Illustrations of the manners, customs, & condition of the North American Indians, Vol. 1 (of 2): With letters and notes, written during eight years of travel and adventure among the wildest and most remarkable tribes now existingCatlin, George
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Illustrations of the manners, customs, & condition of the North American Indians, Vol. 1 (of 2): With letters and notes, written during eight years of travel and adventure among the wildest and most remarkable tribes now existing
Catlin, George
Indians of North America
Another curious and disgusting scene I witnessed in the after part of
the day on which we were honoured with the dog feast. In this I took no
part, but was sufficiently near to it, when standing some rods off, and
witnessing the cruel operation. I was called upon by one of the clerks
in the Establishment to ride up a mile or so, near the banks of the
Teton River, in a little plain at the base of the bluffs, where were
grouped some fifteen or twenty lodges of the Ting-ta-to-ah band, to see
a man (as they said) “_looking at the sun_!” We found him naked, except
his breech-cloth, with splints or skewers run through the flesh on both
breasts, leaning back and hanging with the weight of his body to the
top of a pole which was fastened in the ground, and to the upper end
of which he was fastened by a cord which was tied to the splints. In
this position he was leaning back, with nearly the whole weight of his
body hanging to the pole, the top of which was bent forward, allowing
his body to sink about half-way to the ground (+plate+ 97). His feet
were still upon the ground, supporting a small part of his weight; and
he held in his left hand his favourite bow, and in his right, with a
desperate grip, his medicine-bag. In this condition, with the blood
trickling down over his body, which was covered with white and yellow
clay, and amidst a great crowd who were looking on, sympathizing with
and encouraging him, he was hanging and “looking at the sun,” without
paying the least attention to any one about him. In the group that was
reclining around him, were several mystery-men beating their drums
and shaking their rattles, and singing as loud as they could yell, to
encourage him and strengthen his heart to stand and look at the sun,
from its rising in the morning ’till its setting at night; at which
time, if his heart and his strength have not failed him, he is “cut
down,” receives the liberal donation of presents (which have been
thrown into a pile before him during the day), and also the name and
the style of a doctor, or _medicine-man_, which lasts him, and ensures
him respect, through life.
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