Before the beginning of the new-making, Áwonawílona (the Maker
and Container of All, the All-father Father), solely had being. There
was nothing else whatsoever throughout the great space of the ages
save everywhere black darkness in it, and everywhere void desolation.
In the beginning of the new-made, Áwonawílona conceived within
himself and thought outward in space, whereby mists of increase,
steams potent of growth, were evolved and uplifted. Thus, by means
of his innate knowledge, the All-container made himself in person and
form of the Sun whom we hold to be our father and who thus came to
exist and appear. With his appearance came the brightening of the
spaces with light, and with the brightening of the spaces the great
mist-clouds were thickened together and fell, whereby was evolved
water in water; yea, and the world-holding sea.
With his substance of flesh (yépnane) outdrawn from the surface
of his person, the Sun-father formed the seed-stuff of twain worlds,
impregnating therewith the great waters, and lo! in the heat of his
light these waters of the sea grew green and scums (k’yanashótsiyallawe)
rose upon them, waxing wide and weighty until, behold! they
became Áwitelin Tsíta, the "Four-fold Containing Mother-earth," and
Ápoyan Tä´chu, the "All-covering Father-sky."
From the lying together of these twain upon the great world-waters,
so vitalizing, terrestrial life was conceived; whence began all beings of
earth, men and the creatures, in the Four-fold womb of the World (Áwiten
Téhu‘hlnakwi).
Thereupon the Earth-mother repulsed the Sky-father, growing big
and sinking deep into the embrace of the waters below, thus separating
from the Sky-father in the embrace of the waters above. As a
woman forebodes evil for her first-born ere born, even so did the Earth-mother
forebode, long withholding from birth her myriad progeny and
meantime seeking counsel with the Sky-father. "How," said they to
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one another, "shall our children, when brought forth, know one place
from another, even by the white light of the Sun-father?"
Now like all the surpassing beings (píkwaiyin áhâi) the Earth-mother
and the Sky-father were ‘hlímna (changeable), even as smoke
in the wind; transmutable at thought, manifesting themselves in any
form at will, like as dancers may by mask-making.
Thus, as a man and woman, spake they, one to the other. "Behold!"
said the Earth-mother as a great terraced bowl appeared at hand
and within it water, "this is as upon me the homes of my tiny children
shall be. On the rim of each world-country they wander in, terraced
mountains shall stand, making in one region many, whereby
country shall be known from country, and within each, place from place.
Behold, again!" said she as she spat on the water and rapidly smote
and stirred it with her fingers. Foam formed, gathering about the
terraced rim, mounting higher and higher. "Yea," said she, "and from
my bosom they shall draw nourishment, for in such as this shall they
find the substance of life whence we were ourselves sustained, for see!"
Then with her warm breath she blew across the terraces; white flecks of
the foam broke away, and, floating over above the water, were shattered
by the cold breath of the Sky-father attending, and forthwith shed
downward abundantly fine mist and spray! "Even so, shall white
clouds float up from the great waters at the borders of the world, and
clustering about the mountain terraces of the horizons be borne aloft
and abroad by the breaths of the surpassing of soul-beings, and of the
children, and shall hardened and broken be by thy cold, shedding
downward, in rain-spray, the water of life, even into the hollow places
of my lap! For therein chiefly shall nestle our children mankind and
creature-kind, for warmth in thy coldness."
Lo! even the trees on high mountains near the clouds and the Sky-father
crouch low toward the Earth-mother for warmth and protection!
Warm is the Earth-mother, cold the Sky-father, even as woman is the
warm, man the cold being!
"Even so!" said the Sky-father; "Yet not alone shalt thou helpful
be unto our children, for behold!" and he spread his hand abroad with
the palm downward and into all the wrinkles and crevices thereof he
set the semblance of shining yellow corn-grains; in the dark of the
early world-dawn they gleamed like sparks of fire, and moved as his
hand was moved over the bowl, shining up from and also moving in
the depths of the water therein. "See!" said he, pointing to the seven
grains clasped by his thumb and four fingers, "by such shall our
children be guided; for behold, when the Sun-father is not nigh, and
thy terraces are as the dark itself (being all hidden therein), then shall
our children be guided by lights—like to these lights of all the six
regions turning round the midmost one—as in and around the midmost
place, where these our children shall abide, lie all the other
regions of space! Yea! and even as these grains gleam up from the
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water, so shall seed-grains like to them, yet numberless, spring up
from thy bosom when touched by my waters, to nourish our children."
Thus and in other ways many devised they for their offspring.
Anon in the nethermost of the four cave-wombs of the world, the seed
of men and the creatures took form and increased; even as within eggs
in warm places worms speedily appear, which growing, presently burst
their shells and become as may happen, birds, tadpoles or serpents, so
did men and all creatures grow manifoldly and multiply in many kinds.
Thus the lowermost womb or cave-world, which was Ánosin téhuli
(the womb of sooty depth or of growth-generation, because it was the
place of first formation and black as a chimney at night time, foul too,
as the internals of the belly), thus did it become overfilled with being.
Everywhere were unfinished creatures, crawling like reptiles one over
another in filth and black darkness, crowding thickly together and treading
each other, one spitting on another or doing other indecency, insomuch
that loud became their murmurings and lamentations, until many
among them sought to escape, growing wiser and more manlike.
Then came among men and the beings, it is said, the wisest of wise
men and the foremost, the all-sacred master, Póshaiyaŋk‘ya, he who
appeared in the waters below, even as did the Sun-father in the wastes
above, and who arose from the nethermost sea, and pitying men still,
won upward, gaining by virtue of his (innate) wisdom-knowledge issuance
from that first world-womb through ways so dark and narrow that
those who, seeing somewhat, crowded after, could not follow, so eager
were they and so mightily did they strive with one another! Alone,
then, he fared upward from one womb (cave) to another out into the
great breadth of daylight. There, the earth lay, like a vast island in
the midst of the great waters, wet and unstable. And alone fared he
forth dayward, seeking the Sun-father and supplicating him to deliver
mankind and the creatures there below.
Then did the Sun-father take counsel within himself, and casting his
glance downward espied, on the great waters, a Foam-cap near to the
Earth-mother. With his beam he impregnated and with his heat
incubated the Foam-cap, whereupon she gave birth to Úanam Achi
Píahkoa, the Beloved Twain who descended; first, Úanam Éhkona,
the Beloved Preceder, then Úanam Yáluna, the Beloved Follower,
Twin brothers of Light, yet Elder and Younger, the Right and the
Left, like to question and answer in deciding and doing. To them the
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Sun-father imparted, still retaining, control-thought and his own knowledge-wisdom,
even as to the offspring of wise parents their knowingness
is imparted and as to his right hand and his left hand a skillful
man gives craft freely surrendering not his knowledge. He gave them,
of himself and their mother the Foam-cap, the great cloud-bow, and for
arrows the thunderbolts of the four quarters (twain to either), and for
buckler the fog-making shield, which (spun of the floating clouds and
spray and woven, as of cotton we spin and weave) supports as on wind,
yet hides (as a shadow hides) its bearer, defending also. And of men
and all creatures he gave them the fathership and dominion, also as
a man gives over the control of his work to the management of his
hands. Well instructed of the Sun-father, they lifted the Sky-father
with their great cloud-bow into the vault of the high zenith, that the
earth might become warm and thus fitter for their children, men and
the creatures. Then along the trail of the sun-seeking Póshaiyaŋk‘ya,
they sped backward swiftly on their floating fog-shield, westward to the
Mountain of Generation. With their magic knives of the thunderbolt
they spread open the uncleft depths of the mountain, and still on their
cloud-shield—even as a spider in her web descendeth—so descended
they unerringly, into the dark of the under-world. There they abode
with men and the creatures, attending them, coming to know them,
and becoming known of them as masters and fathers, thus seeking the
ways for leading them forth.
Now there were growing things in the depths, like grasses and crawling
vines. So now the Beloved Twain breathed on the stems of these
grasses (growing tall, as grass is wont to do toward the light, under
the opening they had cleft and whereby they had descended), causing
them to increase vastly and rapidly by grasping and walking round
and round them, twisting them upward until lo! they reach forth even
into the light. And where successively they grasped the stems ridges
were formed and thumb-marks whence sprang branching leaf-stems.
Therewith the two formed a great ladder whereon men and the creatures
might ascend to the second cave-floor, and thus not be violently
ejected in after-time by the throes of the Earth-mother, and thereby be
made demoniac and deformed.
Up this ladder, into the second cave-world, men and the beings
crowded, following closely the Two Little but Mighty Ones. Yet many
fell back and, lost in the darkness, peopled the under-world, whence
they were delivered in after-time amid terrible earth shakings, becoming
the monsters and fearfully strange beings of olden time. Lo! in this
second womb it was dark as is the night of a stormy season, but larger
of space and higher than had been the first, because it was nearer the
navel of the Earth-mother, hence named K’ólin tehuli (the Umbilical-womb,
or the Place of Gestation). Here again men and the beings
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increased and the clamor of their complainings grew loud and beseeching.
Again the Two, augmenting the growth of the great ladder, guided
them upward, this time not all at once, but in successive bands to
become in time the fathers of the six kinds of men (the yellow, the tawny
gray, the red, the white, the mingled, and the black races), and with
them the gods and creatures of them all. Yet this time also, as before,
multitudes were lost or left behind. The third great cave-world, whereunto
men and the creatures had now ascended, being larger than the
second and higher, was lighter, like a valley in starlight, and named
Áwisho tehuli—the Vaginal-womb, or the Place of Sex-generation or
Gestation. For here the various peoples and beings began to multiply
apart in kind one from another; and as the nations and tribes of
men and the creatures thus waxed numerous as before, here, too, it
became overfilled. As before, generations of nations now were led out
successively (yet many lost, also as hitherto) into the next and last
world-cave, Tépahaian tehuli, the Ultimate-uncoverable, or the Womb
of Parturition.
Here it was light like the dawning, and men began to perceive and to
learn variously according to their natures, wherefore the Twain taught
them to seek first of all our Sun-father, who would, they said, reveal to
them wisdom and knowledge of the ways of life—wherein also they were
instructing them as we do little children. Yet like the other cave-worlds,
this too became, after long time, filled with progeny; and finally,
at periods, the Two led forth the nations of men and the kinds of being,
into this great upper world, which is called Ték’ohaian úlahnane, or
the World of Disseminated Light and Knowledge or Seeing.
Eight years made the span of four days and four nights when the
world was new. It was while yet such days and nights continued that
men were led forth, first in the night, that it might be well. For even
when they saw the great star (móyächun ‘hlána), which since then is
spoken of as the lying star (mókwanosona), they thought it the Sun
himself, so burned it their eyeballs! Men and the creatures were nearer
alike then than now: black were our fathers the late born of creation,
like the caves from which they came forth; cold and scaly their skins
like those of mud-creatures; goggled their eyes like those of an owl;
membranous their ears like those of cave-bats; webbed their feet like
those of walkers in wet and soft places; and according as they were
elder or younger, they had tails, longer or shorter. They crouched
when they walked, often indeed, crawling along the ground like toads,
lizards and newts; like infants who still fear to walk straight, they
crouched, as before-time they had in their cave-worlds, that they might
not stumble and fall, or come to hurt in the uncertain light thereof. And
when the morning star rose they blinked excessively as they beheld its
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brightness and cried out with many mouth-motionings that surely now
the Father was coming; but it was only the elder of the Bright Ones,
gone before with elder nations and with his shield of flame, heralding
from afar (as we herald with wet shell scales or crystals) the approach
of the Sun-father! And when, low down in the east the Sun-father
himself appeared, what though shrouded in the midst of the great
world waters, they were so blinded and heated by his light and glory
that they cried out to one another in anguish and fell down wallowing
and covering their eyes with their bare hands and arms. Yet ever
anew they looked afresh to the light and anew struggled toward the
sun as moths and other night creatures seek the light of a camp fire;
yea, and what though burned, seek ever anew that light!
Thus ere long they became used to the light, and to this high world
they had entered. Wherefore, when they arose and no longer walked
bended, lo! it was then that they first looked full upon one another
and in horror of their filthier parts, strove to hide these, even from one
another, with girdles of bark and rushes; and when by thus walking
only upon their hinder feet the same became bruised and sore, they
sought to protect them with plaited soles (sandals) of yucca fiber.
It was thus, by much devising of ways, that men began to grow knowing
in many things, and were instructed by what they saw, and so
became wiser and better able to receive the words and gifts of their
fathers and elder brothers, the gods, Twain and others, and priests.
For already masters-to-be were amongst them. Even in the dark of
the under-worlds such had come to be; as had, indeed, the various
kinds of creatures-to-be, so these. And according to their natures they
had found and cherished things, and had been granted gifts by the gods;
but as yet they knew not the meaning of their own powers and possessions,
even as children know not the meanings and right uses of the
precious or needful things given them; nay nor yet the functions of
their very parts! Now in the light of the Sun-father, persons became
known from persons, and these things from other things; and thus the
people came to know their many fathers among men, to know them by
themselves or by the possessions they had.
Now the first and most perfect of all these fathers among men after
Póshaiyaŋk‘ya was Yanáuluha, who brought up from the under-world
water of the inner ocean, and seeds of life-production and growing
things; in gourds he brought these up, and also things containing the
"of-doing-powers."
He who was named Yanáuluha carried ever in his hand a staff
which now in the daylight appeared plumed and covered with feathers
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of beautiful colors—yellow, blue-green, and red, white, black, and
varied. Attached to it were shells and other potent contents of the
under-world. When the people saw all these things and the beautiful
baton, and heard the song-like tinkle of the sacred shells, they
stretched forth their hands like little children and cried out, asking
many questions.
Yanáuluha, and other priests (shiwanáteuna) having been made
wise by teaching of the masters of life (god-beings) with self-magic-knowing
(yam tsépan ánikwanan), replied: "It is a staff of extension,
wherewith to test the hearts and understandings of children." Then
he balanced it in his hand and struck with it a hard place and blew
upon it. Amid the plumes appeared four round things, seeds of moving
beings, mere eggs were they, two blue like the sky or turkis; two dun-red
like the flesh of the Earth-mother.
Again the people cried out with wonder and ecstasy, and again asked
they questions, many.
"These be," said he who was named Yanáuluha, "the seed of living
things; both the cherishers and annoyancers, of summer time;
choose ye without greed which ye will have for to follow! For from
one twain shall issue beings of beautiful plumage, colored like the
verdure and fruitage of summer; and whither they fly and ye follow,
shall be everlastingly manifest summer, and without toil, the pain
whereof ye ken not, fields full fertile of food shall flourish there. And
from the other twain shall issue beings evil, uncolored, black, piebald
with white; and whither these two shall fly and ye follow, shall strive
winter with summer; fields furnished only by labor such as ye wot not
of shall ye find there, and contended for between their offspring and
yours shall be the food-fruits thereof."
"The blue! the blue!" cried the people, and those who were most
hasty and strongest strove for the blue eggs, leaving the other eggs
for those who had waited. "See," said they as they carried them with
much gentleness and laid them, as one would the new-born, in soft
sand on the sunny side of a cliff, watching them day by day, "precious
of color are these; surely then, of precious things they must be the
seed!" And "Yea verily!" said they when the eggs cracked and
worms issued, presently becoming birds with open eyes and with pinfeathers
under their skins, "Verily we chose with understanding, for see!
yellow and blue, red and green are their dresses, even seen through
their skins!" So they fed the pair freely of the food that men favor—thus
alas! cherishing their appetites for food of all kinds! But when
their feathers appeared they were black with white bandings; for
ravens were they! And they flew away mocking our fathers and
croaking coarse laughs!
And the other eggs held by those who had waited and by their
father Yanáuluha, became gorgeous macaws and were wafted by
him with a toss of his wand to the far southward summer-land. As
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father, yet child of the macaw, he chose as the symbol and name of
himself and as father of these his more deliberate children—those who
had waited—the macaw and the kindred of the macaw, the Múla-kwe;
whilst those who had chosen the ravens became the Raven-people,
or the Kâ´kâ-kwe.
Thus first was our nation divided into the People of Winter and the
People of Summer. Of the Winter those who chose the raven, who
were many and strong; and of the Summer those who cherished the
macaw, who were fewer and less lusty, yet of prudent understanding
because more deliberate. Hence, Yanáuluha their father, being wise,
saw readily the light and ways of the Sun-father, and being made
partaker of his breath, thus became among men as the Sun-father is
among the little moons of the sky; and speaker to and of the Sun-father
himself, keeper and dispenser of precious things and commandments,
Pékwi Shíwani Éhkona (and Earliest Priest of the Sun). He
and his sisters became also the seed of all priests who pertain to
the Midmost clan-line of the priest-fathers of the people themselves
"masters of the house of houses." By him also, and his seed, were
established and made good the priests-keepers of things.
The Twain Beloved and priest fathers gathered in council for the
naming and selection of man-groups and creature-kinds (tánawe),
spaces, and things. Thus determined they that the creatures and
things of summer and the southern space pertained to the Southern
people, or Children of the Producing Earth-mother; and those of winter
and northern space, to the Winter people, or Children of the Forcing or
Quickening Sky-father.
Of the Children of Summer, some loved and understood most the
Sun, hence became the fathers of the Sun people (Yä´tok’ya-kwe).
Some loved more the water, and became the Toad people (Ták‘ya-kwe),
Turtle people (Étâa-kwe), or Frog people (Ták‘yaiuna-kwe), who so
much love the water. Others, again loved the seeds of earth and
became the People of Seed (Tâatém‘hlanah-kwe), such as those of the
First-growing grass (Pétâa-kwe, now Aíyaho-kwe), and of the Tobacco
(Ána-kwe). Yet still others loved the warmth and became the Fire or
Badger people (Tónashi-kwe). According, then, to their natures and
inclinations or their gifts from below or of the Masters of Life, they
chose or were chosen for their totems.
Thus, too, it was with the People of Winter or the North. They
chose, or were chosen and named, according to their resemblances or
aptitudes; some as the Bear people (Aíŋshi-kwe), Coyote people
(Súski-kwe), or Deer people (Shóhoita-kwe); others as the Crane people
(Kâ´lokta-kwe), Turkey people (Tóna-kwe) or Grouse people (Póyi-kwe).
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In this wise it came to pass that the Áshiwe were divided of
old in such wise as are their children today, into ánotiwe (clans or
kinties) of brothers and sisters who may not marry one another, but
from one to another of kin. Yea, and as the Earth-mother had increased
and kept within herself all beings, cherishing them apart from their
father even after they came forth, so were these our mothers and sisters
made the keepers of the kin-names and of the seed thereof, nor
may the children of each be cherished by any others of kin.
