Showing posts with label wolf legend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wolf legend. Show all posts
Tuesday

The Shoshoni people saw the Wolf as a creator God and they respected him greatly. Long ago, Wolf, and many other animals, walked and talked like man.

Coyote could talk, too, but the Shoshoni people kept far away from him because he was a Trickster, somebody who is always up to no good and out to double-cross you.

Coyote resented Wolf because he was respected by the Shoshoni. Being a devious Trickster, Coyote decided it was time to teach Wolf a lesson. He would make the Shoshoni people dislike Wolf, and he had the perfect plan. Or so he thought.

One day, Wolf and Coyote were discussing the people of the land. Wolf claimed that if somebody were to die, he could bring them back to life by shooting an arrow under them. Coyote had heard this boast before and decided to put his plan into action.

Wearing his most innocent smile he told Wolf that if he brought everyone back to life, there would soon be no room left on Earth. Once people die, said Coyote, they should remain dead.

If Wolf takes my advice, thought Coyote, then the Shoshoni people would hate Wolf, once and for all.

Wolf was getting tired of Coyote constantly questioning his wisdom and knew he was up to no good, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded wisely and decided it was time to teach Coyote a lesson.

A few days after their conversation, Coyote came running to Wolf. Coyote's fur was ruffled and his eyes were wide with panic.

Wolf already knew what was wrong: Coyote's son had been bitten by Rattlesnake and no animal can survive the snake's powerful venom.

Coyote pleaded with Wolf to bring his son back to life by shooting an arrow under him, as he claimed he could do.

Wolf reminded Coyote of his own remark that people should remain dead. He was no longer going to bring people back to life, as Coyote had suggested.

The Shoshoni people say that was the day Death came to the land and that, as a punishment for his mischievous ways, Coyote's son was the first to die.

No one else was ever raised from the dead by Wolf again, and the people came to know sadness when someone dies. Despite Coyote's efforts, however, the Shoshoni didn't hate Wolf. Instead, they admired his strength, wisdom and power, and they still do today.


Wednesday

The song of the wolf has been revered since time began. The Cree believed heavenly wolves visited the Earth when the northern lights shone in winter. And wolf howls helped spirits to make the journey to the Great Spirit.

Other tribes thought the wolf howled after eating in order to invite the scavengers such as birds and rodents to come and eat. When all the land was covered with water, the trickster Wisagatcak pulled up some trees and made a raft. On it, he collected many kinds of animals swimming in the waters. The Raven left the raft, flying for a whole day, and saw no land, so Wisagatcak called the Wolf to help. Wolf ran around and around the raft with a ball of moss in his mouth.

The moss grew, and the earth grew on it. It spread on the raft and kept on growing until it made the whole world. This is how the Earth was created.

In Native American Legend, The children of the earth were the animals. And the child known as Big Mouth, howled in the forest and sent spirit messages to a world beyond. Today we understand the science of wolves, but to many their soul has been lost.

A once cunning hunter has become prey to humans. A magnificient and revered creature, has now for many considered as vermin. And what was once a voice to the spirit world, Now seems a mournful farewell to the world, from which wolves have been cast.

By: Graham Greene

Tuesday

Northwest Coastal Wolf Legend

A long time ago, a young woman of the tribe, with three companions, was walking outside the village. They were going to a place called Tomak'cluh to look for ah-et's'l, a small plant whose roots they use for food.

During the journey a Wolf went trotting across their path, strong and sleek and scarcely noticing the girls. The young woman said: "How handsome he is! I wish my husband, when I marry, could be as strong and as fearless."

At nighttime the women went to sleep, and the Wolf came in. (The Wolves know everything and read the minds of human creatures). The girl did not know that he had come, but the Wolf woke the sleeping girl, and told her he was going to take her with him. Opening her eyes, she saw a fine young man standing before her.....

The young woman went with the Wolf to his home in the mountain, and was there a long time. Two sons were born who grew up to be half Wolf and half man.

