The Myths of the North American IndiansSpence, Lewis
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The Myths of the North American Indians
Spence, Lewis
Indian mythology -- North America; Indians of North America -- Folklore
CHAPTER VII: MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF THE NORTHERN AND NORTH-WESTERN INDIANS
Haida Demi-Gods
There is a curious Haida story told of the origin of certain
supernatural people, who are supposed to speak through the _shamans_,
or medicine-men, and of how they got their names.
Ten brothers went out to hunt with their dogs. While they were
climbing a steep rocky mountain a thick mist enveloped them, and they
were compelled to remain on the heights. By and by they made a fire,
and the youngest, who was full of mischief, cast his bow in it. When
the bow was burnt the hunters were astonished to see it on the level
ground below. The mischievous brother thereupon announced his
intention of following his weapon, and by the same means. Though the
others tried hard to dissuade him, he threw himself on the blazing
fire, and was quickly consumed. His brothers then beheld him on the
plain vigorously exhorting them to follow his example. One by one they
did so, some boldly, some timorously, but all found themselves at last
on the level ground.
As the brothers travelled on they heard a wren chirping, and they saw
that one of their number had a blue hole in his heart. Farther on they
found a hawk's feather, which they tied in the hair of the youngest.
They came at length to a deserted village on the shores of an inlet,
and took possession of one of the huts. For food they ate some
mussels, and having satisfied their hunger they set out to explore the
settlement. Nothing rewarded their search but an old canoe, moss-grown
and covered with nettles. When they had removed the weeds and scraped
off the moss they {313} repaired it, and the mischievous one who had
led them into the fire made a bark bailer for it, on which he carved
the representation of a bird. Another, who had in his hair a bunch of
feathers, took a pole and jumped into the canoe. The rest followed,
and the canoe slid away from the shore. Soon they came in sight of a
village where a _shaman_ was performing.
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