These are a series of links to a set of 5 very good articles concerning southeast Indians & their history. I’d advise reading...... The Chattanoogan.com Tennessee's Indians in the Historical Era – Series 1-5 1 http://www.chattanoogan.com/2013/5/14/251193/Tennessee-s-Indians-in-the-Historical.aspx 2 http://www.chattanoogan.com/2013/5/16/251402/Tennessee-s-Indians-in-the-Historical.aspx 3 http://www.chattanoogan.com/2013/5/18/251529/Tennessee-s-Indians-in-the-Historical.aspx 4 http://www.chattanoogan.com/2013/5/20/251653/Tennessee-s-Indians-in-the-Historical.aspx 5 http://www.chattanoogan.com/2013/5/22/251775/Tennessee-s-Indians-in-the-Historical.aspx Joyce Gaston Reece

Hunting Song - Navajo Comes the deer to my singing, Comes the deer to my song, Comes the deer to my singing. He, the blackbird, he am I, Bird beloved of the wild deer. Comes the deer to my singing. >From the Mountain Black, >From the summit, Down the trail, coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Through the blossoms, Through the flowers, coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Through the flower dew-drops, Coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Through the pollen, flower pollen, Coming, coming now, Comes the deer to my singing. Starting with his left fore-foot, Stamping, turns the frightened deer, Comes the deer to my singing. Quarry mine, blessed am I In the luck of the chase. Comes the deer to my singing. Comes the deer to my singing, Comes the deer to my song, Comes the deer to my singing.

Hunting of the Great Bear – Haudenosaunee There were four hunters who were brothers. No hunters were as good as they at following a trail. They never gave up once they began tracking their quarry. One day, in the moon when the cold nights return, an urgent message came to the village of the four hunters. A great bear, one so large and powerful that many thought it must be some kind of monster, had appeared. The people of the village whose hunting grounds the monster had invaded were afraid. The children no longer went out to play in the woods. The long houses of the village were guarded each night by men with weapons who stood by the entrances. Each morning, when the people went outside, they found the huge tracks of the bear in the midst of their village. They knew that soon it would become even more bold. Picking up their spears and calling to their small dog, the four hunters set forth for that village, which was not far away. As they came closer they noticed how quiet the woods were. There were no signs of rabbits or deer and even the birds were silent. On a great pine tree they found the scars where the great bear had reared up on hind legs and made deep scratches to mark its territory. The tallest of the brothers tried to touch the highest of the scratch marks with the tip of his spear. "It is as the people feared," the first brother said. "This one we are to hunt is Nyah-gwaheh, a monster bear." "But what about the magic that the Nyah-gwaheh has?" said the second brother. The first brother shook his head. "That magic will do it no good if we find its track." "That's so," said the third brother. "I have always heard that from the old people. Those creatures can only chase a hunter who has not yet found its trail. When you find the track of the Nyah-gwaheh and begin to chase it, then it must run from you." "Brothers," said the fourth hunter who was the fattest and laziest, "did we bring along enough food to eat? It may take a long time to catch this big bear. I'm feeling hungry." Before long, the four hunters and their small dog reached the village. It was a sad sight to see. There was no fire burning in the centre of the village and the doors of all the long houses were closed. Grim men stood on guard with clubs and spears and there was no game hung from the racks or skins stretched for tanning. The people looked hungry. The elder sachem of the village came out and the tallest of the four hunters spoke to him. "Uncle," the hunter said, "we have come to help you get rid of the monster." Then the fattest and laziest of the four brothers spoke. "Uncle," he said, "is there some food we can eat? Can we find a place to rest before we start chasing this big bear. I'm tired." The first hunter shook his head and smiled. "My brother is only joking, Uncle." he said. " We are going now to pick up the monster bear's trail." "I am not sure you can do that, Nephews," the elder sachem said. "Though we find tracks closer and closer to the doors of our lodges each morning, whenever we try to follow those tracks they disappear." The second hunter knelt down and patted the head of their small dog. "Uncle," he said, that is because they do not have a dog such as ours." He pointed to the two black circles above the eyes of the small dog. "Four-Eyes can see any tracks, even those many days old." "May Creator's protection be with you," said the elder sachem. "Do not worry. Uncle," said the third hunter. "Once we are on a trail we never stop following until we've finished our hunt." "That's why I think we should have something to eat first," said the fourth hunter, but his brothers did not listen. They nodded to the elder sachem and began to leave. Sighing, the fattest and laziest of the brothers lifted up his long spear and trudged after them. They walked, following their little dog. It kept lifting up its head, as if to look around with its four eyes. The trail was not easy to find. "Brothers," the fattest and laziest hunter complained, "don't you think we should rest. We've been walking a