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
Sedit passed these people, crossed the Norken Mem, ran along the
trail, came to an old man lying across it at the foot of a mountain.
Sedit, going fast, thought to jump over the old man, but he moved, and
Sedit stopped. "Grandson, what are you doing?" asked Sedit. This was
Pom Piweki. "I cannot tell what to do," said Pom. "I am old, I cannot
travel; so I lay down here."
"I will go on," said Sedit, "and come back this way, I think." He
heard the song nearer now; followed it, followed till sunset, when it
ceased. He stayed all night in that place.
Next morning, some time after sunrise, the song began again. Sedit
answered, and followed it. Then it ceased; he stopped again; then the
song began a second time; he followed; the song ceased. The song
circled around the mountain, going a little higher gradually;
sometimes it was near, sometimes it seemed far away, but he never came
up to it.
After wandering ten days, perhaps, he reached the top of the mountain
by going round and round the side of it. The singing was in the
mountain now all the time. He was on the highest part of Kele's
sweat-house. Kele, his twenty sons, and two daughters were inside, and
the girls and old man knew that some one was walking on the roof of
their sweat-house. Kele's sons went out each morning, and so did his
daughters. Although they were many, Sedit never saw one of them,--they
fooled him. At last, when Sedit was on the mountain, Kele shouted,--
"If any one is on my house, let him go down to the western door of
it."
Sedit heard, and went back the way by which he came. He went to Pom
Piweki and asked: "Do you know where the door to this sweat-house is?"
Pom Piweki made no answer. He stood up and pulled open a door; it
seemed as though he had been lying across the entrance. When he opened
the door, Sedit saw far into the house.
"Sedit, if you are here to go in, this is the way for you," said Pom
Piweki. "You will see an old man lying on the east side, go to him and
talk; this is his sweat-house."
Sedit went in and sat down near Kele, said nothing. Kele rose up and
gave Sedit food, talked to him, told him what kind of person he, Kele,
was, and about his children, and said: "Sedit, if you have come here
to stay, you must do what I tell you; you must be careful. I have
rough sons; if they know that you are here, they will make trouble. I
will hide you. They will make a noise, but you will not suffer if you
keep quiet; if you move, they will find you, and abuse you, surely."
Kele put Sedit in a basket in the ground, hid him there, leaving a
small hole to look through. "You may look out, but do not move," said
Kele.
As soon as Sedit was hidden the girls came in with roots, and sat down
at their sleeping-place. Sedit was near them. He thrust out his hand
and pinched the younger sister. She said nothing.
"Sister, have you seen any one?" asked she, after a time; "some one
pinched me."
"'Sh!" said the elder, "be quiet and say nothing; don't let our father
hear."
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