Now the Beloved Foremost Ones (Úan Éhkon Áteona) of these clans
were prepared by instruction of the gods and the fathers of the house
of houses and by being breathed of them (púak‘yanapk‘ya), whereby
they became áshiwani or priests also, but only the priests of possession,
master keepers of sacred things and mysteries (tíkitlapon
ámosi), each according to his nature of kinship. It was thus that
the warmth-wanting (ték‘yä‘hlna shema) Badger-people were given
the great shell (tsúlikéinan ‘hlana), the heart or navel of which is
potent or sensitive of fire, as of the earthquake and the inner fire is
the coiled navel of the Earth-mother. On the sunny sides of hills burrow
the badgers, finding and dwelling amongst the dry roots whence
is fire. Thus the "Two Badgers" were made keepers of the sacred
heart-shell (súti k’ili achi), makers and wardens of fire. So, too,
were the Bear, Crane, and Grouse people given the múetone, or
the contained seed-substance of hail, snow and new soil (for the bear
sleeps, no longer guarding when winter comes, and with the returning
crane, in the wake of the duck, comes winter in the trail of the
white growing grouse). So, to the Toad and other water people,
descended to them from Yanáuluha the k‘yáetone, or the contained
seed-substance of water; and to the Átâa-kwe, or All-seed-people,
especially to the First-growing-grass people and the Tobacco people,
was given of him also, the chúetone, or the contained seed-substance
of corn grains.
Now when the foremost ones of more than one of these kin clans possessed
a contained or sacred seed-substance, they banded together,
forming a society for the better use and keeping of its medicine and its
secret (forbidden) mysteries, and for the guidance and care thereby
of their especial children. Thus, leading ones of the Bear people, Crane
people, and Grouse people became the ‘Hléetâ-kwe, or Bearers of the
Ice-wands as they are sometimes called, whose prayers and powers
bring winter, yet ward off its evils to the flesh and fearsomeness to the
soul. But at first, only four were the bands of priest-keepers of the
mysteries: Shíwana-kwe, or the Priesthood of Priest people; Sániak‘ya-kwe,
or the Priesthood of the Hunt, who were of the Coyote, Eagle,
and Deer kin, Keepers of the Seed-substance of Game; Áchiak‘ya-kwe,
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or the Great Knife people, makers and defenders of pathways for
the people; and Néwe-kwe, keepers of magic medicines and knowledge
invincible of poison and other evil, whose first great father was
Paíyatuma, God of Dew and the Dawn, himself. Out of these and
of other clans were formed in later days by wisdom of the Father of
Medicines and Rites (the great Póshaiyaŋk‘ya, when he returned, all
as is told in other talk of our olden speech) all other societies, both
that of the Middle, and the Twain for each of all the other six regions
(tem‘halatékwiwe,) the Tabooed and Sacred Thirteen. But when all
was new, men did not know the meanings of their possessions, or even
of the commandments (haítoshnawe); even as children know not the
prayers (téusupénawe). These they must first be taught, that in later
days, when there is need therefor, they may know them and not be
poor.
As it was with men and the creatures, so with the world; it was
young and unripe (k‘yaíyuna). Unstable its surface was, like that
of a marsh; dank, even the high places, like the floor of a cavern, so
that seeds dropped on it sprang forth, and even the substance of offal
became growing things.
Earthquakes shook the world and rent it. Beings of sorcery,
demons and monsters of the under-world fled forth. Creatures turned
fierce, becoming beasts of prey, wherefore others turned timid, becoming
their quarry; wretchedness and hunger abounded, black magic,
war, and contention entered when fear did into the hearts of men and
the creatures. Yea, fear was everywhere among them, wherefore,
everywhere the people, hugging in dread their precious possessions,
became wanderers they, living on the seeds of grasses, eaters of dead
and slain things! Yet still, they were guided by the Two Beloved,
ever in the direction of the east, told and taught that they must seek,
in the light and under the pathway of the Sun, the middle of the
world, over which alone could they find the earth stable, or rest them
and bide them in peace.
When the tremblings grew stilled for a time, the people were bidden
to gather and pause at the First of Sitting-places, which was named
K’éyatiwankwi (Place of upturning or elevation). Yet still poor and
defenseless and unskilled were the children of men, still moist and
ever-anon unstable the world they abode in. Still also, great demons
and monsters of prey fled violently forth in times of earthquake (ánukwaík‘yanak‘ya)
and menaced all wanderers and timid creatures.
Therefore the Beloved Twain took counsel one with the other and with
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the Sun-father, and instructed by him, the elder said to the younger,
"Brother, behold!
That the earth be made safer for men, and more stable,
Let us shelter the land where our children be resting,
Yea! the depths and the valleys beyond shall be sheltered
By the shade of our cloud-shield! Let us lay to its circle
Our firebolts of thunder, aimed to all the four regions,
Then smite with our arrows of lightning from under.
Lo! the earth shall heave upward and downward with thunder!
Lo! fire shall belch outward and burn the world over,
And floods of hot water shall seethe swift before it!
Lo! smoke of earth-stenches shall blacken the daylight
And deaden the senses of them else escaping
And lessen the number of fierce preying monsters!
That the earth be made safer for men, and more stable."
"It were well," said the younger, ever eager, and forthwith they
made ready as they had between themselves devised. Then said the
elder to the younger,
"Wilt thou stand to the right, or shall I, younger brother?"
"I will stand to the right!" said the younger, and stood there.
To the left stood the elder and when all was ready,
‘Hluáa they let fly at the firebolts, their arrows!
Deep bellowed the earth, heaving upward and downward.
"It is done," said the elder. "It is well," said the younger.
Dread was the din and stir. The heights staggered and the mountains
reeled, the plains boomed and crackled under the floods and fires,
and the high hollow-places, hugged of men and the creatures, were
black and awful, so that these grew crazed with panic and strove alike
to escape or to hide more deeply. But ere-while they grew deafened
and deadened, forgetful and asleep! A tree lighted of lightning burns
not long! Presently thick rain fell, quenching the fires; and waters
washed the face of the world, cutting deep trails from the heights
downward, and scattering abroad the wrecks and corpses of stricken
things and beings, or burying them deeply. Lo! they are seen in the
mountains to this day; and in the trails of those fierce waters cool
rivers now run, and where monsters perished lime of their bones
(áluwe—calcareous nodules in malpais or volcanic tuff) we find, and
use in food stuff! Gigantic were they, for their forms little and great
were often burned or shriveled and contorted into stone. Seen are
these, also, along the depths of the world. Where they huddled together
and were blasted thus, their blood gushed forth and flowed deeply, here
in rivers, there in floods; but it was charred and blistered and blackened
by the fires, into the black rocks of the lower mesas (ápkwina, lava
or malpais). There were vast plains of dust, ashes and cinders,
reddened as is the mud of a hearth-place. There were great banks of
clay and soil burned to hardness—as clay is when baked in the kiln-mound,—blackened,
bleached or stained yellow, gray, red, or white,
streaked and banded, bended or twisted. Worn and broken by
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the heavings of the under-world and by the waters and breaths of the
ages, they are the mountain-terraces of the Earth-mother, "dividing
country from country!" Yet many were the places behind and between
these—dark canyons, deep valleys, sunken plains—unharmed by the
fires, where they swerved or rolled higher—as, close to the track of a
forest-fire, green grow trees and grasses, and even flowers continue to
bloom. Therein, and in the land sheltered by the shield, tarried the
people, awakened, as from fearful dreams. Dry and more stable was
the world now, less fearsome its lone places; since, changed to rock
were so many monsters of prey (some shriveled to the size of insects;
made precious as amulets for the hunter and warrior, as told in other
talks of our ancient speech).
But ever and anon the earth trembled anew in that time, and the
people troubled.
"Thus, being, it is not well," said the Two. "Let us again seek
the Middle." So, they led their myriads far eastward and tarried them
at Tésak‘ya Yäla (Place of nude mountains).
Yet soon again the world rumbled, and again they led the way
into a country and place called Támëlan K‘yaíyawan (Where tree
boles stand in the midst of the waters). There the people abode for
long, saying (poor people!) "This is the Middle!" Therefore they
built homes. At times they met people who had gone before, thus
learning much of ways in war, for in the fierceness that had entered
their hearts with fear, they deemed it not well, neither liked they to
look upon strangers peacefully. And many strange things also were
learned and happened there, that are told in other speeches of the
ancient talk.
Having fought and grown strong, lo! when at last the earth groaned
and the conches sounded warning, and the Twain bade them forth,
forsooth! they murmured much, and many (foredoomed!), turned headstrong
and were left to perish miserably in their own houses as do
rats in falling trees, or flies in forbidden food!
But the greater company went obediently forward, until at last they
neared Shípololon K‘yaía (Steam mist in the midst of the waters).
Behold! they saw as they journeyed, the smoke of men's hearth-fires
and a great assemblage of houses scattered over the hills before them!
And when they came closer they met dwellers in those places, nor
looked peacefully upon them—having erstwhile in their last standing-place,
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had touch of war—but challenged them rudely, to know, forsooth,
who they were and why there.
"We are the People of Seed," said these strangers, replying to our
fathers of old, "born elder brothers of ye, and led of the gods!"
"Nay," contended our fathers, "verily, we are led of the gods and
of us are the Seed people and the substance of seed whereof our
wise elders carry the potencies." Whereupon they grew yet more
angry, so dark were they of understanding!
The people who called themselves "Of the Seed"—who were none
others than the "Drinkers of the Dew of Grasses"—bade them pause.
"Behold!" said they, "we have powers above yours, yet without your
aid we can not exert them; even as the mothers of men may not be fertile
save of the fathers. Ye are our younger brothers, for verily so are
your People of Seed, and more precious than they know, are they and
their sacred keepings, ye—unwittingly, alack!—so boast of; even as
we are more wise than ye are and in ourselves quickening withal, for
ye are, like virgins, unthinking, yet fertile. Now go to! Let us look
peacefully upon one another. Do ye, therefore, try first your powers
with the sacred things ye carry according as ye have been instructed
or may best devise; then will we according to our knowledge of these
things and our own practices try our powers with them also, showing
forth our customs unto you."
At last, after much wrangling and council, the people agreed to this.
And they set apart the time, eight days (as now days are numbered)
wherein to make their preparations, which was well; for therefrom
resulted to them great gain, yea, and the winning of these stranger
villagers, and by wise and peaceful acts rather than by war and the
impetuosity of right hands. In the borders of the plain in the midst
of cedars (fuel furnishers of the food-maturing fire, these!) and under
the shade of Hemlocks (Tree-goddesses of the food-growing water,
these!) they encamped. And at the foot of the Hemlocks, facing
the sunlight, they builded them of cedar boughs a great bower: like
to it, only lesser, are those whence we watch and foster the ripening
of our corn; for from their bower thus fashioned, our fathers and
mothers, the priests and priest-matrons of old, watched and labored
for the first birth of corn, and in this wondrous wise, as young parents
watch for the birth of their children, though not knowing of what kind
or favor they will be, nevertheless expectantly of heart; and as we now
watch the fulfilment of our harvests.
So, the seed-priests and master-keepers of the possessions, and
their fathers (those of the house of houses) fasted and intently contemplated
their sacred substances to divine the means thereof. And
it seemed good to them to cut wands of the spaces, painting them
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significantly and pluming them in various ways with the feathers of
the cloud and summer sun-loving birds (Ólowik‘ya Wówe Pékwi
Áshiwani), thinking thereby to waft the breath of their prayers and
incantations (taught of the Surpassing Ones all in the new time of
the world) and to show forth their meanings even so far as unto the
ancient sitting spaces of those who first taught them.
When all else was prepared, they made a shrine around their múetone
(or medicine seed of hail and soil) their k‘yáetone (or medicine
seed of the water and rain) and their chúetone (or medicine seed
of grains). And around these, and reaching out toward the Sun
before them, they set their plumed wands of message. For the plain
was dry and barren, and they wanted fresh soil by the hail torrents,
moisture by the rain, and growth of seed-substance, that they might the
better exhibit their powers to these strangers; if perchance, in response
to their labors and beseechings, these things would be vouchsafed them.
Therefore, that the meaning of their beseechings might be the more
plain and sure of favor, certain ones of the sage priests, sought out and
placed the largest and most beautifully colored grass seeds they could
find among the stores of their way-farings, in the gourd with the chúetone,
and then cut from branches of the easy growing cottonwood
and willow, gleaned from the ways of water, goodly wands which they
plumed and painted, like in color to each kind of seed they had selected;
yellow, green, red, white, black, speckled, and mottled; one for each
side of the sacred gourd, one to be laid upon it, one to be laid under it,
and one to be placed within it; and as soon as finished, thus they disposed
the wands.
Now when night came, these master-priests took the chúetone—all
secretly, whilst the others were drowsy—and carried it, with the
plumed wands they had made, out into the plain, in front of the
bower. There they breathed into these things the prayers and over
them softly intoned the incantations which had been taught them
in the new time of the world. Then they placed the chúetone on
the ground of the plain and on each side of it, by the light of the
seven great stars which were at that time rising bright above them,
they planted one of the plumed wands with the seeds of its color;
first, the brightest, yellow with the yellow grass seeds, on the north;
then the blue with the green grass seeds, on the west; then the red
with the red seeds, to the south, and the white with the white seeds to
the east; but the other three plumed wands they could not plant, one
above, the other below, and the last within the gourd; so looking
at the stars they saw how that they were set, four of them as though
around a gourd like their own, and three others as though along
its handle! "Há! Chukwé!" said they. "'Tis a sign, mayhap, of
the Sky-father!" whereupon they set each of the others in a line,
the black one with its seeds of black, nearest to the sacred gourd
below the handle; the speckled one with its spotted seeds next,
on the other side of the handle, and the mottled one with its
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dappled seeds far out at the end of the handle, that it might (being
of the colors of all the others) point out each of them, as it were, and
lead them all!
And when, on the morrow, the watchers saw the plumes standing
there all beautiful in the plain, and asked who planted them, and for
what, the priests replied, "Verily they were planted in the night, while
ye heedlessly drowsed, by the seven stars." Thereat the people, mistaking
their meaning, exclaimed, "Behold! the seed wands of the stars
themselves!" and they joyed in the omen that their prayers had been
heard so far. And lo! during the eight days and nights there arose
thick mists, hail and rain descended until torrents poured down from the
mountains bringing new soil and spreading it evenly over the plain.
And when on the morning of the ninth day the clouds rolled away,
"Eluu!" shouted our fathers of the Seed kin to the stranger people;
"Water and new soil bring we, where erst was barren hardness; yea,
even grasses, tall and plumed as were our wands, and spiked with seed,
for the grass seed had sprouted and the new wands taken root and
grown, and now had long feathery blades and tall, tasseled stems, waving
in the wind."
"Yea, verily!" cried the People of the First-growing-grass kin
(Aik‘yaho-kwe), chief of the clans of Seed, "we are the People of
the Seed!"
But the strangers, heeding not their boastings, replied, "Yea, verily,
enough! It is well! Truly water and new soil ye have brought, and
grasses growing great therefrom, yet ye have not brought forth new
life therefor of the flesh of men or the seed of seeds! Come now, let
us labor together, in order that what ye have begun may be perfected.
New soil and the seed of its production, the seed of water, yea even
the substance of seed itself we had not, yet of the seed of seed we
are verily the people, and our maidens are the mothers thereof, as ye
shall see."
Then they, too, set apart eight days, during which to prepare for
their custom, and they further said, "That we may be perfect in the
plenishing and generation of the seed of seeds, send us forth, O, ye
comers, a youth of the kin of Water and of those who hold possession
of the precious k‘yáetone, which give unto us likewise, that we join
it to the chúetone ye have placed in the midst of the growing plants,
according to our understanding of its meaning and relation. And let
the youth be goodly and perfect and whole of seed."
Therefore the fathers of the people chose forth, it is said, Yápotuluha,
of the clans of Water, foster child of the great Sun-priest
Yanáuluha, and named of him. And into his hand they gave the
k‘yáetone and certain of their wands of worship, and sent him to
the strangers glorious to look upon. Now there were in the village of
the stranger Seed people seven maidens, sisters of one another, virgins
of one house, and foster children of Paíyatuma (the God of Dew) himself.
And they were surpassingly beautiful, insomuch so that they
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were likened to the seven bright stars and are sung of in the songs of
the Seed people and told of in their stories. They, too, were chosen
and breathed upon by all the fathers and matrons of the Seed, and
with the youth Yápotuluha, instructed in the precious rites and incantations
of their custom. And during all the time of preparation rain
fell as before, only gently and warm, and on the eighth day the matrons
and fathers led the maidens and youth, all beautifully arrayed, down
into the plain before the bower where watched the people and grew
the grasses. And there they danced and were breathed of the sacred
medicine seeds. All through the night backward and forward danced
they to the song line of the elders, and in accordance therewith by
the side of the growing plants, motioning them upward with their
magic wands and plumes, as we, with implements of husbandry,
encourage the growth upward of the corn plants today. As time
went on, the matron of the dance led the youth and the first maiden
apart, and they grasped, one on either side, the first plants, dancing
around them, gently drawing them upward as they went, even as the
Two Beloved had caused to grow the canes of the under-world. So
also did the youth and each maiden in turn grasp the other plants in
their turn, until all had grown to the tallness of themselves and were
jointed where they had grasped them; yea, and leaved as with waving
plumes of the macaw himself. And now, in the night, the keepers
of the great shells (of the Badger kin), brought forth fire with their
hands from roots, and kindled it in front of the bower toward the east,
that its heat might take the place of the Sun and its light shine brightly
on the dancers, making their acts verily alive; and as the dawn
approached, the youth and first maiden were led apart as before by the
Mother-making matron, and together embraced the first of the full
grown plants, and so, in turn, the youth and each of the other maidens
embraced the other plants.
And as they embraced the first plant, the fire flamed brightly, with
the first catching and flush of the wood, and yellow was its light; and
as they embraced the second plant, the flames were burning smokily with
the fuller grasping of the wood, and blue was the light; and as they
were embracing the third plant, the fire reached its fullness of mastery
over the wood, and red was its light; and as they were embracing the
fourth plant, the fire was fumeless and triumphant over the wood, and
white was its light; and as they were embracing the fifth plant, the fire
gave up its breath in clouds of sparks, and streaked, of many colors,
was its light; and as they were embracing the sixth plant, the fire
swooned and slept, giving more heat, as 'twere, than light, thus somber
was the light, yet, as they were embracing the seventh plant, it
wakened afresh, did the fire, in the wind of the morning, and glowed
as does the late fire of the wanderer, with a light of all the colors.
Now, when the day dawned, lo! where the mid-persons of the youth
and the maidens had touched most unitedly and warmly the plants,
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new parts appeared to the beholders, showing, through their coverings,
many colors, soft hair shrouding them, as if to make precious
their beauty.
Whilst the people still gazed at these, wondering, out from the Eastland
came Paíyatuma and Ténatsali of the All-colored flowers (God
of the Seasons), followed by Kwélele with his flame-potent fire-wand.
Paíyatuma touched the plants with the refreshing breath of his flute;
Ténatsali with the flesh-renewing breath of his flowers; Kwélele, with
the ripening breath of his torch, whereby the new parts were hardened,
some to fruitfulness; others, being too closely touched, burned to the
very heat of generative warmth, unfruitful in itself, but fruitful making!
Then, as Paíyatuma waved his flute, lo! following Ténatsali,
the maidens and the attendant Kwélele went forth and disappeared
in the mist of the morning. As they vanished, Paíyatuma turned to
where, full in the light of the rising sun, stood the seven plants. Lithe
and tall stood he there beside them like a far journeyer, and said to the
awed watchers:
Lo! ye children of men and the Mother,
Ye Brothers of Seed,
Elder, younger,
Behold the seed plants of all seeds!
The grass-seeds ye planted, in secret,
Were seen of the stars and the regions,
Are shown in the forms of these tassels!
