Zuñi Fetiches: Second Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1880-1881, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1883, pages 3-45 — John Shaqi
Zuñi Fetiches: Second Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1880-1881, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1883, pages 3-45Cushing, Frank Hamilton
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Zuñi Fetiches: Second Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution, 1880-1881, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1883, pages 3-45
Lú-k'ia yät ton-né, hom tä-tchú k'ia-pin hâ-í, to-pin-té yät-ton-né,
This day my father game being, one day
raw
to-pin-té teh-thli-na-né, tom an o-né yäthl u-lap-nap-té. Hothl
one night thy own trail over round about However
(even) though.
yam á-wi-te-lin tsi-tau-án to-pin-té i-te-tchu-ná hom tâ
to me earth mother (with) one step to me thou
your
an-k'o-ha-ti-ná. Tom an k'iah-kwïn an-ti-shi-ma-ná, tom an
shalt grant(favor). Thy own blood wanting, thy own
life-fluid
shi-i-nán án-ti-shi-mán a-k'iá tom lithl hâ häl-lo-wa-ti-nán
flesh wanting, hence to thee, here I good fortunes
á-thle-a-ú thlâ á-thle-a-ú. Lé-we tá-kuthl po-ti′ hom
(ad)dress, treasure (ad)dress. Thus much woods round filled to me
all the about
an tom yä′t-ti-na tsú-ma-k'ie-ná. Hom á-tä-tchú, hom ton
mine you grasping strong shall. My all-fathers, to me you
án-k'o-ha-ti-na-wá. Hom ton té-k'o-ha-na án-ik-tchi-a-nap-tú.
favor do (all). To me you light (favor) meet with _do_.
FREE TRANSLATION.
Si! This day, my father, thou game animal, even though thy trail one day
and one night hast (been made) round about; however, grant unto me one
step of my earth-mother. Wanting thy life-blood, wanting thy flesh,
hence I here address to thee good fortune, address to thee treasure.
All ye woods that fill (the country) round about me, (do) grasp for me
strongly. [This expression beseeches that the logs, sticks, branches,
brambles, and vines shall impede the progress of the chased animal.] My
fathers, favor me. Grant unto me the light of your favor, do.
The hunter then takes out his fetich, places its nostrils near his lips,
breaths deeply from them, as though to inhale the supposed magic breath
of the God of Prey, and puffs long and quite loudly in the general
direction whither the tracks tend. He then, utters three or four times a
long low cry of, "Hu-u-u-u!" It is supposed that the breath of the god,
breathed in temporarily by the hunter, and breathed outward toward the
heart of the pursued animal, will overcome the latter and stiffen his
limbs, so that he will fall an easy prey; and that the low roar, as of
the beast of prey, will enter his consciousness and frighten him so as
to conceal from him the knowledge of any approach.
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