Creation Myths of Primitive America: In relation to the Religious History and Mental Development of MankindCurtin, Jeremiah
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Creation Myths of Primitive America: In relation to the Religious History and Mental Development of Mankind
Curtin, Jeremiah
Creation -- Mythology; Indian mythology -- North America; Indians of North America -- Folklore
Lutchi said nothing; just raised his brows, which meant "Yes." As soon
as he did this, Waida Dikit put his hand under his arm and took out a
kunluli (a delicate blue flower that grows near the water), and gave
it to Lutchi. Lutchi took it in his open palm, looked at it, rubbed it
between his two hands, spat on it, and made a paste which was a
beautiful blue paint. Then he rubbed his face, arms, breast--he became
blue all over (to this day Lutchi is blue, he was white before). He
went out among the people then, and said,--
"People, look at me! What do I look like? Haven't I a nice color now?"
"You are beautiful," said the people. "You look well."
It was at the point of daybreak. They could see just a bit of light.
When he was ready to start, Lutchi said,--
"I don't know how far it is, but if I go to those places I shall be
back here at sunrise. If they are very far away, I shall be here when
the sun is as high as the tree-tops."
"Do you think you will be back by sunrise?" asked Kinus. "Those places
are very far away."
"I know they are far away," said Lutchi.
"I have been all over the world," added Kinus. "I was gone a long
time, but those places are farther away than any spot where I have
been."
"Ho! Now I am going!" said Lutchi; and he darted straight up into the
sky, next down, and up and down again. Then he called out,--
"How do you like that? Do you think I can go to those people? This is
the way I travel."
He shot away east and returned. Then he went west and came back in a
twinkle. Next he turned north and was gone. He had never travelled
through the air before. Till that morning he had always walked on the
ground, just as we do now. He went straight to Waida Werris's house
and went in. It was dazzling there, and seemed to him just as bright
as daylight seems to a man coming out of a dark place.
Lutchi saw some one inside, who was young and beautiful. He could not
look at his face, it was so bright. There were two brothers in the
house. The younger was Waiti, the elder Waida Werris. Waiti never left
the house; never went abroad or wandered, stayed at home all the time.
"I have come," said Lutchi, "to invite you to meet people from all the
world at a flute-playing in Waida Dikit's sweat-house."
"I will go," said Waida Werris. He knew all that was going on. He had
seen it while travelling early, before daylight.
"I am going now," said Lutchi to Waida Werris. And as soon as he was
outside he rushed off toward the west, came back, rose in the air,
came down, and then shot away, like a lightning flash, eastward to
find Patkilis and Sedit. Soon he was in the east, where the sky comes
to the earth. He took a sky stick, which he had brought with him,
pried up the sky, raised it a little, and then he went under to the
other side. When the sky came down again behind him and struck the
earth, it made an awful noise which was heard over the world. The
whole world shook. All the people at Waida Dikit's heard the noise and
wondered.
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