long time." But his brothers paid no attention to him. Though they could see no tracks, they could feel the presence of the Nyah-gwaheh. They knew that if they did not soon find its trail, it would make its way behind them. Then they would be the hunted ones. The fattest and laziest brother took out his pemmican pouch. At least he could eat while they walked along. He opened the pouch and shook out the food he had prepared so carefully by pounding together strips of meat and berries with maple sugar and then drying them in the sun. But instead of pemmican, pale squirming things fell out into his hands. The magic of the Nyah-gwaheh had changed the food into worms. "Brothers," the fattest and laziest of the hunters shouted, "let's hurry up and catch that big bear! Look what it did to my pemmican. Now I'm getting angry." Meanwhile, like a pale giant shadow, the Nyah-gwaheh was moving through the trees close to the hunters. Its mouth was open as it watched them and its huge teeth shone, its eyes flashed red. Soon it would be behind them and on their trail. Just then, though, the little dog lifted its head and yelped. "Eh- heh!" the first brother called. "Four-Eyes has found the trail," shouted the second brother. "We have the track of the Nyah-gwaheh," said the third brother. "Big Bear," the fattest and laziest one yelled, "we are after you, now!" Fear filled the heart of the great bear for the first time and it began to run. As it broke from the cover of the pines, the four hunters saw it, a gigantic white shape, so pale as to appear almost naked. With loud hunting cries, they began to run after it. The great bear's strides were long and it ran more swiftly than a deer. The four hunters and their little dog were swift also though and they did not fall behind. The trail led through the swamps and the thickets. It was easy to read, for the bear pushed everything aside as it ran, even knocking down big trees. On and on they ran, over hills and through valleys. They came to the slope of a mountain and followed the trail higher and higher, every now and then catching a glimpse of their quarry over the next rise. Now though the lazy hunter was getting tired of running. He pretended to fall and twist his ankle. "Brothers," he called, "I have sprained my ankle. You must carry me." So his three brothers did as he asked, two of them carrying him by turns while the third hunter carried his spear. They ran more slowly now because of their heavy load, but they were not falling any further behind. The day had turned now into night, yet they could still see the white shape of the great bear ahead of them. They were at the top of the mountain now and the ground beneath them was very dark as they ran across it. The bear was tiring, but so were they. It was not easy to carry their fat and lazy brother. The little dog, Four-Eyes, was close behind the great bear, nipping at its tail as it ran. "Brothers," said the fattest and laziest one. "put me down now. I think my leg has gotten better." The brothers did as he asked. Fresh and rested, the fattest and laziest one grabbed his spear and dashed ahead of the others. Just as the great bear turned to bite at the little dog, the fattest and laziest hunter leveled his spear and thrust it into the heart of the Nyah-Gwaheh. The monster bear fell dead. By the time the other brothers caught up, the fattest and laziest hunter had already built a fire and was cutting up the big bear. "Come on, brothers," he said. "Let's eat. All this running has made me hungry!" So they cooked the meat of the great bear and its fat sizzled as it dripped from their fire. They ate until even the fattest and laziest one was satisfied and leaned back in contentment. Just then, though, the first hunter looked down at his feet. "Brothers," he exclaimed, "look below us!" The four hunters looked down. Below them were thousands of small sparkling lights in the darkness which. they realized, was all around them. "We aren't on a mountain top at all," said the third brother. "We are up in the sky." And it was so. The great bear had indeed been magical. Its feet had taken it high above the earth as it tried to escape the four hunters. However, their determination not to give up the chase had carried them up that strange trail. Just then their little dog yipped twice. "The great bear!" said the second hunter. "Look!" The hunters looked. There, where they had piled the bones of their feast the Great Bear was coming back to life and rising to its feet. As they watched, it began to run again, the small dog close on its heels. "Follow me," shouted the first brother. Grabbing up their spears, the four hunters again began to chase the great bear across the skies. So it was, the old people say, and so it still is. Each autumn the hunters chase the great bear across the skies and kill it. Then, as they cut it up for their meal, the blood falls down from the heavens and colors the leaves of the maple trees scarlet. They cook the bear and the fat dripping from their fires turns the grass white. If you look carefully into the skies as the seasons change, you can read that story. The great bear is the square shape some call the bowl of the Big Dipper. The hunters and their small dog (which you can just barely see) are close behind, the dipper's handle. When autumn comes and that constellation turns upside down, the old people say. "Ah, the lazy hunter has killed the bear." But as the moons pass and the sky moves once more towards spring, the bear slowly rises back on its feet and the chase begins again.