The old father of the girl, meanwhile, did not know where his daughter had gone, and was greatly troubled. At her home they tried everywhere to find her, looking in vain in all sorts of places, until they grieved for her as dead.

In the Wolf country the oldest son, grown to be a man, asked his mother why he looked different from the people around him (the Wolves). The mother had told him that he came from another place, and that there, far from where the Wolves live, dwelt her own father.


Then the son asked when she was going home, because he wished very much to see what it was like there. So the woman told her husband that their son would like to see his grandfather. He finally agreed, but before they went, as a gift to his wife, the Wolf began to teach the woman about the Klukwana [the wolf ritual], which they had there. It was the Chief of Wolves that the woman have married and all the wolves came to the Chief's house to have Klukwana.

When she had learned all about it, the Wolves came to take her away to her own village.

They brought her to her father's house at night, and waited behind the other houses, but did not come near. The woman went in to wake her father, and began talking to him of a daughter he had lost, though she kept hidden who she was. She said she herself had a Wolf husband, and that she had with her two sons. The woman also told her father many things about the Wolves, and that the villagers must not do anything when the Wolves howled, or try to harm them. Instead they must try to learn from them.

The old father had been much grieved because his daughter was dead, but he did not know her because it was nighttime and she was much changed after so many years. But at last had revealed herself to him and told him that now she was going to have a "song" of her own as a sign that the Wolves had brought her back and by which he might know her again.

The father gathered his people and told them of his daughter's return. They heard the wolves outside and began to beat on long boards and sticks. The wolves howled four times and departed.

Then the woman taught her father all about Klukwana, and the secrets she had learned from the Wolves as to their power and strength.

After she had taught him all the songs and all the dances, the father began the Klukwana and later taught the rest of the tribe all that his daughter had learned from the Wolves.

Source : - - Alice Ernst, The Wolf Ritual of the Northwest Coast 


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Monday

A Sioux Legend

A Dakota girl married a man who promised to treat her kindly, but he did not keep his word. He was unreasonable, fault-finding, and often beat her. Frantic with his cruelty, she ran away. The whole village turned out to search for her, but no trace of the missing wife was to be found.

Meanwhile, the fleeing woman had wandered about all that day and the next night. The next day she met a man, who asked her who she was. She did not know it, but he was not really a man, but the chief of the wolves.

"Come with me," he said, and he led her to a large village.

She was amazed to see here many wolves--gray and black, timber wolves and coyotes. It seemed as if all the wolves in the world were there.

The wolf chief led the young woman to a great tipi and invited her in. He asked her what she ate for food.

"Buffalo meat," she answered.

He called two coyotes and bade them bring what the young woman wanted. They bounded away and soon returned with the shoulder of a fresh-killed buffalo calf.

"How do you prepare it for eating?" asked the wolf chief.

"By boiling," answered the young woman.

Again he called the two coyotes. Away they bounded and soon brought into the tent a small bundle. In it were punk, flint and steel--stolen, it may be, from some camp of men.

"How do you make the meat ready?" asked the wolf chief.

"I cut it into slices," answered the young woman.

The coyotes were called and in a short time fetched in a knife in its sheath. The young woman cut up the calf's shoulder into slices and ate it.

Thus she lived for a year, all the wolves being very kind to her.

At the end of that time the wolf chief said to her, "Your people are going off on a buffalo hunt. Tomorrow at noon they will be here. You must then go out and meet them or they will fall on us and kill us."

The next day at about noon the young woman went to the top of a neighboring knoll. Coming toward her were some young men riding on their ponies. She stood up and held her hands so that they could see her.

They wondered who she was, and when they were close by gazed at her closely.

"A year ago we lost a young woman; if you are she, where have you been," they asked.

"I have been in the wolves' village. Do not harm them," she answered.

"We will ride back and tell the people," they said. "Tomorrow at noon, we shall meet you.

The young woman went back to the wolf village, and the next day went again to a neighboring knoll, though to a different one. Soon she saw the camp coming in a long line over the prairie. First were the warriors, then the women and tents.