The plumes that ye planted beside them
Were felt in the far away spaces,
Are shown in the forms of their leaf-blades!
But the seed that ye see growing from them,
Is the gift of my seven bright maidens,
The stars of the house of my children!
Look well, that ye cherish their persons,
Nor change ye the gift of their being,—
As fertile of flesh for all men
To the bearing of children for men,—
Lest ye lose them, to seek them in vain!
Be ye brothers ye people, and people;
Be ye happy ye Priests of the Corn!
Lo! the seed of all seed-plants is born!
As the people eagerly looked, the mists of the morning were seen
to be clearing away, and gone within them, even as his voice, was
Paíyatuma!
"Thanks this day," together said the fathers and their people, as
they looked upon the plants before them, then at the stranger people.
"Verily, ye are our elder brothers, and as children and sisters, yea as
our very mothers, will we cherish thy maidens and the substance of
their flesh!"
"Yea," replied these other Seed people, "eating thereof, ye shall
become in very truth our younger brothers! For even as the father
hath said, these be the product of our hands joined with thine in labor,
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and of our hearts joined with thine in sacred thought." Then the ancient
of the People of Dew stood in place of Paíyatuma, and spake:
Behold the fulfilment of work ye began!
Ears fully gifted with fruitage of kernels
By the warmth of our maidens
In embrace with your Rain youth;
The seed of their persons
All wrapped in soft garments
And draped with the hair
Of their full generation;
All proportioned and formed
By the touch of the Dew God;
Made complete and mature
By the touch of the Time God;
Ripened fully, as food,
By the touch of the Fire God!
First, yet last of them all
Is the plant of the Middle—
With its seven-fold kernels
And hues of the embers—
Is the corn of all regions,
The Í-to-pa-nah-na-kwe!
Yet the earliest quickened
By the eldest Corn maiden,
Is the corn of the North land;
Made yellow by flame-light,—
The hue of the North sky
Seen in winter or gloaming,—
Is the strong ‘Hlúp-tsi-kwa-kwe!
Then the corn of the West land
By the next sister quickened,—
Made blue by the smoke-light,—
Is hued like the ocean
Or shadows of evening,—
The rich ‘Hlí-a-kwa-kwe!
Next, the corn of the South land,
By the third sister quickened,
Is red, like the flowers
And fruitage of summer—
Made so by the brand-light—
Is the sweet Shí-k‘ya-na-kwe!
Next the corn of the East land
The fourth sister quickened,
Is white, like the milk
Which we drink in the morning
Of life; like the light
Of the dawning each morning—
Made so by full fire-light—
Is the pure K’ó-ha-kwa-kwe!
Next, the corn of the Zenith,
The fifth sister quickened,
Is streaked like the sky
With the clouds and the rainbow—
Made so by the spark-light—
Is the hard K’ú-chu-a-kwe!
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And next is the corn of
The dark Lower regions
The sixth sister quickened;
Is black like the depth of
The earth it emerged from—
Made so by the heat-light—
Is the soft Kwí-ni-kwa-kwe!
Last, as first, is the Mid-most,
Quickened first by the seventh
Of all the Corn maidens;
Bearing grains of each color—
Made so by the embers—
And seed of them all,
Hence, the Tém-‘hla-nah-na-k‘ya,
Í-to-pa-nah-na-kwe!
"Thus, of the substance of all flesh is the seed of seeds, Corn! And
suited to all peoples and places; yet we, brothers younger are with ye,
favored in the light, in that together we are its priests and keepers.
Let us therefore love it and cherish it, as we cherish and love our
women; and it shall be the giver of milk to the youthful and of flesh
to the aged, as our women folk are the givers of life to our youth and
the sustainers of life in our age; for of the mother-milk of the Beloved
Maidens it is filled, and of their flesh the substance. Eating thereof,
thy youth shall grow strong and handsome, thy maidens beautiful and
fruitful, even as are themselves, the Beloved Maidens, our mothers and
thine!"
"Be it well!" said the fathers. "Brothers younger to ye, let us
indeed be, and let us, therefore, clasp the warm hands of brothers
elder and brothers younger, making the words of the Father of Dawn
true, in truth!"
Then the ancient of the People of the Dew replied:
It is well, brothers younger!
Dwell in peace by our firesides.
Guard the seed of our maidens,
Each kind as ye see it,
Apart from the others.
And by lovingly toiling,
As by toiling and loving,
Men win the full favor
And hearts of their maidens,
So, from year unto year
Shall ye win by your watching,
And power of beseeching,
And care for the corn-flesh,
The favor and plenish
Of our seven Corn maidens.
They shall dance for the increase
And strength of the corn-seed,
Of each grain, making many—
Each grain that ye nourish
With new soil and water!
For long, ere ye found us,
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We afar sought for water,
Drinking dew from our father,
Like deer, on the mountains!
And for long ere ye found us
Ye wandered in hunger,
Seeking seed of the grasses,
Like birds on the mesas.
Thus, 'tis well, brothers younger,
That ye dwell by our firesides!
Thus, happily were our fathers joined to the People of the Dew, and
the many houses on the hills were now builded together in the plain
where first grew the corn plants abundantly; being prepared year after
year by the beautiful custom of the ever young maidens, and attended
faithfully by the labors of the people and the vigils of their fathers.
When men had almost forgotten the seeking of the Middle, the earth
trembled anew, and the shells sounded warning. Murmuring sore
when the Twain Beloved came and called them again, yet carrying
whatsoever they could with them (more preciously than all things else
save their little ones, the seed of corn!), they and the people they had
dwelt with journeyed on, seeking safety. For now, their kin were
mingled; thus, their children were one people. Wheresoever they
rested, they builded them great houses of stone, all together, as may
still be seen. And in the plains ever they built them bowers for the
watching of the renewal and growth of the seeds of the corn. Therefore,
they never hungered whether journeying anon or sitting still.
Now with much of journeying the people came to grow weary with
ever seeking for the Middle all together, along a single way, insomuch
that increasingly they murmured whenever they were summoned and
must needs be leaving their homes and accustomed ranging-places.
And so they fell to devising amongst themselves, until at last it
seemed good to them to be sending messengers forth in one direction
and another, the sooner to feel out the better way, and find signs of the
Middle: as, by dividing, a company of hunters the sooner find trace of
their quarry.
Now there was a priest of the people named Kâ´wimosa (of the Kâ´kâ
master-maker or source), thus named because he it was who was to establish,
all unwittingly, the most potent and good sacred dance (myth-drama
or Kâ´kâ) as happened after this wise:
He had four sons (some say more) and a daughter. And his eldest
son was named K‘yäk´lu, which signifies, it is said, "Whensoever;"
for he was wiser of words and the understanding thereof than all
others, having listened to the councils of men with all beings, since
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ever the inner beginning! So, when it was asked who of the precious
ones (children of priest-fathers and priest-mothers) should journey
northward, seeking to learn the distance thitherward to the great
embracing waters, that the Middle might be the better surmised; nor
said the Twain aught, as we say naught, to little children weary of a
way that must, weary or nay, be accomplished! When this was
asked, Kâ´wimosa, the priest, bethought himself of his wise eldest
son and said, "Here is he!" Thus K‘yäk´lu was summoned, and made
ready with sacrifice presentations from all the priests to all the surpassing-ones
for the great journey; and he departed.
Long the people waited. But at last it was said, "Lost is our
K‘yäk´lu! For wise of words was he, but not wise of ways!"
And the fathers, mourning, again called a council. Again, when it
was inquired, Kâ´wimosa the priest, bethought him, and cried,
"Here!" and again were made ready duly and sent forth messengers,
this time southward, the next younger brothers of K‘yäk´lu
(Ánahohoátchi); for, said the father, they will guide one another
if ye send twain. And of these, also, much is told in other talks of
our ancient speech; but then, they too, lingered by the way.
Once more a council was called, and again, when it was inquired,
Kâ´wimosa cried, "Here!" and this time the youngest son, who was
named Síweluhsiwa, because he was a long-haired youth of great
beauty; and the daughter, who was named Síwiluhsitsa, because
she was a long-tressed maiden of beautiful person; they also were
summoned and made ready duly and sent eastward.
Far they journeyed, and as the day quickened they saw before them
a distant high mountain.
Let us hasten, O, sister, my sister!
Thou art weary with travel, my sister;
We will rest in the shade of yon mountain.
I will build you a bower of cedar,
And seek in the cliffs for game-creatures;
And you shall rest happily, sister.
Thus spake he, for he loved his sister and her beauty. (Nay, but she
was soft and beautiful!)
And so, they hastened. When they reached the mountain, Síweluhsiwa
built a bower of cedar branches under the shade of a tree.
Then he went forth to seek game. When, having captured some, he
returned, his sister was sleeping in the bower; so he stepped softly,
that he might not disturb her—for he loved his sister, and gently he
sat himself down before her and leaned his chin on his hand to watch
her. The wind softly blew to and fro, and she slept on; her white
cotton mantle and garments were made light for the journey, and thus
the wind played with them as it listed over her prostrate form. As the
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brother gazed at her, he became crazed with love of her, greater than
that of a brother's, greater than that of kin men for kin! * * *
Crazed was he, yea, and bideless of act; and the sister, thus
awakened, fled from him in loud affright, and then, in shame and hot
anger turning, upbraided him fiercely. Wondrous beings were they,
more than it is the lot of mere men in these days to be, for they were
the children of Kâ´wimosa the priest, and a priestess-mother in the
times of creation and newness. And so, like to the surpassing ones,
they were ‘hlímnawiho, or changeable-by-will inclined; yea, and all
things were k‘yaíyuna or formative, when the world was new! Lo,
now! Therefore, as she upbraided him, her eyes grew great and glaring
and her face spotted and drawn. And he, as he heard and saw
her, grew dazed, and stood senseless before her, his head bowed, his
eyes red and swollen, his brow bent and burning.
"Thou shameless of men!" cried the maiden. "Know that thou shalt
return to thy people never; nay, nor will I! Lo! I will make by mine
the power a deep water dividing this mountain! Alone on one side
shalt thou dwell, alone on the other dwell I! I will draw a line, and
make a swift water between the day-land and the night-land, between
all our people and us!" She stamped with her sandal as she spake, and
deep was the mark thereof; for the mountain was hollow and resounding.
Then she ran headlong down to the westward end of the mountain
and drew her foot along the sands from the south to the northward,
and deep was the gully she made. And the brother, seeing her flee,
ran after her calling hoarsely. But now, as he neared her, he stopped
and stared; and forthwith grew crazed more than ever; but with anguish
and fright this time, at her rage and distortion. As she turned again
back, he threw his arms aloft, and beat his head and temples and tore
away his hair and garments and clutched his eyes and mouth wildly,
until great welts and knobs stood out on his head; his eyes puffed and
goggled, his lips blubbered and puckered; tears and sweat with wet
blood bedrenched his whole person, and he cast himself headlong and
rolled in the dust, until coated with the dun earth of that plain. And
when he staggered to his feet, the red soil adhered to him as skin
cleaves to flesh, and his ugliness hardened.
The maiden stared in wild terror at what she had wrought! And
now she, too, was filled with anguish and shrieked aloud, tossing her
arms and rushing hither and thither, and so great was her grief and
despair that her hair all whitened. Lo! now she lamented plaintively
and pitied her brother, for she thought—woman-like!—"But he loved
me!" So, she tenderly yearned for him now, and ran toward him.
Again he looked at her, for he was crazed, and when he saw her close
at hand, so strange looking and ugly, he laughed aloud, and coarsely,
but anon stood still, with his hands clasped in front of him and his
head bowed before him, dazed! When he laughed, she too laughed;
when he was silent and bowed, she cried and besought him. Thus it
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was with them ever after in those days. They talked loudly to each
other; they laughed or they cried. Now they were like silly children,
playing on the ground; anon they were wise as the priests and high
beings, and harangued as parents to children and leaders to people.
The marks in the mountain and sands sank farther and farther; for
much the earth shuddered as was wont in those days. And thus the
mountain was sundered in twain and waters welled up in the midway.
The furrow in the sands ran deeper and deeper and swifter and swifter
with gathering water. Into the nether mountain the pair fled—not
apart—but together, distraught. Ceaselessly echoed their gibberish
and cries across the wide water and from one mountain side to the
other. Thenceforth, together they dwelt in the caves of the place they
had chosen, forgetful of the faces of men and recking naught of their
own ugly condition!
In time there were born to these twain, twelve children. Nay, neither
man-children nor woman-children they! For look now! The first, was
a woman in fulness of contour, but a man in stature and brawn. From
the mingling of too much seed in one kind, comes the two-fold one kind,
‘hláhmon, being man and woman combined—even as from a kernel
of corn with two hearts, ripens an ear that is neither one kind nor the
other, but both! Yet not all ill was this first child, because she was born
of love—what though crazed!—ere her parents were changed; thus she
partook not of their distortions. Not so with her brothers; in semblance
of males, yet like boys, the fruit of sex was not in them! For the
fruit of mere lust comes to naught, even as corn, self-sown out of
season, ripens not. For their parents, being changed to hideousness,
abode together witlessly and consorted idly or in passion not quickened
of favor to the eye or the heart. And lo! like to their father
were his later children, but varied as his moods; for then, as now, what
the mother looked most on while withholding them, thus wise were they
formed as clay by the thought of the potter; wherefore we cherish our
matrons and reveal not to them the evil dramas neither the slaughtered
nor hamstrung game lest their children be weakly or go maimed. Thus
they were strapping louts, but dun-colored and marked with the welts of
their father. Silly were they, yet wise as the gods and high priests;
for as simpletons and the crazed speak from the things seen of the
instant, uttering belike wise words and prophecy, so spake they, and
became the attendants and fosterers, yet the sages and interpreters, of
the ancient of dance-dramas or the Kâ´kâ.
Named are they, not with the names of men, but with names of mis-meaning,
for there is Pékwina, Priest-speaker of the Sun. Meditative
is he, even in the quick of day, after the fashion of his father when
shamed, saying little save rarely, and then as irrelevantly as the
veriest child or dotard.
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Then there is Pí‘hlan Shíwani (Bow Priest-warrior). So cowardly
he that he dodges behind ladders, thinking them trees no doubt, and
lags after all the others, whenever frightened, even at a fluttering leaf
or a crippled spider, and looks in every direction but the straight one,
whenever danger threatens!
There is Éshotsi (the Bat) who can see better in the sunlight than
any of them, but would maim himself in a shadow, and will avoid a hole
in the ground as a woman would a dark place, even were it no bigger
than a beetle burrow.
Also there is Muíyapona (Wearer of the Eyelets of Invisibility). He
has horns like the catfish, and is knobbed like a bludgeon-squash.
But he never by any chance disappears, even when he hides his head
behind a ladder rung or turkey quill, yet thinks himself quite out
of sight. And he sports with his countenance as though it were as
smooth as a damsel's.
There is Pótsoki (the Pouter), who does little but laugh and look
bland, for grin he can not; and his younger brother, Ná‘hläshi (Aged
Buck), who is the biggest of them all, and what with having grieved
and nearly rubbed his eyes out (when his younger brother was captured
and carried off by the K‘yámak‘ya-kwe or Snail Kâ´kâ of the
South), looks as ancient as a horned toad; yet he is as frisky as a
fawn, and giggles like a girl; yea, and bawls as lustily as a small boy
playing games.
The next brother, Ítseposa (the Glum or Aggrieved), mourned also
for his nearest brother, who was stolen by the Kâ´kâ, too, until his eyes
were dry utterly and his chin chapped to protrusion; but nathless
he is lively and cheerful and ever as ready indeed as the most complaisant
of beings.
K‘yä´lutsi (the Suckling) and Tsa‘hläshi (Old-youth), the youngest,
are the most wilfully important of the nine, always advising others
and strutting like a young priest in his first dance, or like unto the
youthful warrior made too aged-thinking and self-notioned with early
honoring.
And while the father stands dazed, with his head bowed and his
hands clasped before him or like to broken bows hanging by his sides,
these children romp and play (as he and his sister did when turned
childish), and verily are like to idiots, or to dotards and crones turned
young again, inconstant as laughter, startled to new thought by every
flitting thing around them; but, in the presence of the Kâ´kâ of old,
they are grave what though so uncouth. And they are the oracles of
all olden sayings of deep meanings; wherefore they are called the
Kâ´yemashi (Husbandmen of the Kâ´kâ or sacred drama-dance); and
they are spoken of, even by the Fathers of the People, as the Á‘hläshi
Tséwashi (Sages of the Ancients). And most precious in the sight of
the beings and of men are they! But for their birth and the manner
thereof, it is said that all had been different; for from it many things
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came to be as they are, alike for men and gods and even the souls of
the dead!
There came a time when the people for whom Síweluhsiwa and
Síwiluhsitsa had gone to seek the way, could tarry no longer awaiting
them; for, hearing the earth rumble, the Twain Beloved and their
Warrior-leaders of the Knife summoned the tribes forth to journey again.
Now in these days the people had grown so vast of number that no
longer could they journey together; but in great companies they traveled,
like herds of bison severed when too numerous for the grass of a
single plain. The Bearers of the Ice-wands and the Ancient Brotherhood
of the Knife led the clans of the Bear, the Crane, the Grouse
and others of the People of Winter (yea and in small part others too),
through the northernmost valleys, carrying ever in their midst the
precious múetone. The Fathers of the People, Keepers of the seed,
and the Ancient Brotherhood of Priests led the clans of the Macaw
and other Summer people (and in part others still) through the middle
valleys, carrying ever in their midst the precious k‘yáetone. They,
being deliberate and wise, sought rather in the pathway between the
northward and the southward for the place of the Middle.
The Seed-fathers of the Seed-kin, the Keepers of Fire, and the Ancient
Brotherhood of Paíyatuma (Néwe-kwe) led the All-seed clans, the Sun,
Badger and other Summer people (not of the Midmost), through the
southern valleys, carrying ever in their midst the precious chúetone.
Leading them all, whether through the northern ways, through the
middle ways, or through the southern ways, now here, now there, were
the Two Beloved ones, and with them their Warriors of the Knife.
Now although those who went by the northern way were called the
Bear and Crane father-people, yet with them went some of all the clans,
as the Parrot-macaws of the Middle, and the Yellow-corn ones of the
Southern people.
And although the People of the Middle way were called the Macaw
father-people, yet with them went Bear and Crane people of the north,
nevertheless, (a few) and Seed people of the south, also (a few) those
of the White Corn.
And although the people of the southern way were called the All-seed
father-people, yet with them went a few of both the northern and the
middle ways. And this was well! That even though any one of these
bands might hap to be divided through wildness of the way or stress
of war, they nathless might retain, each of them, the seed of all the
kin-lines. Moreover, this of itself speedily came to be, through the
mingling of the clans from one to another in the strands of marriage.
And although thus apart the peoples journeyed, descending from
the westward the valleys toward north and toward south, like gathering
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streams from a wide rain-storm, yet also like rain-streams gathering
in some great river or lagoon, so they came together and thus abode
in seasons of rest. Strong and impetuous, the Bear kindred on the
one hand were the first to move and farthest to journey; on the other
hand the Seed kindred led the way; whereas, the heart of them all of
the Macaw kindred, deliberately (as was their custom) pursued the
middle course of the Sun-father.