Hunting Is No Part Of Woman's Work - Guiana While going to her field one morning an old woman found a Deer fast asleep on his back in the pathway. Returning to the house, she got a piece of an old knife and began sharpening it. All the grandchildren were making remarks at her, as: e. g., "Look! What is the old woman sharpening the knife for? She's going hunting." "What do you say?" She sneeringly retorted: "Yes. I am going hunting. You are all too lazy to go, but I am not. You are not fit even to hunt, but I am. I found some dead meat this morning, all spoiling, and I intend bringing it home." So saying, she went about her business, taking a little granddaughter to keep her company and give help. When they arrived at the spot where the Deer was still lying on his back, she approached the beast and commenced jagging her knife under his chin straight down his neck, and so right in the middle line of his body. The knife was blunt, however, and the old woman's arm weak, with the result that at first she did hardly more than scratch the skin. But when she tried to make an incision lower down—[videt pulchrum veterem caprum esse, qui titillatus in tanta delicata parte corporis eius], awoke with a surprised start, kicked the old woman to one side, and sprang off into the bush. "Damn you!" she cried, as she threw the blunt knife after him. When they got home, the little girl told her parents exactly what had happened to her grandmother, and how they did laugh at her! It was her first and last attempt to go hunting and do man's work. An Inquiry into the Animism and Folk-Lore of the Guiana Indians, Walter E. Roth, from the Thirtieth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology, 1908-1909, pp. 103-386, Washington D.C., 1915, and is now in the public domain.[ British Guiana ][ South America ]

Hunting in Heaven There was once a man and woman traveling together in the woods, when suddenly they were set upon by wild beasts. The man was seized and devoured by a bear. The woman was also in the same manner eater up by another monstrous animal. But their little child, who was just then born, the wild beasts left untouched. A woman passing by a short time afterward saw a child lying alone in the woods, and was very much astonished at the sight. She wondered where its parents could be, but on looking all around and seeing nothing of them, she took the child and carried it home to her lodge. The boy lived, but he did not grow. He increased marvelously in strength, it is true, but not in size; so that, although he remained to all appearance a child, he became strong enough to root up great trees, and to perform other marvelous exploits. His name was an Indian word sounding as much as possible like Jackabeck. The first thing that he undertook was to seek out and attack the monstrous beasts which had devoured his father and mother. He found them and killed them both, and he identified them as the real devourers of his parents by finding his father's beard in the stomach of one, and his mother's hair in that of the other. In addition to his great strength he was possessed of a certain mysterious power, through which whatever he blew upon was changed by some sort of magic, just as he wished. After a while he felt a desire to go to heaven to see what there was there. So he began to climb a tall tree, and when he got to the top of it he blew upon it, and that made it shoot out and grow up higher. He climbed up to the top again and then blew as before, and so on continually. He thus mounted higher and higher, until at last he ascended into heaven. He found here a delightful country, with green fields and pretty trees and flowers, and ever thing charming. After walking all about the place he returned to the tree and began to descend it, intending to tell the story of what he had seen to his sister -- for it seems he now had a sister -- and bring her up with him to heaven, in order that they might live there for ever. As he came down the tree he stopped occasionally by the way to build wigwams in the branches, as places of rest for himself and sister in ascending. When he had reached the ground and had related to his sister what he had seen, she was at first very unwilling to go with him, being afraid to attempt to climb such a tall tree. But she was at last persuaded to make the attempt, and they set out together. This sister and a little nephew whom she concluded to take with her in the ascent, and they all three began to climb the tree. The sister and her little nephew went first, and Jackabeck came on after them, in order to catch them if they should chance to fall. Thus they went on up the tree, and whenever they were tired of climbing they stopped to rest at the wigwams which Jackabeck had made among the branches in coming down. After they had arrived at the top, in order to prevent any other persons from coming up after them, Jackabeck reached down and broke off the stem of the trees as low as he could. After admiring the beauties of the country for a time with his sister, and congratulating each other on their safe and happy arrival in it, Jackabeck went off into the woods to set traps, as he had been accustomed to do on the earth below, in hopes to catch some animals. Very early the next morning he went to visit his traps to see what he had caught. As he drew near one of them he saw in it a great glowing ball of fire. It was so bright and so