The young woman's father and mother were overjoyed to see her. But when they came near her the young woman fainted, for she could not now bear the smell of human kind. When she came to herself she said, "You must go on a buffalo hunt, my father and all the hunters. Tomorrow you must come again, bringing with you the tongues and choice pieces of the kill."

This he promised to do; and all the men of the camp mounted their ponies and they had a great hunt. The next day they returned with their ponies laden with the buffalo meat.

The young woman bade them pile the meat in a great heap between two hills which she pointed out to them. There was so much meat that the tops of the two hills were bridged level between by the meat pile.

In the center of the pile the young woman planted a pole with a red flag. She then began to howl like a wolf, loudly.

In a moment the Earth seemed covered with wolves. They fell greedily on the meat pile and in a short time had eaten the last scrap.

The young woman then joined her own people.

Her husband wanted her to come and live with him again. For a long time she refused. However, at last they became reconciled.

Sunday

An Ancient legend From Native American Creek Nation

Two pretty girls lived not far from Rabbit and Wolf. One day Rabbit called upon Wolf and said, "Let's go and visit those pretty girls up the road."

"All right," Wolf said, and they started off.

When they got to the girls' house, they were invited in, but both girls took a great liking to Wolf and paid all their attention to him while Rabbit had to sit by and look on. Rabbit of course was not pleased by this, and he soon said, "We had better be going back."

"Let's wait a while longer," Wolf replied, and they remained until late in the day. Before they left, Rabbit found a chance to speak to one of the girls so that Wolf could not overhear and he said, "The one you've been having so much fun with is my old horse."

"I think you are lying," the girl replied.

"No, I am not. You shall see me ride him up here tomorrow."

"If we see you ride him up here," the girl said with a laugh, "we'll believe he's only your old horse."

When the two left the house, the girls said, "Well, call again."

Next morning Wolf was up early, knocking on Rabbit's door. "It's time to visit those girls again," he announced.

Rabbit groaned. "Oh, I was sick all night," he answered, "and I hardly feel able to go."

Wolf kept urging him, and finally Rabbit said, "If you will let me ride you, I might go along to keep you company."

Wolf agreed to carry him astride of his back. But then Rabbit said, "I would like to put a saddle on you so as to brace myself" When Wolf agreed to this, Rabbit added: "I believe it would be better if I should also bridle you."

Although Wolf objected at first to being bridled, he gave in when Rabbit said he did not think he could hold on and manage to get as far as the girls' house without a bridle. Finally Rabbit wanted to put on spurs.

"I am too ticklish," Wolf protested.

"I will not spur you with them," Rabbit promised. "I will hold them away from you, but it would be nicer to have them on."

At last Wolf agreed to this, but he repeated: "I am very ticklish. You must not spur me."

"When we get near the girls' house," Rabbit said, "we will take everything off you and walk the rest of the way."

And so they started up the road, Rabbit proudly riding upon Wolf's back. When they were nearly in sight of the house, Rabbit raked his spurs into Wolf's sides and Wolf galloped full speed right by the house.

"Those girls have seen you now," Rabbit said. "I will tie you here and go up to see them and try to explain everything. I'll come back after a while and get you."

And so Rabbit went back to the house and said to the girls: "You both saw me riding my old horse, did you not?"

"Yes," they answered, and he sat down and had a good time with them.

After a while Rabbit thought he ought to untie Wolf, and he started back to the place where he was fastened. He knew that Wolf must be very angry with him by this time, and he thought up a way to untie him and get rid of him without any danger to himself. He found a thin hollow log and began beating upon it as if it were a drum. Then he ran up to Wolf as fast as he could go, crying out: "The soldiers are hunting for you! You heard their drum. The soldiers are after you."

Wolf was very much frightened of soldiers. "Let me go, let me go!" he shouted.

Rabbit was purposely slow in untying him and had barely freed him when Wolf broke away and ran as fast as he could into the woods. Then Rabbit returned home, laughing to himself over how he had fooled Wolf, and feeling satisfied that he could have the girls to himself for a while.

