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
"Hubit, will you bite this salmon?" asked Keriha, next morning. "I
have bothered long enough. Will you bite to-day?" He put the salmon to
Hubit's mouth. Hubit bit a little. Keriha lifted the salmon with Hubit
on it, and threw it in the air to make Hubit fly. All came down like a
stone. Keriha threw it a second time. It fell again. He tried all day.
"I don't know what kind of man that Hubit is; he won't eat, he won't
talk, won't go home, won't do anything," said Keriha.
Next morning he said to Hubit: "Hubit, what kind of person are you? I
wish you would go home."
But Hubit wouldn't go without the salmon, and wouldn't take it for
fear that Keriha would follow him. Keriha threw him up again with the
salmon. Again he fell with the salmon, and he teased Hubit for five
days more. On the sixth morning Hubit began to eat.
"Ah, you are eating!" said Keriha; "will you go to-day?"
He threw the salmon; it fell again. Five days more he tried. Hubit
would eat, but wouldn't fly. Now he had tried twenty days more. On the
twentieth evening he said to Norwanchakus, "I will kill Hubit
to-morrow."
"Oh, you are not angry," said Norwanchakus. "Play with him a little
longer. You want to know everything, to see everything, to have
everything. You ought to find out what he means; he has some reason
for doing as he does."
Next morning Keriha went to Hubit. "Will you tell me what you are
going to do? Unless you tell me I will kill you. When I throw you up,
I will kill you unless you fly."
He threw up the salmon. Hubit moved his wings and flew along a little
above the ground, then settled down.
"Oh, he is going now, he is going! I'm so glad," cried Keriha; and he
threw the salmon a second time.
Hubit opened his wings and flew around Keriha, flew around the tree.
"Go, go!" cried Keriha, clapping his hands.
Hubit shot away toward the north, near the ground, and Keriha ran with
all speed, but Hubit went far ahead; then he flew a little toward the
west, turned, and darted off directly northward.
Keriha did not lose sight of him, but rose in the air and flew north,
going parallel with Hubit and going faster. He was at the sky first. A
moment later Hubit came.
"I am here before you!" cried out Keriha. "You cannot go out here!"
Hubit flew around a while and shot back to Bohem Tehil. Keriha was
just behind him.
"Hubit, you are so slow," called out Keriha. "I want to go fast, I
like to see you go fast."
Hubit flew around the tree a little, then darted to the south. Keriha
went a little to one side, was at the south before him, clapping his
hands.
"No escape on this side, Hubit; I am here before you."
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