hot that Jackabeck did not dare to go near it. So he ran back to his sister to inform her of this prodigy. "Sister," said he, "there is a big fire in one of my traps, so fierce and hot that I do not dare to go near it." "Ah! Jackabeck," said his sister, "you must have caught the sun. He was wandering about undoubtedly in the night, and has fallen into one of your traps. Go and let him out as quick as you can." So Jackabeck went back, but he found the sun so hot and dazzling that he could not get near enough to let him out of the trap. He was greatly at a loss what to do, but presently on looking around him he found a little mouse, and he blew upon him and made him so large and strong that he could go the the trap and open it in some way so as to let the sun go free. The story that follows, it is supposed, may have been intended to present to the Indian belles the example of a species of mistake which is often exemplified in tales written for young ladies in civilized life, namely, that of acting in a spirit of proud and disdainful coquetry toward an honest lover, and so, as the proverb expressed it, going further and faring worse. It is as follow:

Hunter, Guinea-hen and Fish – Jamaica Thomas Williams, Harmony Hall, Cock-pit country. Hunter always hunting an' he meet up a spendid piece of land, rich land, and he t'ink to cultivate it an' he begin same day cut bush. Piece of land is Guinea-hen feeding-ground. Guinea-hen come out at night,--Guinea-hen don' walk in de day. "Massa is good, know dis is my feedin' ground an' begin to clean it so I can get my pullin' clear! Let me help myself." Make a little chopping himself too. Ol' man coming in de morning. "Hi! t'ankful! I commence work yesterday, do somet'ing good an' massa help me!" Start to do a little himself 'side what he do first day. T'ird day come, he burn what he cut, an' Guinea-hen burn dere too. Ol' man come in morning say, "Hi! t'ankful! massa burn de balance!" Begun to clean up. Guinea-hen come de night, give t'anks an' clean up de balance of what de ol' man lef'. Nex' day, ol' man t'ankful, begun to plant peas an' corn. Guinea-hen come in night, say, "Massa is good! I don' need to plant any", begin to eat dat which de ol' man plant. Ol' man come in de morning see de damage, say, "Hi! what insec' do dis?" Plant some more. Go on so until de peas begin to ripe--about eight weeks. Ol' man say, "Goin' to gadder it in to-morrow." Guinea-hen hear what ol' men say, went to de sea an' call de fish wid his trombone an' tell de fish what he want: "I plant a bit of corn and peas, an' gettin' ripe an' ol' man coming to-morrow an' I wan' to go to-night gadder it in before he come to-morrow." Fish accept an' say, "Well, yes, I'll go, but, Friend Guinea-hen, I kyan' walk an' I kyan' fly, my wing is not strong enough. So, as you have foot an' wing, you give me one of dem, I'll go." Guinea-hen says, "Yes, I'll lend you my wing but I kyan' tak me legs off to give you. See de straight road? You can fly an' drop, an' I'll run on quick on my feet." So Fish fly an' drop, an' Guinea-hen run on till came to de groun'. "Here is my own field; gadder an' eat as much as you like." When day commence to light, de time man is to come, Guinea-hen commence to eat an' look out. Fish say, "What you lookin' so fo', Friend Guinea-hen?" Guinea-hen see ol' man coming, say, "It's a butterfly I see jumpin' about. Lend me yo' wings, I go ketch it fe you." An' he sail away quietly out of groun'. Ol' man come, see damage an' begin to grumble an' pick what he can till he get whe' de Fish is, say, "Lawd I see him whe' he mak him bed!" an' when he hawl up a big root an' see Fish a-flutt'ring an' a-trembling, he say, "O Fish! is it you do dis damage all dis time?" Fish says, "No, not I! Don' kill me an' I sing you some song." Ol' man like music, put him in a tub o' water to sing an dance. Fish says, "Tak me to de neares' sea-side you has!" Ol' man tak up de tub, put it on his head goin' to de sea-side. Fish begin, "She man yerry me bra, hay! She man yerry me bra! Guinea, guinea, quot amba tory." Ol' man dance, Fish sing, until big wave coming an' Fish aim for it an' go long wid it. Ol' man stay dancing, don' know dat Fish is gone. Look in tub, Fish gone. Run home fe hook an' line an' t'row it into de sea to catch Fish. An' dat is why we always have to catch fish at sea. NOTE: Hunter, Guinea-hen and Fish. The story as Williams tells it is made up of three parts. (1) Bird and Hunter set up the same home without either knowing of the other. (2) Bird supplies Fish with wings and brings him to the feeding-patch, then takes the wings and flies away when Hunter comes in pursuit. (3) Fish is captured as the thief, but escapes by song and dance into the sea. (1) See Grimm 27, Bremen Town Musicians, Bolte u. Polívka, 1:237-239. Compare Barker, 141-143; Tremearne, FL 21: 495; Renel 2:12 -13; Parsons, Andros Island, 135; Rattray, 2:34. (2) The episode is identical with Anansi and the Birds in number 39, but motivated differently. See numbers 2b, 5b, 21b. In Bates's Jamaica version, JAFL 9: 122--124, Mudfish is left in [1. See supplementary note, p. 290.] the Watchman's hands without the preliminary episode of the common dwelling, and the escape is effected in the same manner. (3) See number 41 and compare Renel 2:165; Parsons, Andros Island, 135-137 and references note 2, page 137. 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.