Near the girls' house was a large peach orchard, and one day they asked Rabbit to shake the peaches off the tree for them. They went to the orchard together and he climbed up into a tree to shake the peaches off. While he was there Wolf suddenly appeared and called out: "Rabbit, old fellow, I'm going to even the score with you. I'm not going to leave you alone until I do."

Rabbit raised his head and pretended to be looking at some people off in the distance. Then he shouted from the treetop: "Here is that fellow, Wolf, you've been hunting for!" At this, Wolf took fright and ran away again.

Some time after this, Rabbit was resting against a tree-trunk that leaned toward the ground. When he saw Wolf coming along toward him, he stood up so that the bent tree-trunk pressed against his shoulder.

"I have you now," said Wolf, but Rabbit quickly replied: "Some people told me that if I would hold this tree up with the great power I have they would bring me four hogs in payment. Now, I don't like hog meat as well as you do, so if you take my place they'll give the hogs to you."

Wolf's greed was excited by this, and he said he was willing to hold up the tree. He squeezed in beside Rabbit, who said, "You must hold it tight or it will fall down." Rabbit then ran off, and Wolf stood with his back pressed hard against the bent tree- trunk until he finally decided he could stand it no longer. He jumped away quickly so the tree would not fall upon him. Then he saw that it was only a leaning tree rooted in the earth. "That Rabbit is the biggest liar," he cried. "If I can catch him I'll certainly fix him."

After that, Wolf hunted for Rabbit every day until he found him lying in a nice grassy place. He was about to spring upon him when Rabbit said, "My friend, I've been waiting to see you again. I have something good for you to eat. Somebody killed a pony out there in the road. If you wish I'll help you drag it out of the road to a place where you can make a feast off it."

"All right," Wolf said, and he followed Rabbit out to the road where a pony was lying asleep.

"I'm not strong enough to move the pony by myself," said Rabbit, "so I'll tie its tail to yours and help you by pushing."

Rabbit tied their tails together carefully so as not to awaken the pony. Then he grabbed the pony by the ears as if he were going to lift it up. The pony woke up, jumped to its feet, and ran away, dragging Wolf behind. Wolf struggled frantically to free his tail, but all he could do was scratch on the ground with his claws.

"Pull with all your might," Rabbit shouted after him.

"How can I pull with all my might," Wolf cried, "when I'm not standing on the ground?"

By and by, however, Wolf got loose, and then Rabbit had to go into hiding for a long, long time.


Saturday

The Wolf as Myth and Symbol

In the European mind, wolves long stood as a symbol of baneful, uncontrollable nature. As far back as the time of Aesop in 500 BCE (Before the Christian Era), wolves in literature are portrayed as wicked villains and long-fanged, terrible beasts. Before the Middle Ages, wolves were nearly always the greedy thief, criminal trickster, or cruel remorseless murderer. The wolf does not fare well in the European imagination.

In Historia animalium, Aristotle began the scientific inquiry about the wolf. He notes gestation lengths, how and when pups are born, and the fact that certain species of wolves are smaller than others. However, he also added his share of speculation: "The fleeces of the wool of flocks ...devoured by wolves, and the garments made from them... become...infested with lice..." (Aristotle 1965:129).

Nearing the beginning of the 12th century ACE (After the Christian Era), Aristotle’s fledgling scientific examinations were replaced by the full-blown mythology presented in early works precursing the bestiary such as the Physiologus. The Physiologus, although presented in a definitive volume, is likely the work of many authors, representing a coalescence of ancient oral literature. The Physiologus is not a collection of scientific facts about animals, but rather is a collection of fables, myths, and folklore. Over time, the Physiologus expanded into the more popular bestiary. Bestiaries often tried to incorporate moral imperatives of the growing Christian religion. This attempt to weave Christian beliefs into daily life transformed the bestiary from merely a collection of enjoyable stories into moral allegories (Lopez 1978). Although bestiaries were in existence even before the 4th century ACE, the first mention of Canis lupus appears after the 7th century ACE (Lopez 1978). Once the wolf appeared in the bestiary, a literary record of feelings toward and thoughts about the wolf begins. In his book Of Wolves and Men, Barry Lopez discusses ways the wolf was portrayed in bestiaries. He says:

The wolf of the Physiologi and the bestiaries could strike a [human dumb with his gaze....The wolf of the bestiary was reputed to have only one cervical vertebrae; thus he was unable to turn his head and look behind him...The wolf was thought to eat earth in times of great famine....The Devil seeks the saintliest to bring down. For the same reason, a sheep picked out of the flock and killed by wolves took on a special significance....T.H. White, in modern translation of a 12th century bestiary gives us a moralization regarding the wolf: "For what can we mean by the Wolf but the Devil?" (Lopez 1978:221)


The bestiaries were full of what we know today to be incorrect information about wolves. False biological assumptions, fantastical tales of the wolves' evil nature and religious imperatives regarding the Wolf and the Devil filled the pages. Perhaps the way we, today, are most familiar with the wolf is through those few of these tales that have managed a continued existence into the present day. In particular, we can look toward fables and fairy tales passed to us from earlier generations of Europeans. Among the most famous are Grimm’s Fairy Tales (1800s) and Aesop's Fables (500 BCE). The Brothers Grimm brought us tales such as "Little Red Riding Hood." Aesop's Fables brought us entertaining moral allegories such as "The Fox and the Grapes and Never Cry Wolf."

Aesop's Fables are very short tales that always end with a "moral." After giving a creative literary representation of a situation, the resolution precedes a sentence offering a moral lesson or some sort of ethical instruction. For example, examine the fable titled "The Nurse and the Wolf:"

"Be quiet now," said an old Nurse to a child sitting on her lap. "If you make that noise again I will throw you to the Wolf." Now it was chanced that a Wolf was passing close under the window as this was said. So he crouched down by the side of the house and waited. "I am in good luck to-day," thought he. "It is sure to cry soon, and a daintier morsel I haven't had for many a long day." So he waited, and he waited, and he waited, till at last the child began to cry, and the Wolf came forward before the window, looked up at the Nurse, wagging his tail. But all the Nurse did was to shut down the window and call for help, and the dogs of the house came rushing out. "Ah," said the Wolf as he galloped away, "Enemies’ promises were made to be broken." (Aesop 1947)

Aesop’s Fables do more than just offer a moral suggestion. Often the characters in the stories act as symbols. Since the fables are so short, the desired message must be delivered quickly and effectively. Using symbolic representations in the form of stereotypical characters facilitates that goal. The situations involved in both fairy tales and fables use character and creature symbols to convey situations more easily. The wolf is one of these chosen symbols. By looking closely at the way the wolf is portrayed in fables and fairy tales, we can see what the wolf symbolizes. The stereotypes and symbols evolved out of cultural feelings and beliefs, ultimately reinforcing themselves through the perpetuation of the fables and fairy tales. For example, the relevant points in The Nurse and the Wolf lie in the way the wolf is perceived. In this case, the wolf is conniving his way toward what he hopes is an easy dinner. The wolf is also a child-eater. The wolf patiently waits outside the window, hoping for such a "dainty morsel." Finally, as the Nurse hastens to close the window, the wolf is shown as a creature to be feared.

Many of Aesop's other fables portray the wolf in a similar way. The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing is the tale of a Wolf who is living just outside a pasture where sheep are kept and guarded. As the shepherd and his dogs are always present, the Wolf has great difficulty catching a meal of mutton. One day he discovers the skin of a sheep that was flayed and thrown aside. He puts the pelt on over his own, and starts out to walk among the sheep. The lamb of the sheep whose fleece he is wearing soon begins to follow him close by. Upon noticing this, the Wolf works his way to the end of the field where he quickly makes a meal of the little lamb. He continues this for some time and is always able to find an easy dinner as appearances are deceptive. Once again, it is interesting to inspect the assumptions about the wolf that are inherent in this tale. Like the first fable, the wolf is portrayed in a decidedly negative light. The wolf is shown as a tricky, conniving, greedy thief who will go to great lengths to tear into the flesh of a poor little lamb.


