnaw this grease, make this grease grease this rope, make this rope hang this butcher, make this butcher kill this cow, make this cow drink this water, make this water out this fire, make this fire burn this stick, make this stick lick this dog, make this dog bite this pig, make this pig jump over this river, make Anansi get home!" Puss says, "Yes, I will kill your rat!" Pat says, "Before you kill me, I will gnaw the grease!" Grease says, "Before you gnaw me, I will grease the rope!" Rope says, "Before you grease me, I will hang the butcher!" Butcher says, "Before you hang me, I will kill the cow!" Cow says, "Before you kill me, I will drink the water!" Water says, "Before you drink me, I will out the fire!" Fire says, "Before you out me, I will burn the stick!" Stick says, "Before you burn me, I will lick the dog!" Dog says, "Before you lick me, I will bite the pig!" Pig says, "Before you bite me, I will jump over the river!" So away went the pig over the river; and him and Anansi went home safe and without expense. NOTE: See Grimm 72a, Bolte u. Polívka, 2:100-106; and compare Parsons, Andros Island, 108 and note; discussion of Spanish forms by Boas, JAFL 25:252, note; by Espinosa, JAFL 27:222-227. 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/