In such order, then, they came, in time, within sight of the great
divided mountain of the Kâ´yemäshi. Seeing smoke and mist rising
therefrom, they all, one after another, hastened thither. The Bear
peoples were first to approach, and great was their dismay when, on
descending into the plain, they beheld a broad river, flowing, not as
other waters were wont to flow in that land, from east to west, but
straight across their pathway, from toward the south, northward.
And lo! on the farther side were the mysterious mountains they sought,
but between them rolled swiftly these wide turbid waters, red with the
soil of those plains.
Not for long did the impetuous fathers of the Bear and Crane deliberate.
Nay! Straightway they strode into the stream and feeling forth
with their feet that it e'en might be forded—for so red were its waters
that no footing could be seen through them,—they led the way across;
yet great was their fearfulness withal; for, full soon, as they watched
the water moving under their very eyes, strange chills did pervade them,
as though they were themselves changing in being to creatures moving
and having being in the waters; even as still may be felt in the
giddiness which besets those who, in the midst of troubled or passing
waters, gaze long into them. Nathless, they won their way steadfastly
to the farther shore. But the poor women who, following closely with
the little children on their backs, were more áyaᵘwe (tender, susceptible),
became witlessly crazed with these dread fear-feelings of the
waters, wherefore, the little ones to whom they clung but the more
closely, being k‘yaíyuna and all unripe, were instantly changed by the
terror. They turned cold, then colder; they grew scaly, fuller webbed
and sharp clawed of hands and feet, longer of tail too, as if for swimming
and guidance in unquiet waters. Lo! They felt of a sudden to the
mothers that bore them, as the feel of dead things; and, wriggling,
scratched their bare shoulders until, shrieking wildly, these mothers let
go all hold on them and were even fain to shake them off—fleeing from
them in terror. Thus, multitudes of them fell into the swift waters,
wailing shrilly and plaintively, as even still it may be said they are
heard to cry at night time in those lone waters. For, no sooner did
they fall below the surges than they floated and swam away, still
crying—changed verily, now, even in bodily form; for, according to
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their several totems, some became like to the lizard (mík‘yaiya‘hli),
chameleon (sémaiyak‘ya), and newt (téwashi); others like to the frog
(ták‘aiyuna), toad (ták‘ya), and turtle (étâwa). But their souls
(top‘hâ´ina, 'other-being or in-being'), what with the sense of falling,
still falling, sank down through the waters, as water itself, being
started, sinks down through the sands into the depths below. There,
under the lagoon of the hollow mountain where it was erstwhile cleft
in twain by the angry maiden-sister Síwiluhsitsa as before told, dwelt,
in their seasons, the soul-beings of ancient men of war and violent death.
There were the towns for the 'finished' or dead, Hápanawan or the
Abode of Ghosts; there also, the great pueblo (city) of the Kâ´kâ,
Kâ´‘hluëlawan, the town of many towns wherein stood forever the
great assembly house of ghosts, Áhapaáwa Kíwitsinan‘hlana, the
kiva which contains the six great chambers in the midst of which sit,
at times of gathering in council, the god-priests of all the Kâ´kâ exercising
the newly dead in the Kâ´k’okshi or dance of good, and receiving
from them the offerings and messages of mortal men to the immortal
ones.
Now, when the little ones sank, still sank, seeing naught, the lights
of the spirit dancers began to break upon them, and they became, as
be the ancients, ‘hlímna, and were numbered with them. And so,
being received into the midst of the undying ancients, lo! these little
ones thus made the way of dying and the path of the dead; for
whither they led, in that olden time, others, fain to seek them (insomuch
that they died), followed; and yet others followed these; and so
it has continued to be even unto this day.
But the mothers, still crying, knew not this—knew not that their
children had returned unharmed into the world whence even themselves
had come and whither they too needs now must go, constrained thither
by the yearnings of their own hearts in the time of mourning. Loudly,
still, they wailed, on the farther shore of the river.
The Seed clans arrived, and strove to cross the waters, but as it had
chanced to the others so befel it all dismally with them, until loud became
the commotion and multitudes of those behind, nearing—even
many of the Midmost clans—turned and fled afar southward along the
bank, seeking a better crossing; fled so far that they were lost to
sight speedily and strayed never to return!
Nay, they became the fathers and mothers of our Lost Others—lost
ever since that time.
Lo! as the people were crying aloud and tossing their hands aloft and
the many—so many!—were fleeing away, came the Beloved Twain, and
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with voices strong-sounding and sure, bade them cease from their
clamor and terror, saying—
Look now, ye faithless and witless!
The mothers who love not their offspring
And cherish them not through all danger,
Must lose them anon, as the woodbird,
Who sits not her nest, doth her broodlings!
Fear not, but cleave fast to your children
Though they strange-turn and frightful of seeming!
'Tis the magic of water, and wildness
Of heart, and will pass (as men's laughter
Doth pass when the joy-thought is sobered),
As ye win your way forth from the waters.
Thus spake they, and continued speaking; whereupon the people
who were yet left, took heart, even the women, and stayed their
thoughts, clinging stoutly to their little ones as they fared through the
waters, what though the terror and hurt was sore. Thus passed they
all safely over, and—even as had been said—as they won their way up
from the waters and sat them down to rest on the farther shore below
the mountains, lo! the little ones grew warm and right again. But
never were the thoughts of womenkind beguiled wholly from that harrowing
journey. Wherefore they be timid of deep places, startled (as is
the voice of a vessel by any shrillness of sound) and witless-driven by
the sight of reptile-creatures. Lo! and so their anxieties are like to
press themselves on the unripe and forming children of their bowels.
Wherefore, also, we guard their eyes from all weird-seeming things
when they be with child.
Now, when the people were rested and the children righted, they
arose and journeyed into the plain to the east of the two mountains
and the great water between them. Thence they turned them northward
to the sunrise slopes of the uppermost of the mountains. There
they encamped, mourning for their lost children and awaiting the
coming, perchance, of those who had fled away.
Ataht! And all this time K‘yäk´lu, the all-hearing and wise of speech,
all alone had been journeying afar in the north land of cold and white
desolateness. Lost was he, for lo! all the world he wandered in now
was disguised in the snow that lies spread forth there forever. Cold
was he—so cold that his face became wan, and white from the frozen
mists of his own breathing withal, white as become all creatures who
bide there. So cold at night and dreary of heart was he, so lost by
day and blinded by light was he, that he wept, continually wept and
cried aloud until the tears coursing down his cheeks stained them
with falling lines along the wrinkles thereof (as may be seen on his face
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to this day when in due season he reappears), and he died of heart and
thence became transformed (í‘hlimnakna) lastingly as are the gods.
Yea, and his lips became splayed with continual calling, and his voice
grew shrill and dry-sounding, like to the voices of far-flying water-fowl.
As he cried, wandering all blindly hither and thither, these,
water-birds, hearing, flocked around him in numbers and curiously
peered at him, turning their heads from side to side and ever approaching
nearer, all the while calling one to another.
Behold! when he heard them calling, their meanings were plain to
him, wise as he was of all speeches! Yet still he lamented aloud, for
none told him the way to his country and people.
Now, when the Duck heard his cry, lo! it was so like to her own
that she came closer by than any, answering loudly. And when they
were thus come near to each other, much related appeared they, strange
as that may seem. Forasmuch as he was of all times the listener and
speaker, and therein wisest of all men, so was she of all regions the
traveler and searcher, knowing all ways, whether above or below the
waters, whether in the north, the west, the south, or the east, and
therein was the most knowing of all creatures. Thus the wisdom (yúyananak‘ya)
of the one comprehended (aíyuhetok‘ya) the knowledge
(ánikwanak‘ya) of the other, and K‘yäk´lu in the midst of his lamentations
besought counsel and guidance, crying—
Ha-na-ha! ha-na-ha! a-hah-hua!
O, grandmother! Where am I straying
So far from my country and people?
All speeches I know, of my sitting
In councils of men and the beings,
Since first in the depths they had being!
But of far ways, alas! I am kenless!
Ha-na-ha! ha-na-ha! a-hah-hua!
The mountains are white, and the valleys;
All plains are like others in whiteness;
And even the light of our father
The Sun, as he rises and passes,
Makes all ways more hidden of whiteness!
For in brightness my eyes see but darkness—
And in darkness all ways are bewildered!
Ha-na-ha! ha-na-ha! a-hah-hua!
In the winds, lo! I hear the directions;
But the winds speak the ways of all regions,
Of the north and the west and the southward,
Of the east and of upward and downward,
They tell not the way to the Middle!
They tell not the way to my people!
Ha-na-ha! ha-na-ha! a-hah-hua!
"Hold, my child, my father," said the Duck. "Think no longer sad
thoughts. Though thou be blind, yet thou hearest all as I see all. Give
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me, therefore, tinkling shells from thy girdle and place them on my
neck and in my beak. Thus may I guide thee with my seeing if so be
thou by thy hearing grasp and hold firmly my trail. For look, now!
Thy country and the way thither well I know, for I go that way each
year leading the wild goose and the crane, who flee thither as winter
follows."
And so the K‘yäk´lu placed his talking shells on the neck of the Duck,
and in her beak placed the singing shells, which ever in his speakings
and listenings K‘yäk´lu had been wont to wear at his girdle; and albeit
painfully and lamely, yet he did follow the sound she made with these
shells, perching lightly on his searching outstretched hand, and did all
too slowly follow her swift flight from place to place wherein she, anon,
going forth would await him and urge him, ducking her head that the
shells might call loudly, and dipping her beak that they might summon
his ears as the hand summons the eyes. By and by they came to the
country of thick rains and mists on the borders of the Snow World,
and passed from water to water, until at last, lo! wider waters lay in
their way. In vain the Duck called and jingled her shells from over
the midst of them, K‘yäk´lu could not follow. All maimed was he;
nor could he swim or fly as could the Duck.
Now the Rainbow-worm was near, in that land of mists and waters.
And when he heard the sacred sounds of the shells he listened. "Ha!
these be my grandchildren, and precious be they, for they call one to
the other with shells of the great world-encircling waters," said he;
and so, with one measure of his length, he placed himself nigh them,
saying—
Why mourn ye grandchildren, why mourn ye?
Give me plumes of the spaces, grandchildren,
That related I be to the regions,
That uplifted I be to the cloud-heights,
That my footsteps be countries and countries;
So I bear ye full swift on my shoulders
To the place of thy people and country.
K‘yäk´lu took of his plume-wands the lightest and choicest; and the
Duck gave to him her two strong pinion-feathers that he might pendant
them therewith, making them far reaching and far-seeing. And the
Rainbow arched himself and stooped nigh to them whilst K‘yäk´lu,
breathing on the plumes, approached him and fastened them to his
heart side. And while with bent head, all white and glistening wet,
K‘yäk´lu said the sacred words, not turning to one side nor to the
other, behold! the Rainbow shadow gleamed full brightly on his forehead
like a little rainbow, (even as the great sky itself gleams little
in a tiny dew-drop) and became painted thereon, and í‘hlimna.
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"Thanks this day!" said the Rainbow. "Mount, now, on my shoulders,
grandson!"
The Rainbow unbent himself lower that K‘yäk´lu might mount; then
he arched himself high amidst the clouds, bearing K‘yäk´lu upward as
in the breath a mote is borne, and the Duck spread her wings in flight
toward the south. Thitherward, like an arrow, the Rainbow-worm
straightened himself forward and followed until his face looked into
the Lake of the Ancients, the mists whereof were to him breath and
substance.
And there in the plain to the north of Kâ´‘hluëlane, K‘yäk´lu
descended even ere the sun was fully entered, and while yet it was
light, the Rainbow betook himself swiftly back.
But alas! K‘yäk´lu was weary and lame. He could not journey
farther, but sat himself down to rest and ponder the way.
Now, as he sat there, all silent, came across the plains the shouts
and harangues of the Kâ´yemäshi as they called loudly to one another,
telling, like children, of the people who had but then forded the wide
river, and passed on to the eastward "with such great ado," said they.
For the children of the Twain knew not yet the people of their parents,
nor did their parents tell them aught, save to bid them hide in the
mountains; for they willed not that their shame be made known
whilst the hearts of their erstwhile people were so sore with anguish.
And as K‘yäk´lu, the wonderful hearer, lifted his head and signed to
the Duck, forthwith knowing from the talk of the Kâ´yemäshi who
they were and what had chanced to their parents, his own brother and
sister, and all the evils that had befallen his people by the sin and
change-makings of these two. Lo! the strength of his heart wasted as
he bowed him down again in the plain, alone, blinded of sight, wearied
and lamed, and now from very sadness blinded even of thought withal,
now that he learned of the woes which the two, his own brother and
sister, had wrought upon all of the people. The Duck, long waiting, at
last shook her shells and called to him. He heard not, or hearing gave
no heed, but sat, like one bereft of all thinking, lamenting the deeds
of his brother and sister and the woes of his people.
The Duck thereupon fled away toward the mountain whence issued
the garrulous talking, and thence beyond, spying water, to the lake in
its hollow. There she swam to and fro, this way and that, up and down,
loudly quacking and calling. Lo! the lights of the Kíwitsin of the
Kâ´kâ began to gleam in the waters, and as she gazed she beheld, rising
from them, snout foremost, like one of her own kind, the Sálamopia
of the north, whom the gods of the Kâ´kâ, the noble and surpassing
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Páutiwa and the ancient K‘yáu‘hliwa, had dispatched to bid the Duck
dive down and lay before them whatsoever message she might bear.
The Duck followed down, down, into the great assembly halls. There
she told of the far journeys she had made, of her finding and leading
the K‘yäk´lu, and how now K‘yäk´lu sat blind of eyes, maimed and
hearing naught of her calling, in the plain beyond the mountains.
"Yea, him know we well!" replied the gods. "Of our sacred breath
breathed his father and his mother when days were new and of us
shall be numbered they, when time is full. Lo! therefore because
changed violently of his grief and sore hardships whilst yet but
k‘yaíyuna, he hath become ‘hlímna, and yet unchanging, since finished
so; yea, and unceasing, as one of ourselves, thus shall he remain.
True also is this, of his brother and sister who dwell with their
uncouth offspring in the mountain hard by. Go upward, now, and
with thy tinkling shells entice these children to the lake shore.
Loudly will they talk of the marvel as in their wilder moments they
ever talk of anything new to hap. And they will give no peace to the
old ones until these come down also to see thee! Thou wearest the
sacred shells and strands of K‘yäk´lu wherewith he was ever wont to
count his talks in other days when days were new to men. When
these they see, lo! instant grave will become they and listen to thy
words, for they will know the things they watched him wear and
coveted when they were still little, all in the days that were new to
men. Bid them make forthwith of poles and reeds, a litter, and bear it
away, the father of them all with his children (nay not the sister-mother,
to sore hurt the love of a brother eldest for a sister youngest,
wherefore so pitiably he mourneth even now) to where, in the far
plain, K‘yäk´lu sits so mourning. Bid them greet him, and bring him
hence. They may not enter, but they may point the way and tell him
how, fearlessly, to win into our presence, for as one even of ourselves
is he become; yea, and they also, save that they stayed themselves for
the ages, midway betwixt the living and the dead, by their own rash
acts did they stay themselves so, wherefore it is become their office to
point the way of the again living to the newly dead, for aye. Tell
the grandchild, thy father withal, K‘yäk´lu, to mourn not any longer,
neither tarry, but to get him straightway hither, that he may learn from
us of his people of the meanings of past times, and of how it shall be
in times to come."
Even so did the Duck, as bidden, even so did the Kâ´yemäshi, one
and all, as it had been said they would do as the Duck bade them, and
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ere the morning came, they with a litter went, singing a quaint and
pleasant song, adown the northern plain, bearing their litter. And
when they found the K‘yäk´lu, lo! he looked upon them in the starlight
and wept; but their father, he who had been the glorious Síweluhsiwa,
his youngest brother, stood over him and chanted the soothing
yet sad dirge-rite, and he, too, wept and bowed his head; but
presently he lifted his face and, as a gleeful child, his children joining,
cajoled the silent K‘yäk´lu to sit him down in the great soft litter they
did bear for him.
Then lifting it on their shoulders, they bore it lightly, singing loudly
as they went, to the shores of the deep black lake, where gleamed from
the middle the lights of the dead.
Uprose at this point, the Sálamopia Tém‘hlanahna or of all the
six regions, led by the leader of them all and taking K‘yäk´lu on their
shoulders, they in turn bore him out over the water to the magic ladder
of rushes and canes which reared itself high out of the water;
and K‘yäk´lu, scattering sacred prayer-meal before him, stepped
down the way, slowly, like a blind man, descending a skyhole. No
sooner had he taken four steps than the ladder lowered into the deep;
and lo! his light was instant darkened.
But when the Sálamopia of the regions entered the central sitting
place of the Kâ´kâ with K‘yäk´lu, Shúlawitsi lifted his brand on
high and swinging it, lighted the fires anew, so that K‘yäk´lu saw
again with fulness of sight and so that they shone on all the gods
and soul-beings therein assembled, revealing them. Yea, and through
the windows and doorways of all the six chambers encircling, and at
each portal, the Sálamopia of the region it pertained and led unto
took his station. And Páutiwa, and his warriors the bluehorned
Saía‘hliawe, and the tall Sháalako-kwe, yea, and all the god-priests
of the regions six, those who are told of without omission in the speech
of K‘yäk´lu and in other speeches of our ancient talk, bade K‘yäk´lu
welcome, saying, "Comest thou, son?" "Yea," he replied. "Verily
then," said Páutiwa—
Sit thee down with us,
That of much we may tell thee,
For far thou hast wandered
And changed art become.
As a woman with children
Is loved for her power
Of keeping unbroken
The life-line of kinsfolk,
So shalt thou, tireless hearer,
Of all sounds with meaning,
Be cherished amongst us
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And worshipped of mortals
For keeping unbroken
The Tale of Creation,
Yea, all we shall tell thee
Of past days and future.
So said Páutiwa, cloud-sender and sun-priest of souls, and his
brothers younger of the regions all, joined in so saying.
Then K‘yäk´lu sat him down and bowed his head, and calling to the
Duck, who had guided him, stretched forth his hand and upon it she
settled, as upon a wave-crest or a wood bough.
The gods sent forth their runners, the Sálamopia and the timid,
fleet-footed Héhea, to summon all beings, and then, gathering themselves
in a sacred song-circle, called in from the several chambers dancers
in semblance of the Kâ´kokshi, or Dance of Good. And with these
came, behold! the little ones who had sunk beneath the waters, well and
beautiful and all seeming wonderfully clad in cotton mantles and precious
neck jewels. And these played, sad only with the sadness of their
mothers, but resting therefrom when in dreams, above, these rested.
And when the dancers paused, the gods turned to K‘yäk´lu and said:
"Lo! we begin, given thou be ready."
And K‘yäk´lu said: "It is well; I am ready; yea, even my heart listeneth,"
and in cadence to their speech following, he moved the Duck with
her tinkling, talking shells, as a master of song moves his baton, or a
dancer his rattle, and in solemn, ceaseless tone, as in singing yet with
speech more steady, the gods, one by one, told to K‘yäk´lu the things
each best knew, whereof he so wondrously speaks when come amongst
us for the welfare of our little children, bringing them the sacred breath
of the Kâ´kâ itself, and to their elders these same speeches of the gods.