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Humming Bird Lore - Pueblo The Pueblo Indians have hummingbird dances and use hummingbird feathers in rituals to bring rain. Pueblo shamans use hummingbirds as couriers to send gifts to the Great Mother who lives beneath the earth. To many of the Pueblo the hummingbird is a tobacco bird. In one myth Hummingbird gets smoke from Caterpillar, the guardian of the tobacco plant. Hummingbird brings smoke to the shamans so they can purify the earth. One Pueblo story tells of a demon who is blinded after losing a bet with the sun. In anger he spews out hot lava. The earth catches fire. A hummingbird then saves the beautiful land of people and animals by gathering clouds from the four directions. Hummingbird uses rain from these clouds to put out the flames. This legend says the bright colors on a hummingbird's throat came after he fled through the rainbow in search of rain clouds.

Humming Bird Lore - Mayan A Mayan legend says the hummingbird is actually the sun in disguise, and he is trying to court a beautiful woman, who is the moon. Another Mayan legend says the first two hummingbirds were created from the small feather scraps left over from the construction of other birds. The god who made the hummers was so pleased he had an elaborate wedding ceremony for them. First butterflies marked out a room, then flower petals fell on the ground to make a carpet; spiders spun webs to make a bridal pathway, then the sun sent down rays which caused the tiny groom to glow with dazzling reds and greens. The wedding guests noticed that whenever he turned away from the sun, he became drab again like the original gray feathers from which he was made.

Humming Bird Lore - Cherokee In a Cherokee story, a medicine man turned himself into a hummingbird to retrieve lost tobacco plants. In another Cherokee story, a woman is courted by both a hummingbird and a crane. She first chooses the hummingbird for his good looks, but the crane convinces here that there should be a race around the world with the winner having her hand in marriage. She agrees, thinking the hummingbird is bound to win because he flies so fast. What she fails to take into account is that Crane can fly all night long, while Hummingbird is able to fly only during the day. Crane wins, but she reneges on her promise, because he is so ugly. The Creek Indians have a similar story. In this version Crane wins because he flies in a straight line, while Hummingbird zigzags.

Siyo, Blue Panther: from my friend's yahoo account I sent an email to you asking you to invite my friend to your group. I hope that is permissable/possible? That way, I don't have to learn how to set up new account but will do so if I have to. Here's hoping and hoping you will let me know. Thanks to you. Fran Chinquapin _________________________________________________ Fran West-Powe <fwestpowe@gmail.com> Jul 5 (2 days ago) to cherokee Blue Panther, 'preciate it if you give one or two such lists names for me to sub to. TIA Fran Chinkapin

Hi Blue Panther, My Email address is: bayofcc@comcast.net Thank you so very much.:} All the best to you Barbara ----- Original Message ----- From: "Blue Panther" <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Sent: Monday, July 7, 2014 5:51:20 PM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories I will need your e-mail address and I will provide you my Yahoo group name, or dan can tell you which one's of his that I post to -----Original Message----- From: Barbara Young Sent: Monday, July 07, 2014 9:45 AM To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories Hello Blue Panther, I, too, would like the sites of where you are posting the stories. Thank you very much, Barbara in MA ----- Original Message ----- From: "Blue Panther" <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Sent: Thursday, July 3, 2014 11:44:35 PM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories I would suggest you git on one of dans other groups that I post to some of the upcoming stories are big, roots web has size limits. bp -----Original Message----- From: Fran West-Powe Sent: Thursday, July 03, 2014 1:57 PM To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories Well, you gave me a good laugh! Suspect some of mine will say same about me when I am carried on the wind. Fran Chinkapin On Tue, Jul 1, 2014 at 8:12 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> wrote: > siyo that is great, to pass on my elders words "I am not old enough or > wise > enough to be call a elder" he now walks the wind so I can call him my > elder > and he cannot argue . > > blue panther > > -----Original Message----- > From: Fran West-Powe > Sent: Tuesday, July 01, 2014 2:36 PM > To: cherokee@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories > > Siyo, Blue Panther! > > As the most elderly (at least no other has owned up to being more of an > elder!) subscriber, I read, enjoy and forward many of your stories to > children, grands and grgands (grgrgrands yet young) so just via my family > your stories ride on the wind. > > We thank you. > > Fran > Chinkapin > > > On Wed, Jun 25, 2014 at 6:50 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> > wrote: > > > hi all, siyo > > > > when we get to the end of the ‘h’ stories ,I will have to start editing > > again, since I have never posted these stories. > > > > you can help me if you find