Aesop's Fables also portray the wolf in connection with wild nature and wilderness. As we will see later, the conceptual connection between wolves and unbridled, untamed, unkempt, and uncontrollable wilderness in the European mind links directly with religious attempts to exterminate wolves.

In contrast to the previous fables we examined, the fable titled The Wolf and the Dog, portrays the wolf as part of nature and as a truly free spirit. In the following paragraph, I retell the fable in my own creative dialogue:

A starving Wolf comes upon a plump and obviously well-fed dog. Gaunt and near-death in her hunger, the Wolf approaches the Dog. The Dog says to her, "Aah, Cousin, I knew how it would be; your irregular life will soon be the ruin of you. Why do you not work steadily as I do, and get your food regularly given to you?" The Wolf replies that this seems like the ideal situation. She asserts that she regrets not having a place, as the Dog does, among humans. The Dog replies, "Ah, just come along with me to my Master. You may share my work and you will always be fed. This I can easily arrange." Surprised by her good luck, the Wolf follows the Dog toward town. Soon, the Wolf notices a spot on the Dog's neck where the fur has been worn away. The Wolf inquires of the Dog why this is so. The Dog replies, "Oh, that? That is where my collar is fastened so that I may be chained up in the yard. It sometimes chafes a bit, but I am used to it." The Wolf stops and stares a moment in disbelief. She then asks, "So you cannot run free? You cannot roam? You must always stay in one place?" The Dog confirms the Wolf's suspicions, but points out that a collar is a small price to pay for plentiful food. The Wolf replies, "I cannot accept this! I see it is better to starve free than to be a fat slave! Good bye to you, friend Dog!" The Wolf turns and sprints back into the depths of the forest.

This fable is especially intriguing in that makes a clear connection between the wild wolf, freedom, and wilderness. It admits that the wolf sometimes has a hard life. It shows the wolf's desire to be free and to wander. Although this fable does not show the wolf in a wholly positive light, neither is the wolf portrayed as evil. This fable is important because it substantiates, through symbolism, the conceptual connection between the wolf and the wild.

In Aesop's Fables, we saw the wolf portrayed as a wild, boundless animal who is a conniving, tricky, sneaky thief and killer. This falls directly into line with the wolf as a symbol of evil in European society.

Whereas fables are typically short and moralistic, a fairy tale is a sometimes lengthy story whose main purpose is to entertain. Fairy tales occasionally contain a moral lesson, but unlike fables, the moral is not the focal point of the tale. Although the literary structure of fairy tales differs from that of fables, tales and fables differ little in their content regarding wolves. One needs only to recall some of the more famous fairy tales to elucidate the similarities. Recall the tale of the Three Little Pigs. Each Pig tries to build a house that will provide protection from the Wolf. But neither straw nor sticks can protect the little pigs as the Wolf "huffs and puffs and blows their houses down!" and promptly eats them. The smartest Pig builds his house of brick, which, fortunately, the evil Wolf is unable to destroy.


Consider also Little Red Riding Hood. As the tale goes, the young red-hooded Girl starts out through the dark and dangerous woods to her Grandmother's house. She is warned to go there directly, to make no stops. Along the way, she meets a Wolf, who asks of her where she going and who she is. Not knowing the "true" nature of the Wolf, she is not frightened. The Wolf then conceives of his plan to snap up both the Grandmother and the plump and tasty morsel of Little Red Riding Hood herself. The Wolf tempts the child to dally in the forest by pointing out the beautiful flowers and melodious birds. Although instructed otherwise, Little Red Riding Hood cannot resist the Wolf's temptation. With Little Red Riding Hood occupied by picking flowers and listening to birds, the Wolf rushes off to Grandmother's house. He tricks the Grandmother into allowing him to enter the house, and immediately eats her. He then dons her nightgown and sleeping cap, and crawls into the bed, drawing the covers up high. When Little Red Riding Hood arrives at the house, the Wolf makes short business of eating her. Having satisfied himself, he falls asleep in Grandmother's bed. This tale is replete with symbolism regarding the wolf. The wolf is portrayed as a tempting, greedy, deceptive killer and eater of small children and old women.