When, after long time, they had done, they further charged him
with a message of comfort to the mourning mothers, and with commandments
and instructions to men and the beings.
Then they brought forth the sacred cigarette, and the master priest-gods
smoked in relationship with K‘yäk´lu to all the six regions, and,
rising, he was led in turn to the portal of each chamber, first to the
northern, then to the western, southern, eastern, upper, and lower, and
he placed his fingers on the sill of each, that in aftertimes he should
know, though but dim of sight, or in the dark, the places of worship
(which men built then but poorly) from others, and in such alone, and
to chosen few who hold the rites of the Kâ´kâ, should therein tell and
do the customs and words of the gods and tell of other such like precious
ancient things.
Then the Sálamopia lifted the ladder and guided upward K‘yäk´lu
and the Duck, showing them safely to the shore of the lake. When
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the old ones (Kâ´yemäshi) heard the shells of the Duck tinkling, forth
they came, bringing their litter and singing boisterously, for much they
loved K‘yäk´lu as the light of the rising sun fell upon him, as a raven
loves bright shells or chips of glistening stone.
And when they had come to the side of K‘yäk´lu, instant they became
grave, for he bade them hearken to the words of the gods, and their
instructions.
"Ye shall attend me, for know that ye are to be the guardians of the
Kâ´kâ and tellers of its meanings, and givers of enjoyment to the
children of men, even as ye gave the enjoyment of comfort unto me,
when ye sought me in the plain of my sorrows. Ye shall bear me to
the people yonder, for I have tidings for them, and instructions the
to which ye shall bear witness in aftertimes when I am not by. Ye
shall cherish the Kâ´kâ; yea, and all other precious customs, for thereunto
as unto life mortal, yet unceasing, became fitted thy father, my
brother younger; and thereunto were ye born, ye and thy sister elder,
man-woman of the Kâ´kâ, as unto the councils thereof am I become
slave yet master. But my sister, thy mother, shall abide by the place
she hath made, maintaining it, as woman ever maintaineth the hearth
she hath made, all the days of men."
This said K‘yäk´lu as he sat him down on the litter, and obediently
the Kâ´yemäshi lifted it upon their shoulders and bore it away, along
the trail eastward, down which westward we go after death and fulfilment.
And as they journeyed through the plain, calling loudly to one
another, the little people of the Marmot villages ran out and stood up,
looking at them and calling to one another, which so amused and
pleased the Kâ´yemäshi that they became proud of their master and
uncle, K‘yäk´lu, and sang all the way thereafter of the audience they
had at every prairie-dog village, of Marmot youths and Marmot maidens;
and thus they were singing gleefully as they neared the camp of the
people, insomuch that none were frightened, but all wondered who were
those pleasant, strange people coming, and what one of precious consideration
guided of the far-journeying Duck they were bearing aloft
on their litter. Thus, ever since, they sing, as they bring in K‘yäk´lu
from the western plain, along the river-trail of the dead, and thus
happily and expectantly we await their coming, our little ones wonderingly
as did the first men of those days.
Speedily the fathers of the people recognized their lost K‘yäk´lu (led
and prompted as they were of the Twain), and preciously they housed
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him, as we preciously and secretly receive with the cigarette of relationship
a returning relative, and purify him and ourselves ere he
speak, that he may not bring evil or we receive it, perchance, with the
breath of his strange words.
Thus the fathers of the people did to K‘yäk´lu and the ancient ones,
receiving them into secret council. And as one who returns famished
is not given to eat save sparingly at first of the flour of drink
(ók‘yäslu), so with this only was K‘yäk´lu regaled; but his bearers
were laden speedily with gifts of food and garments which, forsooth,
they would not wear save in disorderly ways. Then K‘yäk´lu spake
a message of comfort to the mourners, telling them how, below the waters
into which their little ones had sunken, they were dwelling in peace
amongst the gods, and how all men and mothers would follow them
thither in other part in the fulness of each one's time.
And then, holding in his hand the Duck, the guide to his blindness,
he spake in measured motion and tone, to the sound of the shells on
the neck of the Duck, the words of creation, K‘yäk´lu Mósonan Chïm´mik‘yanak‘ya
pénane, and of his wanderings, and the speeches of gods
and beings as they had been told him, and the directions of the sacred
customs, all did he tell ceaselessly as is still his wont from mid-day to
mid-day to each one of the six councils, that no part be forgotten.
Thus did our people first learn of their lost messengers, all save two
of them, Ánahoho áchi, and of their lost children in the City of
Ghosts; yea, of the spirit beings and man, animal, and of the souls of
ancient men dead beforetime; yea, and yet more learned they—that all
would gather there even those who had fled away in fear of the waters,
in the fulness of time.
And when K‘yäk´lu had done speaking, he and the ancient ones
breathed into the nostrils of those who had listened, and into the mouths
of four chosen from amongst them (small of stature like as he was) he
spat, that their tongues might speak unfailingly the words he had
uttered. And these became the K‘yäk´lu Ámosi, whose office we still
keep amongst us. Then the ancient ones lifted him upon the litter, and
loudly joking about their gifts and bidding men call them ever with the
Kâ´kâ that they might receive more háha, they sang of how the young
women and maidens would wait for them as for lovers, bringing them
the water of guests to drink, and amid laughter they bore K‘yäk´lu back
whence they had come, to the mountain and city of the Kâ´kâ (Kâ´‘hluai
yálane).
Now, when they had departed, there came from the west, behold! two
strangers seeming, guided by the Sálamopia, and all the fleet runners
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of the Kâ´kâ then first seen of men and feared as by children now, for
they were fierce and scourged people from their pathways to make room
for those they guided. For know that these were the two brothers Ánahoho
who had returned to the desolate cities of their people. Therein
had they sought in vain for the living in the blackened houses. They
even tore down the chimneys and peered in, seeking for their brother
K‘yäk´lu, and when they found him not they smote their faces and held
their noses in grief, and all black as were their hands with soot, lo! thus
became their faces, flat and masked with the black hand-mark of dismay,
and as they held their faces they cried dismally and long.
No sooner did they come into the village of our fathers than they
began turning over the things from which the people had fled, and casting
them down where the Sálamopia stamped them into the earth or
otherwise destroyed them that their likes might go the way of the dead
for the dead and the Kâ´kâ. And when the people saw this, they brought
forth vessels and baskets and other things without stint, all of which,
as though all were chimneys, the Twain Ánahoho took up, and peering
into them lifted their faces and cried their dreary mournful cry,
casting these things straightway to the ground. Thus to this day they
follow their brother, seeking ever, finding never, sending after their
brother the souls of men's possessions that all may be well in the after
time, in the after time of each age of man.
Long sojourned the people in the town on the sunrise slope of the
mountain of Kâ´‘hluëlawan, and what though the earth in time
began to groan warningly anew, loath were they to leave the place of the
Kâ´kâ and the lake of their dead. But the rumbling grew louder
apace, and at last the Twain Beloved called, and bade the people arise,
and all together—now that their multitudes were in part diminished—follow
them eastward, seeking once more the place of the Middle. Not
without murmuring among themselves did the people obey; but after
they had fared forward a certain distance they came to a place of fair
seeming and great promise, so much so, indeed, that it was said, "Let
us tarry in this favored spot, for perchance it may be the place of the
Middle."
And so they builded for themselves there greater houses than ever
they had builded, and more perfect withal, for they were still great
and strong in numbers and wittier than of old, albeit yet unperfected
as men; and the place wherein they so builded was Hán‘hlipíŋk‘ya,
"The Place of Sacred Stealing," so named in after time for reasons we
wot of.
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Long did the people abide therein, prosperously; but with waxing
ever wiser and stronger their condition changed, so that little suited to
it—with their tails and beast clothing—were our wonderful, magical,
yet rude, ugly fathers. Being beast-like, they were sore inconvenienced
both at home and abroad, in the chase or at war; for now and
again they still in their wanderings met older nations of men and man-beings,
with whom they needs must strive, so they thought, forsooth,
thereby gaining naught save great danger with increase of anger and
stubbornness. Thus, not any longer in fear only of the gods and great
monsters, but in fear now of the wars they themselves provoked, contending
the world with their own kind and with man-beings, changed
yet otherwise were they. Of the elders of all their folk-kins the gods
therefore called a council.
"Changed, verily and yet more changed shall ye be, oh our children!"
cried the Twain gods in such fashion and voice that none failed
of heeding in all that great council:
Men now, shall ye be,
Like the men of first nations,
Like the perfect Corn Maidens;
Walking straight in the pathways
And full in the sunlight;
Clothed in garments, and tailless
(That ye straight sit in council
And stand the more seemly).
And your feet shall be webless,
And hands void of talons,
Yet full-furnished, for fighting.
Then ranged were the clans
In processions like dancers;
First, the fronts of their faces
Were shorn of their forelocks
By the Twain with their weapons,
And fires of the lightning,
That the Sun on his journeys
Might know them, his children,
And warn them of shame.
Again in processions,
Their talons were severed
And webbed fingers slitted;
And again in processions
Their webbed toes were parted
With the knives of the lightnings.
Then sore was the wounding
And loud cried the foolish;
But the Gods bade them "bear it"
That they and their children
"Be fitter as men."
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When lastly the people
Were ranged in procession
And their tails were razed sharply,
There were many who cried
(Little heeding the foremost
Who recked now, no longer
The pain they had suffered),
And these, in their folly,
Shrinking farther and farther
Fled away, in their terror,
Crazed, and chattering loudly,
Climbing trees and high places,
And bereft of their senses
Wandered far (seeking safety,
Sleeping ever in tree-tops)
To the south Summer-country.
Seen again by far walkers—
"Long of tail and long handed
Like wizened man-children,
Wild, and noisy of mouthing,
Their kind still abide there,
Eating raw things like creatures—"
Say the words of the ancients.
"Thus wise fared it ever
With those who feared greatly
The words of the fathers,
Yet feared not their warnings!"
Say the words of the ancients.
Thereafter more and more goodly of favor became the people, for
they dwelt long in Hán‘hlipíŋk‘ya, where, lo! that this might be so,
their useless parts had in sacred theft been stolen, as it were, from
them, and they gained great strength, and in the fulness thereof they
sought more often than ever to war with all strangers (whereby they
became still more changed in spirit), the which the Two Beloved
watched amain, nor said they aught!
But there came a day when the people grew vain and waxed insolent,
saying, "Look now, we are perfect of parts and surely have
attained to the Middle place or unto one equal thereunto. Go to, let
us build greatly and lay up store, nor wearily wander again even
though the earth tremble and the Twain bid us forth. Think ye we
shall not be strong and defy even the Fearful?" cried the Men of the
Knife, the stout warriors of the Twain. But what of all that? This!
Even whilst they were wont to speak in this brave fashion the mountains
trembled often, and although afar sounding, much did it abate
these boastings!
Well aware of this temper of the people, changed also in spirit
became the Twain Beloved. "Verily a time hath come," said they,
"and this is the time." Forthwith they called the fathers to council
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again, as many of them as there were of the Midmost and of all the
folk kins, they and the Men of the Knife—brave of mouth yet weak of
danger—called they together, and thus spake unto them:
Lo! long have ye dwelt here
At rest from far journeys.
Sooth! ye stronger have waxed,
And like cubs of the puma
Grown lusty, seek living
Apart from your fathers!
Ye have changed, O, ye children!
Ye have changed been, to men!
Whilst far from the Middle,
The world's stable Middle,
Still ye boast to have found it,
And ye think upon warfare!
Nay, proven ye shall be
And it shall be tested!
Thus far have we led ye
In peace, and with counsel
Of wisdom controlled ye.
But we too have changed been,
By wounding our children
With weapons of magic.
Thus, of blood we have tasted the hunger,
Henceforth by the power of war,
And the hazard of omens and chance,
Shall we open the ways for our people
And guide them in search of the Middle!
And our names shall be known as the Twain
Who hold the high places of earth—
Áhaiyuta, the elder and main;
Mátsailema, the younger of birth.
Come forth, ye War-men, of the Knife,
Carve plume-wands of death and the spaces,
Bring out the great drum of the regions!
Come forth, master-priest of the north,
Thou first in the kin of the Bear,
Bring out the seed stuff of the hail-tempests!
Come forth, master-priest of the west,
Thou first in the kin of Coyotes,
Bring out the seed stuff of beast-slaying!
Come forth, master-priest of the south,
Thou first in the kin of the Badger,
Bring out the shell trumpets of fire!
Come forth, master-priest of the east,
Thou first in the kin of the Turkey,
Bring out the great crystal of light.
Come forth, master-priest of the high,
Thou first in the kin of the Eagle,
Lay before us the streaked stone of lightning!
Come forth, master-priest of below,
Thou first in the kin of the Serpent,
Lay out the black stone of earth thunder.
Sit aloof, O, ye priests of the Middle,
Ye first in the kin of All People,
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Watch well o'er your seed-things and children!
Speak wisely to these our new children;
Henceforth they shall be your first speakers,
And the peace-making shields of your people,
Through wasting the blood of all foemen
And feeding the soil with its substance!
Thus much.
Then the Twain gave directions:
They named the eight days for preparing.
The people returned to their houses,
The priests to their fastings and labors,
The Twain to their high mountain-places.
And when the eight days had been counted
And all had been done as commanded,
Around the deep pool in the valley,
That leads from the walled Hán‘hlipiŋk‘ya
The sacred seed-contents were gathered.
And full in their midst the great drum jar
Was placed by the summoned clan-fathers.
Then each took his place in the circle,
And the Twain Gods still further instructed
The kin-priests, and knife-bearing warriors.
Soft they chanted the sacred song-measure,
The magic and dread Shómitâk‘ya,
And whispered the seven fell names!
Then they painted the round mark of thunder
And the wavering trail of the lightning
Around the great drum, in the middle,
And on the hooped drum-stick of thunder.
And over the drum-head, with prayer-dust
They marked out the cross of the quarters,
As on the cloud-shield they had leveled
Fire-bolts to the four earthly regions.
With black of shell-corpse-scales that glitters,
They painted the eyes of the leaders;
With blood of their own tinged their cheeks;
With pollen of sleep sealed their lips.
With blood of their own thus they painted
The cheeks of the warriors assembled;
With black of shell-corpse-scales that glimmers
They shaded their eyelids and eyebrows,
That their lives might endure through the trial
And their eyes not be blighted by lightning.
And the nostrils of each they did breathe in,
That their own wind might mingle with man-wind,
Give power to men's voices in battle
And strengthen men's wills with endurance.
Then said they to the drummer and singers:
"Lo, now! Ye shall sing our dread song-line.
Like beetles that fall in hot ashes
Ye shall perish, ye singers and drummer.
But lo! in the lightnings and wind-storms
Your beings shall join the beloved.
Your breaths, too, shall strengthen the warrior
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And give power to the voice of the warrior,
Bringing peace to the Seed-priests and women.
And ye shall be foremost forever
Of our Chosen, the Priests of the Bow.
Lo! The people shall see that we dread not
The coming of fire-blasts and thunder
With our name-fathers, fiercer than any—
The Storm gods of all the six regions:
Hä‘hl´tunk‘ya, Wind God of the North;
Ú-heponolo, Wind of the West;
Óloma, Wind God of the South;
Tsailúhtsanok‘ya—of the East;
Saúshuluma, Wind from Above;
Saíshiwani, Blast from Below;
Unáhsinte, Whirlwind of All!
By their breaths and fell power
We shall changed be, in being;
Made black and mis-shapen;
Made stronger with fierceness;
Made swifter with hurling;
Made crafty with turning;
Plunged deep in the waters,
And renewed of their vigor;
Clad anew with their foam-dress!
Yea, the power of the weapons
The Sun-father gave us
And the Foam-mother made us,
That ye be led upward,
Shall multiplied be
In the means of destruction
For the hands of our children,
Ye Priests of the Bow,
That men be kept living!
But to rock, age-enduring,
Grouped in song for our chosen,
O, drummer and singers!
Ye shall changed be forever!
The foot-rests of eagles
And signs of our order!"
The fathers in thought bowed their faces,
And secretly prayed, in their hearts.
The people who watched them, held breath,
And covered their mouths with their robes.
In dread of the powers of magic
And in woe for the doom of their fathers.
The gods, to the right and the left
Took their stand by the side of the waters,
As erst they had stood by the cloud-shield,
Their weapons of magic between them,
The plumes of the warriors placed duly
In lines, to the eastward before them;
The warriors made ready for travel,
Apart from, but circling around them.
Then the Twain gave the word of beginning!
The master of words raised his song-staff,
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On its shoulder the plume-wand of man-folk;
The drum-master lifted his sound-hoop,
In its circle the symbol of thunder,
On its handle, the red sign of lightning;
Six times did they lift up in silence
The song-staff and hoop of the drum,
Then struck, with the might of their sinews.
The sound shook the valley with thunder
And above and below echoed thunder;
The meal on the drum-head was lifted
And danced as a rain-cloud around them.
Then the water below moved and bubbled,
And mists like a cold breath ascended;
As wind in a vase the song sounded;
Black cloud-steps rose up from the quarters
And darkened the day with their shadows.
When the first name was named by the singers,
The world rocked with earthquake and thunder
And the roar of swift storms in the northland.
Hä‘hl´tunk‘ya, with dire eyes and staring—
Gleaming yellow as firelight in winter—
And teeth with rage gnashing, and yellow
As shucks of the corn-plant grown aged—
Tumbled down from the north with his hail-balls,
And, mingling with mud the deep water,
In a voice like the sound of a torrent,
Bellowed loud to the Twain and the singers:
"Why call ye, small worms of the waters
And spawn of the earth and four quarters,
Ye disturbers of thought, lacking shame;
Why call ye the words of my name?"
"Thy feet stay with patience, grandfather;
We are small, but we joy in thy fury,
Whence we yearn for thy counsel and spirit;
For we long to smite foes from the pathways
As thou canst the trees from the highlands."
"Being so, it is well," said the ancient.
Lo! the seed-stuff of hail, bound with treasure,
Gleamed with ice from the breath of his answer.
When they named the next name of the song strand,
Úheponolo rolled from the westland
In sand-blasts and dust-clouds like mountains,
And stayed fast their feet with his driftings;
And [etc.].
When they named the third name of the song strand,
Óloma swirled up from the southland
Like a fire draught, and crackled the pool-rim;
And [etc.].
When they named the fourth name of the song strand,
Tsaíluh‘tsanok‘ya shrieking shrilly,
Shot the mountains and valleys with dawn-frost;
And [etc.].
When they named the fifth name of the song strand,
Saushúlima streamed from the zenith,
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And deluged the vale with swift water;
And [etc.].
When they named the sixth name of the song strand,
Saishíwani ripped the earth open;
Ghosts, corpses, and demons of blackness
Writhed forth in hot flames from the chasm,
And hurled the gods into the water!
Black smoke rose and strangled the people,
Who fell, like the stricken of lightning!
It stiffened the drummer and singers
Whose song ceased to sound, when, all weakly,
They named the last name of the song strand—
Nor moved, when replied Únahsinte,
Whirling in (twisting trees as the spinner
Twists fiber of yucca), and rescued
The Twain from the hot, surging waters,
Dried the foam in their hair to war-bonnets,
Caught his brothers the Wind Gods in order
And hurled them, each one to his mountain
(In the north, in the west, and the southward;
In the east, and the upper, and under);
And rising, uplifted the smoke-clouds.