errors that I miss. please tell me. so far I > > have posted some where around 5000 stories , we are not done yet. > > > > Blue panther > > ======*====== > > List archives > > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I will need your e-mail address and I will provide you my Yahoo group name, or dan can tell you which one's of his that I post to -----Original Message----- From: Barbara Young Sent: Monday, July 07, 2014 9:45 AM To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories Hello Blue Panther, I, too, would like the sites of where you are posting the stories. Thank you very much, Barbara in MA ----- Original Message ----- From: "Blue Panther" <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Sent: Thursday, July 3, 2014 11:44:35 PM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories I would suggest you git on one of dans other groups that I post to some of the upcoming stories are big, roots web has size limits. bp -----Original Message----- From: Fran West-Powe Sent: Thursday, July 03, 2014 1:57 PM To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories Well, you gave me a good laugh! Suspect some of mine will say same about me when I am carried on the wind. Fran Chinkapin On Tue, Jul 1, 2014 at 8:12 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> wrote: > siyo that is great, to pass on my elders words "I am not old enough or > wise > enough to be call a elder" he now walks the wind so I can call him my > elder > and he cannot argue . > > blue panther > > -----Original Message----- > From: Fran West-Powe > Sent: Tuesday, July 01, 2014 2:36 PM > To: cherokee@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories > > Siyo, Blue Panther! > > As the most elderly (at least no other has owned up to being more of an > elder!) subscriber, I read, enjoy and forward many of your stories to > children, grands and grgands (grgrgrands yet young) so just via my family > your stories ride on the wind. > > We thank you. > > Fran > Chinkapin > > > On Wed, Jun 25, 2014 at 6:50 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> > wrote: > > > hi all, siyo > > > > when we get to the end of the ‘h’ stories ,I will have to start editing > > again, since I have never posted these stories. > > > > you can help me if you find errors that I miss. please tell me. so far I > > have posted some where around 5000 stories , we are not done yet. > > > > Blue panther > > ======*====== > > List archives > > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hello Blue Panther, I, too, would like the sites of where you are posting the stories. Thank you very much, Barbara in MA ----- Original Message ----- From: "Blue Panther" <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Sent: Thursday, July 3, 2014 11:44:35 PM Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories I would suggest you git on one of dans other groups that I post to some of the upcoming stories are big, roots web has size limits. bp -----Original Message----- From: Fran West-Powe Sent: Thursday, July 03, 2014 1:57 PM To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories Well, you gave me a good laugh! Suspect some of mine will say same about me when I am carried on the wind. Fran Chinkapin On Tue, Jul 1, 2014 at 8:12 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> wrote: > siyo that is great, to pass on my elders words "I am not old enough or > wise > enough to be call a elder" he now walks the wind so I can call him my > elder > and he cannot argue . > > blue panther > > -----Original Message----- > From: Fran West-Powe > Sent: Tuesday, July 01, 2014 2:36 PM > To: cherokee@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories > > Siyo, Blue Panther! > > As the most elderly (at least no other has owned up to being more of an > elder!) subscriber, I read, enjoy and forward many of your stories to > children, grands and grgands (grgrgrands yet young) so just via my family > your stories ride on the wind. > > We thank you. > > Fran > Chinkapin > > > On Wed, Jun 25, 2014 at 6:50 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> > wrote: > > > hi all, siyo > > > > when we get to the end of the ‘h’ stories ,I will have to start editing > > again, since I have never posted these stories. > > > > you can help me if you find errors that I miss. please tell me. so far I > > have posted some where around 5000 stories , we are not done yet. > > > > Blue panther > > ======*====== > > List archives > > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Blue Panther, 'preciate it if you give one or two such lists names for me to sub to. TIA Fran Chinkapin On Thu, Jul 3, 2014 at 11:44 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> wrote: > I would suggest you git on one of dans other groups that I post to some of > the upcoming stories are big, roots web has size limits. > bp > > -----Original Message----- > From: Fran West-Powe > Sent: Thursday, July 03, 2014 1:57 PM > To: cherokee@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories > > Well, you gave me a good laugh! Suspect some of mine will say same about me > when I am carried on the wind. > > > > Fran > > Chinkapin > > > On Tue, Jul 1, 2014 at 8:12 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> > wrote: > > > siyo that is great, to pass on my elders words "I am not old enough or > > wise > > enough to be call a elder" he now walks the wind so I