This motion, the conjurers say, is produced by the concussion of the
air. The spirits come and enter with such velocity that it is the _wind
they produce_ which occasions it. The conjurer is all the while seated
peaceably in the bottom, (on the ground) of his hut.
Some of them to shew their power have had small sticks of the hardest
wood (such as produces the wild pear, and of which the Indians make
their arrows, and ram-rods for guns) about the size of a man's finger,
made as sharp-pointed as possible and dried, when they become in
consequence nearly as dangerous as iron or bayonets. Some have
eighteen, twenty-four, more or less, though seldom less than eighteen
planted in the bottom of their hut. They are about twelve or fourteen
inches out of the ground.
On the points of these sticks is the conjurer placed, sometimes on his
bottom, at others on his knees and elbows. And there he remains as
quietly and composedly as if he were on "_a bed of roses_". And when he
comes off, no marks of injury appear, though he entered naked, only
his cloute about him, and of course the cords with which he is
tied. _Their familiars (their dreamed, or those who appear to them in
their dreams and promise them their assistance and protection) support
them so that no injury happens them!!!_
{13} [Mythology]
[North Wind and his Daughter (The Birth of Wee-suck-ā-jāāk and Mishabôse)]
March 29th.--I feel but very indifferently disposed to write, but I am
on the eve of an accumulation of business and may not after a few days
have the necessary time, so that I shall [take the] risk.
A couple of days back, I have been conversing with a Cree (Indian) who
_piecemeal_ gives me the following account of their mythology:
The North (Wind), apparently one of oldest of created rational beings,
thus addressed his daughter, his only child, "My daughter! Be very
careful, and remember that anything you do, or wherever you go, on
turning yourself, turn _always in the same direction with the sun, and
never in a contrary direction_."
Now women are a compound of perverseness, obstinacy and curiosity, and
withall forgetful enough too _sometimes_. This girl, one day she was
chopping fire-wood. Without thinking of her father's admonition, in
going to another tree, [she] turned round to the right in a contrary
direction to the sun, and instantly fell to the ground and died.
The time she used to take up in this occupation being expired, her
parents became very uneasy, and after some search, found her on her
_back_ dead, and her belly [swollen] to an enormous size. The father and
mother, on each or opposite sides, contemplated her situation with
great grief. At last the father arose, stood up, and made a long
speech, praying to "The Father of Life" to have mercy and compassion
on his child.
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