Lo! the world was alight with the sunshine,
And bending above was the Rainbow!
But the drummer and singers were sitting,
Lifted up by the power of the ancients;
Close enwrapped in the dust swept around them,
Made stark by the roar of the death-sounds,
Fixed in death by the shock of the lightnings,
Burned hard by the frost-mingled fire-draughts;
Still sat they, their drum in the middle,
As they sit evermore, in that valley.
Lo! dwarfed and hideous-disguised were the two gods Áhaiyuta
and Mátsailema, erst Uanamachi Píahkoa or the Beloved Twain who
Descended—strong now with the full strength of evil; and armed
as warriors of old, with long bows and black stone-tipped arrows of
cane-wood in quivers of long-tailed skins of catamounts; whizzing
slings, and death-singing slung-stones in fiber-pockets; spears with
dart dealing fling-slats, and blood-drinking broad-knives of gray stone
in fore-pouches of fur-skin; short face-pulping war-clubs stuck aslant
in their girdles, and on their backs targets of cotton close plaited with
yucca. Yea, and on their trunks, were casings of scorched rawhide,
horn-like in hardness, and on their heads wore they helmets of strength
like to the thick neck-hide of male elks, whereof they were fashioned.
Small were they Twain,
Small and misshapen;
Strong were they Twain,
Strong and hard favored;
Enduringly thoughtful were they Twain,
Enduring of will;
Unyieldingly thoughtful were they Twain,
Unyielding of will;
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Swiftly thoughtful were they Twain,
Swift of wile;
Heartless minded were they Twain,
Wrathful of heart;
Strong were they of spirit,
Strong were they of breath,
Evil were they and bad,
Evil, both, and bad.
Lo! and of Chance and Fate were they the Masters of fore-deeming;
for they carried the word-painted arrows of destiny (shóliweátsinapa),
like the regions of men, four in number. And they carried the shuttle-cocks
of divination (hápochiwe), like the regions of men, four in
number. And they carried the tubes of hidden things (íyankolotómawe),
like the regions of men, four in number. And the revealing-balls
thereof, (íyankolote tsemak‘ya móliwe), like the regions of men,
four in number. Yea, and they bore with these other things—the
feather-bow and plume-arrow of far-finding, tipped with the shell of
heart-searching; and the race-sticks of swift journeys and way-winning
(mótikwawe) two of them, the right and the left, the pursuer and
the pursued of men in contention. All of these things wherewith to
divine men's chance, and play games of hazard, wagering the fate of
whole nations in mere pastime, had they with them.
Twain Children of terror and magic were they, and when they called
with the voice of destruction the smitten warriors of these Twain Children
stirred and uprose, breathing battle-cries as echoes answer cries
in deep canyons, and swiftly they roused those who still lived, of the
deep-slumbering people.
Some, like the drummer and singers, had stiffened been, to stone;
nor heard they the shrill death-cries than which in the night time
naught is more dread-thrilling. Nay, years come and go, and sitting
or lying where stricken the hunter sees them still. But others had
endured in flesh, and they were awakened. Then the priests led them
back to rebuild their wrecked houses, and the Twain again assembling
their warriors, said to them—
Know ye our chosen:
Lo! not long shall we tarry;
Prepare as for journeys;
Season wood for thy bow-strings
And face-breaking war-clubs;
Plait shields like to our shields,
And fashion strong garments—
For in such hard apparel
Shall consist thy adornment;
Attend to our teaching
At night, in close places,
For in such shall consist
Thy strength of straight thinking
In all tangled places!
Night after night the war-drum sounded, deep in the caves of the
valley, and with it the tones of the words—all potent—forbidden and
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secret which the Twain gods were teaching unto the first Priests of
the Bow.
Thus wise were the Priests of the Bow established by teaching of the
Twain, whose breaths of destruction each one of them breathed in due
part; whom none might gainsay; nay, not even the fathers whose
speakers they were, and with whom none might contend; nay, not even
sorcerers, whose scourgers they were—nor yet the Fearful!
And so, when on a dark night thereafter the world groaned and the
shells sounded warning, all together the Twain and these their new
warriors sought the priest-fathers of the people, bidding them take in
hand for carrying, their tabernacles of precious possessions. And
swiftly and sternly too they wakened all sleepers, old ones and young,
and those who obeyed them were gathered in clan-lines and led off to
safety, for Áhaiyuta, the elder, and his warriors journeyed before
them, and Mátsailema, the younger, and his warriors followed behind—shields
of the people, makers and destroyers of pathways! But those
who loved sleeping or who murmured like children were left to their evil;
they were choked by the black fumes, or buried in the walls of their
houses, which fell when presently the earth heaved with dire fumes, fire
and thunder. Their bones are still digged by the gopher and marmot.
Thus, from country to country journeyed the people, their fathers
the priests and the keepers of the mysteries, with the women and
children in their midst, while before them, from valley to valley, the
Bow-priests swept danger away.
At last the people neared, in the midst of plains to the eastward,
great towns built in the heights (héshotayálawa). But in these times the
thoughts of their warriors were always those of the eagle or mountain-lion
or other fierce creatures of prey. Of those they met it was "Lo,
now! If I can but seize him and utterly overthrow him and eat of his
substance, feeding therewith also my kind!" Thus, only, thought they.
Great were the fields and possessions of this people, for they knew how
to command and carry the waters, bringing new soil; and this too without
hail or rain. So, our ancients, hungry with long wandering for new
food, were the more greedy, and gave them battle. Now as these people
of the highlands and cliffs were of the elder nations of men and were
allied to the Ákâkâ-kwe (the Man-soul Dance-gods) themselves, these
our people, ere they had done, were well nigh finished of fighting. For
it was here that the K‘yákweina Ók‘yätsiki, or Ancient Woman of the
K‘yákweina, who carried her heart in her rattle and was deathless
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of wounds in the body, led the enemy, crying out shrilly; all of which,
yea and more, beyond the words of a sitting, is told in other speeches
of our ancient talks, those of the Kâ´kâ. Thus, it fell out ill for the
fighting of our impetuous ancients; for, moreover, thunder raged and
confused their warriors, rain descended and blinded them, stretching
their bow-strings of sinew, and quenching the flight of their arrows as
the flight of bees is quenched by the sprinkling-plume of the honey
hunter. But the strong ‘Hléetokwe devised bow-strings of yucca,
and the Two Little Ones sought counsel of the Sun-father, who
revealed the life-secret of the Demoness and the magic power over
the under-fires (kóline) of the dwellers in the mountains and cliffs;
so that after certain days the enemy in the mountain town were overmastered.
And because our people found in that great town some
survivors hidden deep in the cellars thereof, and plucked them forth as
rats are pulled from a hollow cedar, and found them blackened by the
fumes of their own war-magic, yet comely and wiser than the common
lot of men withal, they spared them and called them the Kwínikwa-kwe
(Black people), and received them into their kin of the Black Corn.
Now for once even the Warriors of the Bow were fully surfeited of
fighting, and paused to rest. Thus, warm hands of brothers elder
and younger were clasped with the vanquished; and in time (for at
first these people were wild of tongue) speech was held with them,
whereby our fathers gained much knowledge, even of their own powers
and possessions, from these Black people, in like manner as they had
gained knowledge from the People of the Dew, whence in like manner
also they grew wiser in the ways of living, and loved more to cherish
their corn and corn virgins that they might have life and abundance
rather than cause death and hunger. Yet were their journeyings not
ended. Again, and anon, the shell sounded warning.
When, therefore, the Twain Little Ones, Áhaiyuta and Mátsailema,
again bade the people arise to seek the Middle, they divided them
into great companies, that they might fare the better (being fewer in
numbers together) as well as be the better content with thinking that,
thus scattered, they would the sooner find the place they had for so
long sought. So, again the Winter people were bidden to go northward,
that in their strength they might overcome evils and obstacles
and with their bows strung with slackless fiber of the yucca, contend,
winning their way with the enemy in cold weather or warm, and in
rain and dryness alike. With them, as aforetime, they carried their
precious múetone, and with them journeyed Mátsailema and the Warriors
of the Knife, they and chosen Priests of the Bow.
Also, to the southward, as before, journeyed the Seed people and the
kinties of Corn and others of the Summer people, they and with them
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the Black people, wise and possessed of the magic of the under-fire, having
dealings also with Kâ´kâ-kwe and with the wonderful Chúa-kwe—a
people like themselves, of corn, and called therefore People of Corn
grains,—they and their Kâ´kâ, the K‘yámak‘ya-kwe, or Snail Beings
of the South (those who waged war with men and their Kâ´kâ in after
times), for these reasons they, the Summer people, led the people of
Corn and Seed and these alien people.
And as before, the people of the Middle—yea, and those of the Seed
and Dew who especially cherished the chúetone and the Maidens of
Corn—sought the Middle through the midmost way, led of Áhaiyuta,
the elder, and his Priests of the Bow.
The People of Winter, those led by the ‘Hléeto-kwe, and Mátsailema,
fought their way fiercely into the valley of the Snow-water river
(Úk‘yawane—Rio Puerco del Poniente), settling first at the mud-issuing
springs of that valley (Hékwainaukwin), where their villages
may be seen in mounds to this day, and the marks of the rites of their
fathers and of their kin-names on the rocks thereabout.
And they became far wanderers toward the north, building towns
wheresoever they paused, some high among the cliffs, others in the
plains. And how they reached at last the "Sacred City of the Mists
Enfolded" (Shípapulima, at the Hot Springs in Colorado), the Middle
of the world of Sacred Brotherhoods (Tík‘yaawa Ítiwana), and were
taught of Póshaiyaŋk‘ya ere he descended again; and how they returned
also, thus building everywhere they tarried, along the River of Great
Water-flowing, (Rio Grande del Norte) even back to the mountains of
Zuñiland (Shíwina yálawan) and settled finally at the Place of Planting
(Tâ´iya or Las Nutrias)—all this and more is told in the speeches they
themselves hold of our ancient discourse.
The people of Corn and the Seeds, guided by the Kwínikwakwe, fared
for long peacefully, southward along the valley of the River of Red
Flowing Waters, building them towns of beauty and greatness, as may
be seen to this day, and the marks of their rites also are on the rocks
whithersoever they traveled. Far south they fared until they came
to the great valley of Shóhkoniman (home, or place of nativity, of
the Flute-canes) beneath the Mountain of Flutes (Shóhko yálana—La
Sierra Escudilla), whence they turned them eastward.
How they builded thereafter, wheresoever long they remained, not
single towns, but for each sept of their kinties a town by itself, and
the names of these clan-towns, and the wars they fought contending
with the Kâ´kâ, and how finally they reached the Mountain of Space-speaking
Markings (Yála Tétsinapa), then turned them back westward
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and sat them down at last with other people of the way, in the
upper valley of Zuñiland (Shíwina Téu‘hlkwaina), building Héshotatsína
(The Town of Speech-markings) and many other towns, all
of them round and divided into parts, ere they rejoined the people of
the Middle, when that they too had come nigh over the heart of the
world—all this and much else is told in the speeches they themselves
hold of our ancient discourse.
How the People of the Middle, the Macaw people and their children,
journeyed straightway eastward, led by Áhaiyuta and the fathers of
all the people, this we tell in the mid-coming speech of our sacred ancient
discourse, and in other speeches thereof. How, now, after time,
they settled at Kwákina, where the Brotherhood of Fire (Mákekwe)
had its place of ancient origin in wondrous wise—told of by themselves—and
where originated their great dance drama of the Mountain Sheep,
and the power of entrance into fire, and even of contention with sorcery
itself.
And at each place in which the people stopped, building greatly, they
learned or did some of the things for which those who be custodians
of our olden customs amongst the Tík‘yaápapakwe (Sacred Brotherhoods)
are still marvelous in their knowledge and practice. But
after our father ancients had builded in Kwákina, lo! when the world
rumbled and the shells sounded, the noise thereof was not great, and
therefore no longer did they arise as a whole people, for seeking yet
still the Middle, but always many abode longer, some living through
the dangers which followed, and becoming the fathers of "Those who
dwell round about the Middle." Still, for long the warnings sounded
and the leaders would be summoning the people to seek the "very midmost
place wherein the tabernacle of the sacred seed-contents might be
placed at rest safely for all time, and where might dwell in peace those
who kept it."
It was in this way that first after Kwákina, Háwik’uh was built, and
thereafter, round about Zuñi, each (at first lesser because of the people
left behind each time) of all the others of the six towns of all the regions
the Midmost (Shíwina ‘Hlúella Úlapna).
First, then, Kwákina, then Háwik’uh, K‘yánawe, Hámpasawan,
K‘yäkime and Mátsaki. And in what manner the people dwelt in
each of these, how they talked and consorted wondrously with beasts
and gods alike is told in the télapnawe (tales of the olden time passing)
of our ancients, alike in the "lies of the grandfathers" and in the
"strands" of their solemn sayings. But always, at each place, were
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those abiding who believed, despite the warnings, that they had found
the Middle, least wise for themselves, contending the which, they continued
in the place of their choice, those of the Northern (sept) in the
first place, those of the West next, and so, those of the South, East,
Upper and Lower regions. Whilst still the main people of the Macaw
and the other Middle kinties, sought unweariedly until they thought at
last that in Mátsaki they had found indeed the place of the Middle.
Whilst in this persuasion they still tarried there, lo! again, after
long wanderings through many valleys, the peoples of Corn and the
Seed found them there, through seeing of their smoke, and in the near
valley to the eastward found they as well the peoples of the Corn and
the Seed, dwelling in their great round towns, the smoke whereof wanderers
had also erstwhile been. So they said to them, "Ye are our
younger brothers! At Mátsaki, here at the Middle, let us dwell in peace
as one people, others of our kinds around about us, yet with us!"
Thereby Mátsaki greatly increased; but the warnings yet still sounded
anon and the gods and master-priests of the people could not rest.
Nay, they called a great council of men and the beings, beasts, birds
and insects of all kinds ‘hlímna; these were gathered in the council.
After long deliberation it was said:
"Where is K‘yanäs´tïpe, the Water-skate? Lo! legs has he of great
extension, six in number. Mayhap he can feel forth with them to the
uttermost of all the six regions, thereby pointing out the very Middle."
And K‘yanäs´tïpe, being summoned, appeared in semblance, growing
greater; for lo! it was the Sun-father himself (K‘yanäs´tïpe through
‘hlímna being). And he answered their questions ere he was bespoken,
saying, "Yea, that can I do." And he lifted himself to the zenith, and
extended his finger-feet six to all of the six regions, so that they
touched to the north, the great waters; and to the west, and the south,
and the east, the great waters; and to the northeast, the waters
above; and to the southwest, the waters below.
But to the north, his finger-foot grew cold, so he drew it in; and to
the west, the waters being nearer, touched his finger-foot thither
extended, so he drew that in also. But to the south and east far
reached his other finger-feet. Then gradually he settled downward and
called out, "Where my heart and navel rest, beneath them mark ye the
spot and there build ye a town of the midmost, for there shall be the
midmost place of the earth-mother, even the navel; albeit not the
center, because of the nearness of cold in the north and the nearness of
waters in the west." And when he descended (squatting), his belly
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rested over the middle of the plain and valley of Zuñi; and when he
drew in his finger-legs, lo! there were the trail-roads leading out and
in like stays of a spider's net, into and forth from the place he had
covered.
Then the fathers of the people built in that spot, and rested thereat
their tabernacle of sacred treasures. But K‘yanäs´tïpe had swerved in
lowering, and their town was reared a little south of the very midmost
place. Nevertheless, no longer in after time sounded the warnings.
Hence, because of their great good fortune (hálowilin) in thus finding
the stable middle of the world, the priest-fathers of the people
called this midmost town the Abiding place of Happy Fortune (Hálonawan).
Yet, because they had erred even so little, and because the first
priest of after times did evil, lo! the river to the southward ran full,
and breaking from its pathway cut in twain the great town, burying
houses and men in the mud of its impetuosity. Whence, those who
perished not and those of the flooded towns rounded about fled to the
top of the Mountain of Thunder, they with all their Seed people and
things, whence the villages they built there were named Tâaiyá‘hltona
‘Hlúelawa, or the "Towns-all-above of-the-seed-all."
But when by the sacrifice of the youth priest and maiden priestess (as
told in other speech) the waters had been made to abate and the land
became good to walk upon, all the people descended, calling that high
mountain place, which ever after hath echoed thunder, Tâaiyálane,
or the Mountain of Thunder. When all the towns were rebuilded,
then on the northern side of the river they builded anew the Town of
the Middle, calling it Hálona Ítiwana (Halona the Midmost); but the
desolated part they called Hálonawan, because they had erred there
(hálowak‘ya), though even so little.
Now at last never more did the world rumble; yet the fathers of the
people questioned in their hearts, fearing further misfortune to their
children, if so be they still erred in the resting place of the sacred mysteries
whatsoever. So, when the sun had reached the middle between
winter and summer, they devised an ordinance and custom whereby this
might be tested. They brought out the things of lightning and the
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earthquake; even the keepers of the great navel-shell were summoned
as having canny and magic skill. And as now we do in observing the
custom of the Middle-arriving, all the people fasting, all the fires close
kept, so then, for ten days they made ready, and on the last night the
shell was laid by the sacred fire in Héin Kíwitsina of the North, and
watched all the night through, by its keepers and the fathers foremost,
and the Priests of the Bow. Meanwhile the incantations of dread
meaning, taught of the Twain in Hán‘hlipiŋk‘ya, were chanted, yet the
world only rumbled deeply and afar down, but it trembled not, neither
did the Seven Fell Ones breathe destruction—only storms. Then, said
the fathers, "O, thanks! In peace-expecting mood may we kindle
afresh the fires of our hearths for the year that is dawning." And they
sent forth new fire to all houses, causing the old to be cast out as is
seen and known to us all in the custom of this day of the Middle-arriving!
So, happily abode the people, they and their brothers round about
them at the Middle, for surely now the sacred things were resting over
the stable middle of the world, and were the foundations of Hálona
Ítiwana or the Midmost place of Favor (or fortune).
Now when thus, after long ages of wandering, the tabernacles of
the precious seed-things were resting over the Middle at Zuñi (they,
the fathers of the people and also the Corn tribes and their other children),
then, as in the olden time, men turned their hearts rather to the
cherishing of their corn and Corn maidens than to the wasting of lives
in war with strange men and the Ákâkâ. Again they loved, cheerfully
too, the custom of the beautiful Corn maidens, and this, year after year,
they practiced that the seed of seeds might ever be renewed and its
abundance be maintained.
And whereas this was well, yet, forsooth! there were not wanting
those who grew weary of the custom at last, and said that it was not
as in the olden time it had been. Then, said they, the fathers of the
people had performed their custom, and the fathers of the people of
Dew theirs, the one awaiting the other, as it were, and both joining in
the sight of the people all. Others said that the music was not as that
of the olden time; that better far was that which of nights they sometimes
heard (oftener toward morning) as they wandered up and down
the trail by the river; wonderful music this, as of liquid voices in
caverns or the echo of women's laughter in water-vases. And this
music, they said, was timed with a deep-toned drum, and seemed to
come forth from the very bowels of the Mountain of Thunder. Lo!