can call him my > > elder > > and he cannot argue . > > > > blue panther > > > > -----Original Message----- > > From: Fran West-Powe > > Sent: Tuesday, July 01, 2014 2:36 PM > > To: cherokee@rootsweb.com > > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories > > > > Siyo, Blue Panther! > > > > As the most elderly (at least no other has owned up to being more of an > > elder!) subscriber, I read, enjoy and forward many of your stories to > > children, grands and grgands (grgrgrands yet young) so just via my family > > your stories ride on the wind. > > > > We thank you. > > > > Fran > > Chinkapin > > > > > > On Wed, Jun 25, 2014 at 6:50 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> > > wrote: > > > > > hi all, siyo > > > > > > when we get to the end of the ‘h’ stories ,I will have to start editing > > > again, since I have never posted these stories. > > > > > > you can help me if you find errors that I miss. please tell me. so far > I > > > have posted some where around 5000 stories , we are not done yet. > > > > > > Blue panther > > > ======*====== > > > List archives > > > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > > > ------------------------------- > > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

I would suggest you git on one of dans other groups that I post to some of the upcoming stories are big, roots web has size limits. bp -----Original Message----- From: Fran West-Powe Sent: Thursday, July 03, 2014 1:57 PM To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories Well, you gave me a good laugh! Suspect some of mine will say same about me when I am carried on the wind. Fran Chinkapin On Tue, Jul 1, 2014 at 8:12 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> wrote: > siyo that is great, to pass on my elders words "I am not old enough or > wise > enough to be call a elder" he now walks the wind so I can call him my > elder > and he cannot argue . > > blue panther > > -----Original Message----- > From: Fran West-Powe > Sent: Tuesday, July 01, 2014 2:36 PM > To: cherokee@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories > > Siyo, Blue Panther! > > As the most elderly (at least no other has owned up to being more of an > elder!) subscriber, I read, enjoy and forward many of your stories to > children, grands and grgands (grgrgrands yet young) so just via my family > your stories ride on the wind. > > We thank you. > > Fran > Chinkapin > > > On Wed, Jun 25, 2014 at 6:50 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> > wrote: > > > hi all, siyo > > > > when we get to the end of the ‘h’ stories ,I will have to start editing > > again, since I have never posted these stories. > > > > you can help me if you find errors that I miss. please tell me. so far I > > have posted some where around 5000 stories , we are not done yet. > > > > Blue panther > > ======*====== > > List archives > > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Well, you gave me a good laugh! Suspect some of mine will say same about me when I am carried on the wind. Fran Chinkapin On Tue, Jul 1, 2014 at 8:12 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> wrote: > siyo that is great, to pass on my elders words "I am not old enough or wise > enough to be call a elder" he now walks the wind so I can call him my elder > and he cannot argue . > > blue panther > > -----Original Message----- > From: Fran West-Powe > Sent: Tuesday, July 01, 2014 2:36 PM > To: cherokee@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] stories > > Siyo, Blue Panther! > > As the most elderly (at least no other has owned up to being more of an > elder!) subscriber, I read, enjoy and forward many of your stories to > children, grands and grgands (grgrgrands yet young) so just via my family > your stories ride on the wind. > > We thank you. > > Fran > Chinkapin > > > On Wed, Jun 25, 2014 at 6:50 PM, Blue Panther <Blue_Panther@otelco.net> > wrote: > > > hi all, siyo > > > > when we get to the end of the ‘h’ stories ,I will have to start editing > > again, since I have never posted these stories. > > > > you can help me if you find errors that I miss. please tell me. so far I > > have posted some where around 5000 stories , we are not done yet. > > > > Blue panther > > ======*====== > > List archives > > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com 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 > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

How – Cheyenne Iron Eagle was considered the greatest War Chief of the Cheyenne Indians. He fought many battles, always winning. He was not afraid of any other man or Tribe. His courage was legendary and he and his horse, always the fastest, were the pride of his Tribe. One day Iron Eagle's brother, Four Fingers, came to tell him that Spotted Fawn, the most beautiful woman in the Tribe had agreed to marry Iron Eagle. Iron Eagle was very happy. What Four Fingers did not tell him was that he also wanted to marry Spotted Fawn. But Four Fingers knew he did not stand a chance. He was not a great warrior, because he was crippled. As a small boy he had lost both his thumbs in an accident so.. his name. Without a grip, he was unable to throw a spear or hold a knife as well as others. Never would he have a beautiful woman or win a war like Iron Eagle. His only consolation was that the people considered him special because four was a sacred number There were