Alongside fears expressed in the fables and fairy tales, Europeans also had a deep seated fear of the werewolf. Lycanthropy refers to the quality of being a werewolf or human-wolf. A lycanthrope is a person who assumes the human-wolf form. These half-human/half-wolf creatures were seen as manifestations of the Devil. Legend tells us that these dark, evil creatures of the night would come into villages under cover of darkness to feed upon mortals.

Through the powers of Satan, and occasionally out of free will, normal humans sometimes can acquire the ability to shape-shift into the "lurid, sensational, criminal, and irrational" wolf-like creatures (Otten 1986). Acting from violence and evil, these human-wolves manifested all that was projected onto and hated about wolves, nature, and human nature in general. In the time of the Inquisition, hysteria revolving around werewolves and their criminal acts was nothing short of epidemic. Just as the massive witch trials in Salem led to the burning murder of so-called witches, the craze of werewolves led to a similar massacre. Suspected werewolves were burned alive at the stake. One writer, Montague Summers, who deeply studied the wolf lore of the Middle Ages, writes:

The werewolf loved to tear raw human flesh. He lapped the blood of his mangled victims, and with gorged reeking belly he bore the warm offal of their palpitating entrails to the sabbat to present in homage and foul sacrifice to the Monstrous Goat who sat upon the throne of worship and adoration. His appetites were depraved beyond humanity (Summers 1966:123).


The pre-existing real and imagined fears of wolves exacerbated and gave credence to the tales of these werewolves. The werewolf is thought of by some researchers to represent how difficult the switch from an organicist world view to the mechanistic world view really was . Since the werewolf represents unbridled nature to the fullest extent, werewolfism can be seen as a psychological response to a new world imperative that ordered humans to separate nature from culture within themselves, and to discard as useless and even vile that which corresponded with the "nature" half of the culture/nature dualism. The werewolf also helped to contribute to the development of the wolf as a symbol of unkempt and unruly nature.

Most importantly, emerging out of these fables and myths is a symbol: not the wolf itself, but instead a caricature that barely corresponds to reality. Humans created the wolf in their minds. Telling tales that perhaps began as innocent stories of a creature that awed and frightened people, European society escalated these tales into near-truths. Over time, the mythology and beliefs people held toward wolves created the symbolic wolf.

In the far distant past, many different human civilizations existed in a state of relative peace with the land and each other . Guided by a holistic goddess religion, ancient peoples respected and revered nature, life, and the creatures that were part of the Earth (Eisler 1987). Evidence of the ability to live in relative peace with nature and even predators is exemplified through the wolf rituals practiced by Native Americans. Although the wolf, the grizzly bear and other large mammals posed, perhaps, a threat to Native Americans, instead of destroying the populations of these animals, Native Americans learned to live in harmony with them. Wolf rituals practiced on the northwest coast of the United States are a case in point. These exceedingly complex and sacred rituals were a way of revering the wolf. Native Americans respected and admired the strength and survival skills of the wolf. These ceremonies ensured respect for the wolf, as those participating sought to receive the strength, hunting skills and bravery exhibited by wolves.

Native Americans, like the ancient peoples living under the guidance of the earth goddesses, saw and respected the interconnections between all aspects of the natural environment. These ancient egalitarian goddess societies left sometimes vast traces of their civilizations. Archeologists believe that the goddess-centered societies had a deep, religious respect for women, nature, life, and life-givers. These civilizations lived in a state of sexual equality and harmony with nature or literally thousands of years. Slowly, however, due to many varied factors including increases in the number of warring peoples, the development of male-based social hierarchies, the introduction of Christianity, and the rise of science-religion, the state of equilibrium began to crumble . The holistic, life-centered world view began to shift. Instead of viewing the world as a living creature made up of living interdependent parts, nature came to be viewed mechanically, like a clock. Slowly, over a long period of time, the cogs and wheels in the system became no more than lifeless, inanimate parts, functioning individualistically to form a whole that is no greater than the simple sum of its parts .