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they were awed thereby, and bethought that the music was, mayhap,
that of the ghosts of ancient men who had dwelt above in the times
of the high waters; but it was far more beautiful, at least, than the
music of the ‘Hláhekwe singers when danced the Corn maidens.
Others said yea, and lingering near they had seen, as the daylight
increased, white clouds roll upward from the grotto in Thunder
mountain like to the mists that leave behind them the dew itself, and
as the sun rose, lo! within them even as they faded, the bright garments
of the Rainbow-women might sometimes be seen fluttering, and
the broidery and paintings of these dancers of the mists were more
beautiful than the costumes of even the Maidens of Corn.
Then were the fathers of the People-priests of the House of Houses
sore displeased at these murmurings of their children, and bade them
to be hushed; yet they pondered, and bethought themselves how to
still these foolish children yet more completely, so that the precious
Mothers of Corn be not made sad by their plaints.
"What is this ye tell us?" said they. "These things be to the simple
as the wind and other movings, speechless; but to us, they be signs,
even as erst the warnings of the under-world were signs to our fathers
the beloved, and ourselves, that we seek still further the Middle, so are
these things signs to us. Stay, therefore, thy feet with patience,
while we devise that ye be made content and happy." Then to one
another they said, "It may well be Paíyatuma, the liquid voices his
flute and the flutes of his players that they tell of. Come now, we will
await the time of our custom, and then learn if perchance our hearts
guess aright."
Now when the time of ripening corn was near, the fathers ordered
preparation for the ‘Hláhekwe, or dance of the Corn maidens.
When the days of preparing had been well nigh numbered, the
old ones, even the Kâ´yemäshi themselves who had come with the
Kâ´kâ (subject now to the prayerful breaths of the priest-fathers of
the people) in the spring and summer times of the Kâ´k’okshi dances,
came forth yet again from the west, and with fun and much noise of
mouth, made—as for his sister their father had first made—a bower of
cedar. But this bower they built, not in the open plain, but in the
great court of the town where the dances and customs of the Kâ´kâ
were held. For in these days the people and the kinties of Seed no
longer came as strangers to the abode of other people, hence builded
not their bower in the plain, but in the plaza of their own town. And
the Kâ´yemäshi diligently collected cedar-boughs and rafter-poles
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from the hills beyond the plains. With these, as they had been commanded
in olden time by K‘yäk´lu, they builded the great bower.
They helped also the chosen men of the Badger and Water kinties to
bring the hemlock trees from the southern canyon, and danced, singing
gravely for the nonce, as these called forth the growth thereof in
sacred smoke of the spaces, and then, as the night fell, laden with offerings
from the people, and whitened with the favor of their prayer-meal,
they returned whither the Kâ´kâ and the souls of men ever return, westward
along the river to the mountains of the Dance of Good and the
Waters of the Dead.
Then came the Sun-priest and the Priests of the House of Houses,
with the tabernacles of sacred seed-substances, the múetone, the
k‘yáetone and the chúetone, and with world-terraced bowls of sacred
favor (prayer-meal). These, they bore into the plaza in solemn
procession, followed by the matrons of the Seed and Water clans,
with the trays of new seed and their offerings of plumed wands to
the spaces; and even as today, in every particular, so then the Priest
of the Sun and his younger brothers of the House laid out the sacred
reclining terrace and roadway of prayer, leading down from it through
the middle, and duly placed the sacred things in order upon and before
it. As today it is done even in the same order, so then the priests took
their places at the rear of the terrace and altar of sacred things, and
the matrons theirs by their trays of new seed, those of the Seed kins
southwardly to the right, those of the Water kins northwardly to the
left beside the reclining terrace and down the sacred roadway guided and
placed, each in order, by the chosen leaders of the dance, and watched
over by the Priests of the Bow.
Thus, when the singers came and sat them down in the southern
side, as today, so then, the father of the people gave the word for beginning,
and spake the issuing-forth rites. But then, not as now, there
were singers only to the south, yea, and dancers only of them, whence
the complainings of the people had been voiced.
As the darkness deepened the master-priest said, "Lo, now! as in
the olden time let kindled be a fire, beyond the dancers (ótakwe) in
front of the bower. Mayhap by its light yet other singers and dancers
will come, as in the olden time came Paíyatuma and his people, for
the perfection of the corn. If so be, those who murmur will be content
with the completeness of our custom."
Then those whose office it was to keep the shell and fire, generated
with their hands the heat thereof, and the youths round about merrily
attended them with fuel, and in the brightening light the dance went on.
When the House of the Seven Stars had risen high in the sky, then
the fathers summoned before them the two Master-priests of the Bow.
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"Ye have heard," said they in low-sounding speech, "the complainings
of these children and their tales of strange sights and sounds at the
grotto under Thunder mountain. Go forth, therefore, and test the truth
of all this. If so be ye too hear the music, approach the cavern and
send greeting before ye. It were no wonder if ye behold Paíyatuma
and his maidens other seven, and his singers and players of flutes.
They will deem ye well arrived, and maychance will deign to throw the
light of their favor upon us and give us help of their custom, thereby
adding to the contentment and welfare of our children among men, and
to the completeness of our own observances."
Then with their hands the Fathers of the House extended their
breaths, which breathing, the Priests of the Bow went forth, one following
the other.
When, up the trail of the river, they had some time passed Mátsaki,
they heard the sound of a drum and strains of song now and then echoing
down from Thunder mountain. Then they knew that the sounds
came from the Cavern of the Rainbow, and so hastened forward; and as
they neared the entrance, mists enshrouded them, and they knew now
also that verily Paíyatuma was there. Then they called to know if
there were gathering within. The singing ceased, and they were bidden
to enter and sit. As they did so, Paíyatuma came forward to them
and said:
"Ye come well. I have commanded the singers to cease and the
players to draw breath from their flutes, that we might hearken to the
messages ye bear, since for naught never stranger visits the place of a
stranger."
"True," replied the two, "our fathers have sent us to seek and greet
ye, it having been declared by our children that thy song-sounds and
the customs thereof so far surpass our own, even those of our beloved
Maidens, makers of the seed of seeds."
"Ah, well!" replied he, "thus ever is it with men, children, verily!
Athirst ever are they for that which is not or which they have not.
Yet it is well that ye come, and it shall be as ye wish. Sit ye yet longer,
watch and listen."
To the left, grouped around a great world-bowl, clad in broidered
cotton vestment, were a splendid band of players, long flutes in their
hands and the adornments of god-priests on their faces and persons.
In their midst, too, was a drummer and also a bearer of the song-staff;
aged, they, and dignified with years.
Paíyatuma scattered a line of pollen on the floor, and folding his
arms strode to the rear of the cavern, then turned him about and with
straightened mien (tsámo‘hlanishi), advanced again. Following him, lo,
and behold! came seven maidens beauteous like to the Maidens of
Corn, but taller and fainter of form. Like to them also in costume, yet
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differing somewhat in the hue of the mantles they wore. And in their
hands they carried, not tablets of the sun, moon, and each her star
with cross symbol of the Corn priests above them, but, verily, wands
of cottonwood from the branchlets and buds of which tiny clouds
flowed forth.
"These be the sisters of our Maidens of Corn, of the House of the
Stars, seen these too, as they, so these more faintly, as, when above are
seen the stars of the House of Seven, others seven are seen below in the
waters. Like in form of gesture is their dance custom, but fertile not
of the seed, but of the water of life wherewith the seed is quickened,"
said Paíyatuma.
He lifted his flute, then took his place in the line of the dancers, as
the yä´poto does in the line of the Corn dance. The drum sounded
until the cavern shook as with thunder. The flutes sang and sighed as
the wind in a wooded canyon whilst still the storm is distant. White
mists floated up from the wands of the maidens and mingled with the
breath of the flutes over the terraced world-bowl, above which sported
the butterflies of Summerland, about the dress of the Rainbow in the
strange blue light of the night.
Awed and entranced with the beauty of it were the Priests of the
Bow, insomuch that when they arose to go they feared to speak their
further message. But Paíyatuma, smiling, gave them his breath with
his hands and said, "Go ye the way before, telling the fathers of our
custom, and straightway we will follow."
Then silently the Priests of the Bow returned as they had come, and
entering the dance-court and bower, bowed low and breathed over the
hands of the fathers and by them being breathed and smoked in turn,
told of what they had seen and listened to in the Cave of the Rainbow.
But the watchers had grown weary, and only the fathers heard and
understood. While the people nodded their heads all drowsily, some
sleeping, the leaders arose as their father ancients had arisen on that
night of the birth of Corn in the olden time, and carried the sacred
gourds aside and placed them around a great world-bowl wherein
was water, and over them in secret (as in the olden time those fathers-ancients
had done with the prayer-wands and grass seeds, so now) they
performed rites, and said mystic prayer-words. And in the bowl they
put dew of honey and sacred honey-dust of corn-pollen, and the ancient
stones—ancient of water whence water increases. Then, to the left and
northward side they placed the bowl and with it a great drum jar,
and spread blankets as for singers other than those already sitting on
the southern side.
After that they sat them down again, and then the Priests of the Bow
signed their guardian younger brothers to bestir the people assembled
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that they might sit the more seemly for the coming, mayhap, of precious
strangers.
Ere long, the sound of music was heard, coming from up the river,
and soon came Paíyatuma followed by his Flute people and singers
and maidens of the Flute dance. Uprose the fathers and all the watching
people, greeting the God of Dawn with outstretched hands and
offerings of prayer-meal, and words of thanks and welcome. Then the
singers took their places and sounded their drum, flutes, and song of
clear waters, while the Maidens of the Dew danced their custom of the
Flute dance. Greatly marveled the people when from the wands they
bore forth came white clouds, and fine cool mists descended.
Now when the dance was ended and the Dew maidens, with Paíyatuma,
had retired within the bower, forth came the beautiful and ever
young Mothers of Corn. And when the players of the flutes saw them,
they were enamored of their beauty, and gazed upon them so intently
that fain were the maidens to let fall their hair and cast down their eyes.
Yet the youths grew not less bold of eye. Then, yea and with jealousy
now, bolder grew the youths mortal, who led the dance and attended
the dancers, and lo! as the morning neared and the dancers of the
flute came forth again, these, impassioned and in rivalry, sought all
too freely the presence of the Mother-maidens, no longer holding them
so precious as in olden time, but e'en plucking at their white garments.
Meanwhile the people, eagerly watching the new dance, gave little
heed to aught else. For behold! the waters rose in the terraced bowl
and flowed out toward the dancers, yea, and the mists increased greatly,
shrouding the watchers and the dancers alike, until within them the
Maidens of Corn, all white their garments, became invisible! Then
sadly and noiselessly they stole in amongst the people and laid their
corn-wands down amongst the trays, and passing the seed-corn over
their persons, placed it back in the trays, and laid their white broidered
garments thereupon as mothers lay soft kilting over their babes.
Behold! having thus by their wonderful knowledge now placed within
the corn the substance of their flesh, then even as the mists became
they, and with the mists drifting, fled away, verily, to the far south
Summerland!
As the day dawned the dancers of the flutes completed their custom,
the players, waving their flutes over the people assembled, followed
Paíyatuma as he strode, wordless, forth from the midst of the people.
The call was voiced, and the song of the Maidens of Corn sounded as
when the others had retired before; the drum was beaten and the rattles
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were shaken—but all in vain. No maidens came forth from the bower.
Then eagerly the leaders sought all through the bower. Naught found
they save the precious wands and the garments all softly laid thereupon,
of their beloved Maidens of the Seed. Deep was their grief and
all silent were the people. Then spake the fathers: "Look ye now;
ye have watched ill, ye matrons and elders, and therein grievously have
ye sinned, wherefore lost be our beloved maidens, mothers of the Seed
of Seed, for some amongst our children have dared to hold them less
than precious, and look upon them as upon maidens of the people they
look! Wherefore arise, and brush away from thy persons and spit
forth from thy mouths the evil of this night, that the day find ye not
shame-darkened, and further ill befall ye not than the grievous loss of
our beautiful maidens; for the rash forwardness of our youths, and the
negligence ye have proven guilty of in failing to watch all things well
are sore, and are punished full meetly as was warned us aforetime by
this our grievous loss!"
Then said they to one another, "We must seek (but how?) the
maidens; and we must summon them forth from their hiding with
solemn promise, if only that we may look upon them once more and
see that they go forth at least content with those who have not wrought
this evil, and content with us, not wroth; and that they be not thus
wroth or sad hearted, and therefore withhold not from us their sacred
breaths of blessing, lacking which the corn seed, life of flesh, can not
flourish. But who shall seek them for us? They left no trail behind
and far must have instant journeyed, being now of other-being—as may
be seen by their cast-off garments, left here with us. O, woe! woe
the day when we heeded not well their preciousness! If woe to us, woe
indeed to our murmuring children who know not what they want, and
lightly consider too many of the things they have, therein lightly
holding them!"
Again, therefore, called they forth the two master-priests, and said:
"Who, now, think ye, should journey to seek our precious maidens?
Bethink ye, strong of will, who amongst the beings is even as ye are,
strong of will and good of eyes?
"There is our great elder brother and father, the Eagle, he of the side
floating down (sulahaiyan látane) and the terraced tail-fan (áwi‘hluiyan
k‘yátine); surely he is enduring of will and surpassing of sight."
"Yea, most surely," said the fathers. "Go ye forth and beseech
him."
Then northward fared the twain swiftly to Twin mountain, where
dwelt with his mate and his young, in a grotto high up among the
crags, the Eagle of the White Bonnet.
And when they climbed the mountain and spake in at the entrance
of the grotto, behold! only the eaglets were there, who, frightened,
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screamed lustily, striving to hide themselves in the dark recesses to
the rearward, "O, pull not our feathers, ye of hurtful touch, but wait,
when we are older we will drop them e'en from the clouds for you!"
"Hush!" said the warriors, "wait ye in peace, for we seek not ye
but thy father!"
But from afar came at once, a frown on his brow, the old Eagle.
"Why disturb ye my pin-featherlings?" cried he.
"Behold, father and elder brother, we come seeking only the light of
thy favor. Listen!"
Then they told him of the lost Corn maidens, and prayed him to
seek them, that messages of conciliation might be sent them or given.
"Being so, be it well with thy wishes. Go ye before contentedly,"
answered the Eagle, smoothing his feathers.
Forthwith the warriors returned to the council of the fathers, relating
how that their message had been well received, and the eagle leapt
forth and winged his way high into the sky—high, high, until he circled
among the clouds, small seeming and swift, as seed-down in a whirlwind.
And all through the heights he circled and sailed, to the north,
the west, the south and the east. Yet nowhere saw he trace of the
Maidens. Then he flew lower, returning, and the people heard the roar
of his wings almost ere the warriors were rested, and arose eagerly
to receive his tidings. As he alighted, the fathers said, "Enter thou
and sit, oh brother, and say to us what thou hast to say;" and they
offered him the cigarette of the space-relations.
When they had puffed to the regions and purified his breath with
smoke, and blown smoke over the sacred things, then the Eagle spake:
"Far have I journeyed, scanning all the regions. Neither blue bird nor
wood-rat can hide from my seeing," said he, snapping his beak and
looking aslant. "Neither of them, unless they hide under bushes; yet
have I failed to see aught of the maidens ye seek for. Send you,
therefore, for my younger brother the Falcon; strong of flight is he,
yet not so potently strong as I, and nearer the ground he takes his way
ere sunrise."
Then the Eagle, scarce awaiting the thanks of the fathers, spread
his wings and flew away to Twin mountain, and the Warrior Priests
of the Bow, sought again fleetly over the plain to the westward for
his younger brother, the Falcon.
They found him sitting on an ant hill; nor would he have paused but
for their cries of peaceful import, for, said he, as they approached him,
"If ye have snare-strings I will be off like the flight of an arrow well
plumed of our feathers!"
"Nay, now!" said the twain. "Thy elder brother hath bidden us
seek thee." Thereupon they told him what had passed, and how that
the Eagle had failed to find their maidens so white and beautiful.
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"Failed, say ye? Of course he failed! For he clambers aloft to
the clouds and thinks, forsooth, that he can see under every bush and
into every shadow, as sees the Sun-father who sees not with eyes!
Go ye before," said the Falcon; and ere they had turned toward the
town, he had spread his sharp wings and was skimming off over the
tops of the trees and bushes as though verily seeking for field mice or
birds' nests. And the warriors returned to tell the fathers and await
his coming; but after he had sought far over the world to the north
and the west, the east and the south, he too returned and was
received as had been the Eagle; but when he had settled on the edge
of a tray, before the altar, as on the ant hills he settles today, and had
smoked and been smoked as had been the Eagle, he told the sorrowing
fathers and mothers that he had looked behind every copse and cliff-shadow,
but of the maidens had found no trace. "They are hidden
more closely than ever sparrow hid," said he, gripping the cover of the
tray on which he perched as though it were real feathers and blood,
and ruffling his crest. Then he, too, flew away to his hills in the west.
"Alas! alas! our beautiful maiden mothers!" cried the matrons.
"Lost, lost as the dead are they!" "Yea," said others, "where, how
indeed, shall we seek them now? For the far-seeing Eagle and the close-searching
Falcon alike have failed to find them."
"Stay your feet with patience," said the fathers. For some amongst
them heard a Raven who was wandering about the edge of the town at
break of day seeking food in the dirt and refuse, and they bethought
themselves. "Look, now! There is Heavy-nose, whose beak never fails
to find the substance of seed itself, however so little or well hidden it be.
Surely he well must know then, of the maiden-mothers thereof. Let us
call him." So they bade the warrior-priests go forth once more. Forth
to the river side went the priests. "We carry no pricking quills," said
they, raising their hands all weaponless, "and, O, Black-banded father,
we seek your aid; for look now, the mother-maidens of seed whose
substance is the food alike of thy people and our people, have fled away
whither neither our grandfather the Eagle, nor yet his younger brother
the Falcon, can trace them; and we pray thee to aid us or give us
counsel of guidance."
"Ka! ka!" cried the Raven. "Nay, now; much too hungry am I to
go abroad fasting on business for ye and thy kind. Ye are stingy!
Here have I been since ever perching time, striving to win a throatful,
but ye pick thy bones and lick thy bowls too clean for the like of
that, be sure!"
"But come in then, thou poor grandfather. Surely we will give thee
food to eat; yea, and a cigarette to smoke with all due observance!"
"Say ye so?" said the Raven, ruffling his collar and opening his mouth
so wide with a lusty kwa-la-ka, that well he might have swallowed his
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own head. "Go ye before, then," said he, and he followed them
closely into the court of dancers.
Not ill to look upon was he, for upon his shoulders were bands of
cotton, white, and his back was blue and gleaming as the tresses of a
maiden dancer in sunlight. When the warriors had spoken to the fathers,
the master priest of them, rising, came forward and greeted the
Raven, bidding him sit and smoke.
