Outlines of Zuñi Creation Myths: Thirteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1891-1892, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1896, pages 321-448Cushing, Frank Hamilton
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Outlines of Zuñi Creation Myths: Thirteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1891-1892, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1896, pages 321-448
Cushing, Frank Hamilton
Zuni mythology
Forthwith the warriors returned to the council of the fathers, relating
how that their message had been well received, and the eagle leapt
forth and winged his way high into the sky--high, high, until he
circled among the clouds, small seeming and swift, as seed-down in a
whirlwind. And all through the heights he circled and sailed, to the
north, the west, the south and the east. Yet nowhere saw he trace
of the Maidens. Then he flew lower, returning, and the people heard
the roar of his wings almost ere the warriors were rested, and arose
eagerly to receive his tidings. As he alighted, the fathers said,
"Enter thou and sit, oh brother, and say to us what thou hast to say;"
and they offered him the cigarette of the space-relations.
When they had puffed to the regions and purified his breath with smoke,
and blown smoke over the sacred things, then the Eagle spake: "Far have
I journeyed, scanning all the regions. Neither blue bird nor wood-rat
can hide from my seeing," said he, snapping his beak and looking
aslant. "Neither of them, unless they hide under bushes; yet have I
failed to see aught of the maidens ye seek for. Send you, therefore,
for my younger brother the Falcon; strong of flight is he, yet not
so potently strong as I, and nearer the ground he takes his way ere
sunrise."
Then the Eagle, scarce awaiting the thanks of the fathers, spread
his wings and flew away to Twin mountain, and the Warrior Priests of
the Bow, sought again fleetly over the plain to the westward for his
younger brother, the Falcon.
THE SEEKING OF THE MAIDENS OF CORN BY THE FALCON.
They found him sitting on an ant hill; nor would he have paused but for
their cries of peaceful import, for, said he, as they approached him,
"If ye have snare-strings I will be off like the flight of an arrow
well plumed of our feathers!"
"Nay, now!" said the twain. "Thy elder brother hath bidden us seek
thee." Thereupon they told him what had passed, and how that the Eagle
had failed to find their maidens so white and beautiful.
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