four seasons, four directions and four names for Spirit, and this man had only four fingers; that was a special sign. Iron Eagle was very happy with the news of Spotted Fawn. To celebrate, he declared that he and a group of warriors would attack their age-old enemies, the Arapaho. Iron Eagle gathered the warriors together and set out the next day, telling Spotted Fawn he would bring her a victory for a wedding present. It would be his greatest victory. But Spotted Fawn could not stand to see him go off to war alone, so she dressed like a warrior and rode out with the war party. She would not let him fight alone. The only one who recognized her was Four Fingers. The battle turned out to be a very difficult one for the Cheyenne. They were greatly outnumbered by the Arapaho, but Iron Eagle still felt he could win. Then, suddenly, he noticed a strange thing. One of his warriors, who had been fatally struck by an arrow, fell from his horse and long, black hair fell from the head band. The warrior was a woman. Then Iron Eagle realized it was Spotted Fawn. She was dead, killed by the Arapaho Chief. Everyone seemed to realize at once what had happened. All the warriors stopped fighting, for they realized that a woman had been killed. Both sides stopped and there was silence on the battlefield. Then Iron Eagle, in revenge, sped for the Arapaho Chief. He would get revenge for the death of this woman. But the Arapaho Chief made a deceptive move and evaded Iron Eagle and stabbed him. Then the Arapaho Chief raised his spear over Iron Eagle and Spotted Fawn and the Cheyenne began to run. Their great Chief had been killed. Then out of the running pack came Four Fingers. He rode straight for all the Arapaho, who were lined up ready to kill the retreating Cheyenne. One man against all the Arapaho; they couldn't believe it. And when Four Fingers raised his hands in the air, all could see he had no weapons. The Arapaho Chief sat on his horse, hypnotized by the lone warrior who would challenge the Arapaho without a weapon. Then Four Fingers knocked the Arapaho Chief off his horse and jumped on him. Four Fingers reached out with a deformed hand and touched the Arapaho Chief. He did not hurt him. The he stood up, facing the Arapaho, and raised a hand straight up in front of the chief with his four fingers raised and said, "How" which means "Peace". The Arapaho saw that he had only four fingers and they knew he was a holy man. Because of his courage they answered him in return with "How". Since that time the Arapaho and the Cheyenne have never fought one another. And the four-finger peace sign became a sign used by all the people. And during battles it became a common practice for Indians to touch one another to show courage instead of killing each other.

How Witches Kill People – Miwok The Hookooeko of Nicasio and San Rafael say: Our country is on the north side of San Francisco Bay and reaches from San Rafael to Tomales Bay. Before the white man came and destroyed us there used to be witches among the people. The people used to burn the dead. Sometimes after a burning the witches would save the ashes and burnt bones (called me'-cham yem'-me-um) and pound them up fine in a stone mortar and use them to kill with. The witches had two ways of killing people. One way was to put the powdered bones and ashes on the windward side of the house or rancheria of the person they wished to harm. Then the wind would blow the fine dust over the enemy. Next day he would have a headache and feel sick, and every day grow worse until by and by he died. Another way was to take the hollow wing bone of a Turkey-buzzard and go to windward of the person to be injured. The witch then blew through the bone toward the person. The person soon had bad dreams and felt lonesome, and next day went crazy, and after a while died. With the right kind of a buzzard bone (called to'-kah) a witch could blow harm to a person from a distance as great as two miles. The Dawn of the World; Myths and Weird Tales Told by the Mewan [Miwok] Indians of California; Collected and Edited by C. Hart Merriam; Cleveland: Arthur H. Clarke Co., [1910] ] and is now in the public domain

How Wit'-Tab-Bah The Robin Got His Red Breast – Miwok Fragment Of A Tale Of The Northern Mewuk As told in the mountains near Mokelumne River Personage: Wit'-tab-bah who became the Robin (Planesticus migratorius propinquus) How Wit'-Tab-Bah The Robin Got His Red Breast A LONG time ago the world was dark and cold and the people had no fire. Wit'-tab-bah the Robin learned where the fire was and went on a far journey to get it. After he had traveled a great distance he came to the place and stole it and carried it back to the people. Every night on the way he lay with his breast over it to keep it from getting cold; this turned his breast red. Finally he reached home with it and gave it to the people. Then he made the Sun out of it, but before doing this he put some into the oo'-noo tree (the buckeye) so the people could get it when they needed it. From that day to this all the people have known that when they want fire they can get it by rubbing an oo'-noo stick against a piece of dry wood; this makes the flame come out. The Dawn of the World; Myths and Weird Tales Told by the Mewan [Miwok] Indians of California; Collected and Edited by C. Hart Merriam; Cleveland: Arthur H. Clarke Co., [1910] ] and is now in the public domain.