"Ha! there is corn in this, else why the stalk thereof?" said the
Raven as, taking the cane cigarette of the far-spaces, he noticed the
joint thereof. Therefore, forthwith, as he had seen the master do, so
did he, only more greedily. He sucked in such a throatful of the
smoke, fire and all, that it well nigh strangled him, and he coughed
and grew giddy and sick to such a pass that the smoke, all hot and
stinging, went through every part of him, and filled all his feathers,
making even his brown eyes bluer and blacker in rings! It is not to
be wondered at, this blueness of flesh, blackness of dress and tearfulness,
yea and skinniness, of eye which we see in his kindred today.
Nay, nor is it matter of wonder, either, that for all that, they are as
greedy of corn-food as ever, for look now—no sooner had the old Raven
recovered than he espied one of the ears of corn half hidden under the
mantle-covers of the trays. He leapt from his sitting place laughing
(as they always do when they find anything, these ravens), then catching
up the ear of corn, he made off with it over the heads of the people
and the tops of the houses, saying, "Ha! ha! in this wise and in no
other meseems will ye find thy Seed maidens!"
Nevertheless, after some absence, he came back, saying, "A sharp eye
have I for the flesh of the maidens, but of their breathing-beings, who
might see them, ye dolts, save by help of the Father of Dawn Mist himself,
whose breath makes others of breath seen as itself;" whereupon
he flew away again kawkling.
"Truly now, truly," said the elders to one another; "but how shall
we find, and how prevail on our father Paíyatuma to aid us, when so
grievous is ours the fault? Which same, moreover, he warned us of
in the old time."
Of a sudden, for the sun was rising, they heard Paíyatuma in his
daylight mood and ‘hlímnan. Thoughtless and loud, uncouth of mouth,
was he, as he took his way along the outskirts of the village. Joking
was he, as today joke fearlessly of the fearful, his children the Néwe-kwe,
for all his words and deeds were reversals (íyatï‘hlna pénawe) of
themselves and of his sacred being. Thus, when quickly the warrior
priests were sped to meet him, and had given to him their greetings
and messages, he sat him down on a heap of vile refuse, saying that
he was about to make festival thereof, and could in no wise be
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disturbed. "Why come ye not?" said he, "cowards and followers
of the people?"
"Nay, but we are Priests of the Bow, the twain who lead them,
father, and we do come."
"Nay, but ye do not come!"
"Yea, verily we do come, and to seek thy favor, asking that ye
accompany us to the council of the elders," said the two priests.
"Still I say ye nay, and that ye are children, all; and that if ye did
come, ye could not summon me, and that if ye did summon me, go
would I not, forsooth, to a council of little children; nay, not I!" said he,
rising and preparing forthwith to follow them, as it were, but immediately
taking the lead, and striding rudely into the presence of the
fathers whom he greeted noisily and with laughter like one distraught,
and without dignity or shame.
"My poor little children," said he to the aged priests and the white
haired matrons, "good the night to ye all" (albeit in full dawning);
"ye fare happily, I see, which perplexes me with sorrow."
"Comest thou, father?" said the chief priest; "pity thou our shame
and sorrow."
"Father yourself; nay, not I!"
"Father," said the chief priest once more, "verily we are guilty, but
lo! yet the more sad from much seeking in vain for our maidens the
mothers of seed; and we have summoned thee to beseech the light
of thy wisdom and favor, earnestly, O, father, notwithstanding our
fault which thou thyself warned us in olden time to beware, yet do we
beseech thee!"
"Ha! how good that I find ye so happy, guileless, arrogant and so
little needing of my counsel and helping."
"But we beseech the light of thy favor, O, father, and aid in the
finding of our beautiful maidens."
"Oh that is all, is it? But why find that which is not lost, or summon
those who will not come? Even if they were lost and would come,
look now! I would not go to seek them. And if I went to seek them I
could not find them, and if I found them and called them they would
not hearken and follow, and even if they would I should bid them bide
in Summerland if they were there, and tell them ye cared naught for
their presence, having too preciously cherished them."
"Lo, now!" said he, looking down and at the fathers; "I see that
thine old ones, those whom ye follow, are all wise, while ye have been
foolish and negligent, not preparing sacredly the plumes of the spaces,
nor setting them in order before the uplifted terrace, nor yet here behind
the winding lines of the seed trays and the walkers by them," said he
as he stooped to pluck up the very plumes he had said were not there
and withal in front of the reclining terrace and the straight rows of
patient sitters. One—the yellow, that of the north—he took, and
breathed thereon. "Evil, all evil and ill made," quoth he, shaking his
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head over its sacred completeness and beauty. Then he took up
another, that of the west, then the red of the south and the white of
the east. And gathering them in his arms he said, turning to go,
"Now verily we approach."
As he thus turned to go, Pékwina the master, Speaker of the Sun,
who, all wise, well knew the meaning of these lying speeches, arose,
and taking two plumes, the banded wing-tip feathers of the turkey, the
right and the left, shifted them as he advanced toward Paíyatuma,
taking the left one in his right hand and the right one in his left hand.
And nearing Paíyatuma he stroked him with the tips of the feathers,
upward, breathing from them each time. Four times he stroked him,
and then laid the feathers on his lips. And Paíyatuma spat upon
them and breathed upon them, and all the people spat by his sign of
command, uprising. Then the master-priest took the right feather in his
right hand and the left feather in his left, and casting abroad the lying
spittle, himself spat lightly and blew upon the feathers, and with them
stroked the lips, then the person, of Paíyatuma, this time downward,
breathing upon them. And this he did four times, and the face of Paíyatuma
grew grave, and he lifted himself upward; and when he had so
uplifted himself, lo! he was aged and grand and straight, as is a tall
tree shorn by lightnings. Then placing the plume wands in the hands
of the father, he took the banded plumes from him and breathed in from
them, and out on the hands of the father, and folding his arms held
upright in each hand the feather pertaining thereto. Then he spake:
"Thanks this day, thou father of the people. Thou art wise of thought
and good of heart, divining that my evil of speech and act were but the
assumption of the evils in thy children who, had they not turned false
to good and fickle of their duties commanded, had else been followers of
thee as are the fawns unerringly followers of the deer in the mountains
and plains; and whose falsity, therefore lyingly, as it were, I did take
unto myself and spit forth that they might be turned unto thee yet
again and set straight in the paths of right commandment. From out
of me, haply, thou hast now withdrawn the breath of reversal, and from
out of me the speech of lying, even as thy children have spat forth, by
my will and example, their wronging of commandments.
"Thanks this day; and therefore, in that ye, O, ye fathers, have
kept thine hearts steadfastly right and straight of inclination, therefore
will we show unto ye the light of our favor.
"Verily I will summon from Summerland, for there methinks they
bide, once more the beautiful maidens, that ye look once more upon them
and make offering in plumes of sacrifice meet for them, and that they
consummate the seedfulness of the seed of seeds, presenting them all
perfected, to ye; for lost are they as dwellers amongst ye, even as I
warned ye aforetime they would be, if not held precious of person.
"Disperse, therefore, from this thy custom when ye shall have completed
as is due and meet the song-lines and sacred speeches, and the
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making ready thereby of the offerings of sacred plume-wands (télikinawe)
and sacred water (k‘yáline). Choose then, four youths, so
young that they have neither known nor sinned aught of the flesh, and
being of the Seed and Water kinties are meet to bear to the Shrine of
the Middle, called Hépatinane, these offerings of good meaning and
influence to the Earth-mother, the Maidens of Corn, and the Beloved
of the Ancient Spaces. Them four ye shall accompany, ye fathers of
the people, they in thy midst, bearing the things precious, the elder
Master-priest of the Bow leading, and the other following, the elder
before, the younger behind. Ye shall walk about the shrine four times,
once for each region and the breath and season thereof, and set within
the shrine and round about it with perfect speech and in order, as ye
would regulate the plantings of grains, these signs of thine hearts
and of the custom ye cherish. Rest ye contentedly thereafter until,
with the final moon's full growing, ye await our return-coming. Ye and
the others, fathers of this custom of the seed, shall then await us as
for far-coming runners bearing messages of import, wait ye thus in the
sacred gathering place of the north, which is the first, and which ye
call Héin Kíwitsinan. There shall ye bide our coming in good and perfect
council, that ye receive perfectly the perfected seed of seeds."
Again the father bent low, and Paíyatuma breathed upon him, and
saying "Thus much it is finished ere I depart," turned him about and
sped away so fleetly that none saw him when they went forth to see.
Beyond the first valley of the high plain to the southward, he set the
four plume-wands in this wise: First, the yellow, he planted upright,
and over it leaned, looking at it intently. And when it had ceased
to flutter, lo! the eagle down on it leaned northward, but moved not.
Then he thus set the blue wand and watched it, and the white wand;
but the eagle down on them leaned to right and left and still northward,
yet moved not thereafter.
Then farther on he planted the red wand, and breathing not, long
watched it closely, bending low. Soon the soft down-plumes began to
wave as though blown by the breath of some small creature; backward
and forward, northward and southward they swayed, as if in time to
the breath of one resting.
"Ha! 'tis the breath of my maidens in Summerland!" quoth Paíyatuma,
"for the plume of the southland sways, soft though, to their
gentle breathing. Lo! thus it is and thus shall it ever be when I set
the down of my mists on the plains, and scatter my bright beads in
the northland; summer shall go thither from afar, borne on the breaths
of the Seed maidens, and where they breathe, warmth, health, showers
and fertility shall follow with the birds of Summerland and the butterflies,
northward over the world." This he said as he uprose and
sped, by the magic of his knowledge how, all swiftly, far southward
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into the countries of Summerland; yea, swiftly and all silently as the
soft breath he sought for, bearing his painted flute before him. And
when he paused as though to rest, he played on his painted flute, and
quickly butterflies and birds sought the dew of his breathings therefrom.
Them he sent forth to seek the Maidens, following swiftly, and long
ere he found them he greeted them, with the music of his song-sound,
as the People of Seed now greet them in the song of their dances.
And when the Maidens heard his music and saw his tall form
advancing through their great fields of ready quickened corn, they
plucked ears thereof, each of her kind, and with them filled their
colored trays and over all spread broidered mantles—broidered in all
bright colors and with the creature-signs of Summerland. From
eldest to youngest they sallied forth to meet and to welcome him, still
in their great fields of corn! Then he greeted them, each with the touch
of his hands and the breath of his flute, and bade them prepare to follow
him erewhile to the northland home of their deserted children.
Lo! when the time had come, by the magic of their knowledge how,
they lightened themselves of all weariableness or lingerfulness, and
in their foster-father's lead, his swift lead, sped back as the stars speed
over the world at night time toward the home of our ancients. Yet at
night and dawn only journeyed they, as the dead do and the stars also.
Thus journeying and resting by the way, that the appointed days
might be numbered, they came at evening in the full of the last moon
to the place of the Middle, bearing as at first their trays of seed, each
her own kind.
No longer a clown speaking and doing reversals of meanings—as do
his children (followers) the Néwekwe, today,—was Paíyatuma, as he
walked into the court of the dancers ere the dusk of the evening, and
stood with folded arms at the foot of the bow-fringed ladder of priestly
council, he and his attendant follower (ánsetone) Shútsuk‘ya, brother
of Kwélele! Nay, he was tall and beautiful, and banded with his own
mists, and as wings carried upright in his hands, under his folded arms,
banded also, the wing-plumes right and left, of the turkey, wherewithal
he had winged his way from afar leading the Maidens and followed as
by his own shadow, by the black being of corn-soot, who cries with the
voice of the frost-wind when the corn has grown aged and the harvest
is taken away—Shútsuk‘ya.
And again, surpassingly beautiful were the Maidens clothed in the
white cotton and broidered garments of Summerland, even as far
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walkers have said are appareled our lost others! And each in her
place stood the Maidens.
Shrill now whistled Shútsuk‘ya, so that all the people around,
onlooking, started and shuddered. Then upward from the place of
gathering came the chief priest, bearing a vessel of sacred meal—for
below were gathered within, waiting (all the night and day) the fathers
of the people and those of the Seed and Water and the keepers of the
sacred things, praying and chanting—and when he saw Paíyatuma,
him he welcomed, scattering the sacred meal which contains the substance
of the life not of daylight, down the ladder-rungs, and thence
leading from the sky-hole along the four sides of the roof terrace of the
Kíwitsinan leftwardly, and then rightwardly into the entrance place
of the descending ladder where stood high its bow-fringed standards.
And as the priest retired down the descending ladder, Paíyatuma
stepped easily forward and up the sanctified road-way on the ascending
ladder (thus, of sacred substance made for him), followed by Shútsuk‘ya,
him only. Then walking to the line-mark of each region,
prayed he, standing straight, consecrating it; and when each consecration
was uttered, Shútsuk‘ya touched him with his wands and
shrilly whistled once.
Then when the words were all said, Shútsuk‘ya shrilly whistled
again, four times, each time touching Paíyatuma with the wands four
times as he turned him about, and then signed him to come forward
to the outer ascending ladder below the which waited the Maidens
watching.
Then Paíyatuma reached down, and the Maiden-mother of the North,
who was first, advanced to the foot of the ladder and lifted from off her
head the beautiful tray of yellow corn, and this, Paíyatuma taking,
presented to the regions, each in succession, praying the while, at the
mark of each on the sacred line, and being signaled unto, each time,
by the four-times repeated whistle of Shútsuk‘ya. Thus, the Priest
of the North, made aware when the number of presentations was fully
accomplished, came upward and received from the hands of Paíyatuma
the tray of most sacred seed and breathed deeply therefrom,
saying thanks and bearing it below.
Now was the Maiden of the North, by retiring to the end of the line of
her sisters, to the south stationed; and the Maiden of the West was
thus become first, and she advanced as her elder sister had, when Paíyatuma
turned forward, and gave up her tray of the blue corn which
thus also as before, when the presentations were fully accomplished,
the Master-priest of the West received, and breathed from deeply and
for it said thanks, and bore it below; and so, each in turn, the Maidens
gave up their trays of precious seed; the Maiden of the South, the red,
which the Master-priest of the South received; the Maiden of the East,
the white, which the Master-priest of the East received; and so, the
tray many-colored and the tray black, and last, yet first at last, the tray
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of all-color seed, which the Priestess of Seed and All, herself received.
And now, behold! the Maidens stood as before, she of the North at the
northern end, but with her face southward far looking, she of the West
next, and lo! the seventh, last, southward, and standing thus, the
darkness of the night fell around them; and as shadows in deep night,
so these Maidens of the Seed of Corn, the beloved and beautiful, were
seen no more of men.
And Paíyatuma stood alone, at last, for Shútsuk‘ya walked now
behind the Maidens, whistling shrilly (as the frost-wind whistles when
the corn is gathered away) among the lone canes and dry leaves of a
gleaned field. And Paíyatuma descended the ladder, and stood in the
fire-light with folded arms, in the midst of the fathers. And he spake
unto them:
"Behold! with my lost Maidens, mothers to ye, I have returned;
and finding ye gathered in good and perfect council according to my
commandments and the approval of thy wisdom, I have restored unto
ye with mine own hands, that which they else could not have given ye,
the flesh of each made perfect in generative seed. This ye shall cherish,
apart in kind, for all time, as the seed of all thy seed, and in so far as
ye cherish it, verily it shall be multiplied!
"As ye have done in the days now measured, so also ye shall do in
the days to come; ye shall keep the beautiful custom of the Mother-maidens
of Corn, all in due season, preparing therefor strenuously.
Dance in it, shall thy maidens, chosen of the Seed kinties; thus, as
it were, ye shall again see the beautiful Mothers of Seed and as it were
also, they shall renew the seed of each season, and therein shall ye
gain in them again the preciousness of the Mother-maidens, yet lose
them even thus gained, each year; choosing, therefore, each season
newly, the Maidens of the Seed, that these who be lost as maidens be
replaced as maidens in the replacing of the Mother-maidens.
"And ye shall keep, after each custom of the Corn Maidens, the flute
custom of the Water Maidens, and after, in due season, the custom of
this day also, the which I have shown unto ye. Having danced first
with thy maidens of the Seed kin for the ripening of the corn, ye shall
next dance with thy maidens and youth of the Water kin for the fertilizing
of the seed, and after, in the full of the last moon thy Maidens
of Corn shall bring the seed unto ye of the house, as ye have seen, that
it be perfected; and they shall lead others maidens of other kins—not
seven, but many times seven in number—who shall bring seed and the
food thereof (for multiplied many times seven shall be the seed!) unto
ye and thy younger brothers, that the seed be finished as the substance
of flesh. Amongst my followers, also, some shall represent me
and my attendant Shútsuk‘ya ‘hlímna of us; and they shall choose
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maidens of the Water kin ‘hlímna of the Flute maidens for the flute
custom, and after, shall lead Maidens of the Seed ‘hlímna of the Mother-maidens,
as we have this day led the Mother-maidens themselves unto
thy presence; and as I have this day elevated, offered to the spaces
and given ye from them, the seed, each kind, so shall they, in after
time, give ye the seed, that ye sanctify it, ye and the good Kâ´kâ, for
the people and the plantings of the spring time to come.
"For look ye, and hearken! Ye loved the custom of the Maidens,
whence verily ye had life; yet amongst ye some held not preciously their
persons, hence them ye shall see no more save in the persons of thine
own maidens ‘hlímna of them, or in dreams or visions like thereto.
For, lo! they have departed, since the children of men would seek to
change the sustaining blessedness of their flesh into suffering humanity
which sustains not but is sustained, and they would perish—even as the
maidenhood of thy daughters must perish—and in the loving of men
and the cherishing of men's children, lo! they, even they, would forget
the cherishing of their beautiful seed-growing!
"Lo! as a mother of her own being and blood gives life and sustenance
to her offspring, so have these given unto ye—for ye are their
children—the means of life and sustenance. The Mother-maidens are
gone, but lo! the seed of each is with ye! From the beginning of the
newly come sun each year, ye shall treasure their gifts throughout the
Moon Nameless, the Moon of the Sacred Fire and the Earth-whitening,
the Moon of the Snow-broken Boughs, the Moon of the Snowless Pathways,
the Moon of the Greater Sand-driving Storms, and the Moon of
the Lesser Sand-driving Storms, shall ye treasure these gifts, with
them, making perfect, by means of sacred observances of thy rites and
the rites of the Kâ´kâ, the Seed of Seeds. Then in the new soil which
the winter winds, hail, snow and water have brought unto ye the
possessors of the múetone, ye shall bury in perfect order as I instruct
ye, these gifts, their flesh, as ye bury the flesh of the dead. And as the
flesh of the finished dead decays, so shall this flesh decay; but as from
the flesh of the finished dead, the other-being (soul) in the night light
of the Kâ´kâ springs forth, so from this flesh shall spring forth in the
day light of the Sun-father, new being, like to the first, yet in sevenfold
amplitude.
"Of this food shall ye ever eat and be bereft of hunger. Behold!
beautiful and perfect were the Maidens, and as this their flesh, derived
from them in beauty and by beautiful custom is perfect and beautiful,
so shall it confer on those nourished of it, perfection of person, and
beauty, like to that of those from whom it was derived, so long as like
them their customs are those of Maidens."
"And now will I teach ye the customs and song of the planting," said
Paíyatuma; and then first he sat him down and smoked the cigarette
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of relationship with the fathers of the Seed and Water kinties, and all
night long until the dawn the songs sounded and the sacred instructions
of the seed (tâ´a téusu haítosh nawe) sounded.
And in the gray mists of the morning Paíyatuma was hidden—and
is seen no more of men.