The Golden Bough: A Study in Magic and Religion (Third Edition, Vol. 08 of 12)Frazer, James George
Religion
The Golden Bough: A Study in Magic and Religion (Third Edition, Vol. 08 of 12)
Frazer, James George
Magic; Mythology; Religion; Superstition
(M67) The Thompson Indians of British Columbia cook and eat the sunflower
root (_Balsamorrhiza sagittata_, Nutt.), but they used to regard it as a
mysterious being, and observed a number of taboos in connexion with it;
for example, women who were engaged in digging or cooking the root must
practise continence, and no man might come near the oven where the women
were baking the root. When young people ate the first berries, roots, or
other products of the season, they addressed a prayer to the
Sunflower-Root as follows: “I inform thee that I intend to eat thee.
Mayest thou always help me to ascend, so that I may always be able to
reach the tops of mountains, and may I never be clumsy! I ask this from
thee, Sunflower-Root. Thou art the greatest of all in mystery.” To omit
this prayer would make the eater lazy and cause him to sleep long in the
morning. Again, when the first tobacco of the season was gathered and
smoked for the first time, the inhabitants of each lodge among the
Thompson Indians observed the following ceremony. An elderly man assembled
all the inmates, often outside the lodge and generally after sunset, and
caused all the adult men and women, who were in the habit of smoking, to
sit down in a circle, while he stood in the middle. Sometimes he made a
long speech to the people, but as a rule he simply said, “Be it known to
you that we will cut up the chief,” meaning by the chief the tobacco. So
saying he cut up some of the tobacco, and after mixing it with bear-berry
leaves he filled a large pipe, lighted it, and handed it to each person,
following the sun’s course. Everybody took one whiff, and holding up his
or her hands, the palms close together, blew the smoke downwards between
the fingers and over the breast; and as the smoke descended, he crossed
his hands on his breast, and rubbing his chest and shoulders with both
hands, as if he were rubbing the smoke in, he prayed: “Lengthen my breath,
chief, so that I may never be sick, and so that I may not die for a long
time to come.” By the chief he meant the tobacco. When every one had had
his whiff, the tobacco was cut up small and a piece given to each
person.(227)
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