Carolyn Merchant (1980) describes the cognitive and physical events that preceded and endorsed the shift to a mechanistic world view in great detail. Although the paradigm shift from an organic to a mechanistic world view began centuries before, Merchant attributes much of the impetus for a final and full paradigm shift to the advent of the scientific revolution in the early 17th century. The organic-mechanistic shift occurred very slowly. The ancient goddess societies revered women, nature, and all life. The beginning stages of the mechanistic shift began to devalue women. Then, through time, nature came to be devalued as well. Even as early as 500 BCE (the time of Aesop) hints of the organic-mechanistic shift exist in the mythology and fables of the time. Merchant picks up on this, asserting not that the organic-mechanistic shift occurred at the time of the scientific revolution (approximately 1480), but that the famous male minds of the scientific revolution such as Descartes, Hobbes, Locke, and Newton exacerbated the shift, causing it to become more evident in mainstream culture .The shift to a mechanistic paradigm is very important with respect to the wolf.


The dualistic thinking that comprises part of the mechanistic world view created separations between parts of a whole. Men were conceptually separated from women, culture from nature, and rationality from emotion. These dualistic pairs were regarded as having a dominant or superior half: men, culture and rationality. After the belief that men, culture and rationality are superior to their counterparts followed the notion that the subordinate parts (nature, women, and emotion) should be destroyed, dismantled, ignored, and devalued. Because nature and women were conceptually devalued, any feminine or naturalistic human attributes were shoved aside as irrelevant parts of the cultured human.

Murder, destruction, disorder, and emotion were all traits cast out of human culture and squarely upon the realm of nature. Instead of recognizing these traits as integrated parts of humanity, negatively perceived characteristics were scapegoated onto nature and animals. It was animals who were wild, bloodthirsty, remorseless murderers. Despite the fact that humans are perhaps the most ferocious of all predators, they saw themselves as civilized, culturally advanced, and undeniably separate from and better than the disorganized, disheveled natural world. In this way, the human characteristics associated with nature or the natural world were denied and projected negatively outward onto other animals.

Unfortunately for the wolf, it became one of the "others" upon whom these negative traits were projected. The wolf became a literal reservoir for emotions and characteristics that humans sought to separate from themselves. Characteristics relating to wildness and to nature, such as savagery, brutishness, lawlessness, and remorselessness, among others, were transposed away from civil and governed humanity to the outlaws of nature. People failed to recognize that they were exhibiting the very behaviors they falsely attributed to and condemned in the wolf. They sought after killing and exterminating the wolf with a bloodthirsty fervor that cannot match even the most extreme notions of the evil wolf. By rejecting the predator within ourselves and projecting these qualities onto wolves and nature, we as humans refuse responsibility for our own predacious actions (Burbank 1990:171).

The displacement of "undesirable" human characteristics onto the wolf provided an impetus for their destruction. It also began the creation of the symbolic wolf. Seen as manifesting all of the negative, brute qualities of unbridled wildness, the wolf began its journey as an outlaw. Wolves were seen as a direct embodiment of uncontrollable nature.

Upon a foundation of the wolf as a manifestation of negative natural qualities, layers of mythology and religion were glued. The fables and fairy tales further advanced the notion of the wolf as evil and uncontrollable. "Denial of human animality, violence, and wildness, and the ascription of these traits to the wolf and to the world of nature has resulted not only in the eradication of wolves, but in the decimation of the natural world..." (Burbank 1990:179). In trying to reconcile the loss of holism created by mechanistic, dualistic thinking, Europeans developed within themselves the symbolic wolf. The Europeans fought against this wild wolf conceptually and physically in hopes of conquering that which they banished from--but still existed--within themselves.
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Friday

It had been a long and cold winter. Food was scarce. Many of the old ones and the babies died before spring arrived. As spring came, the animals became more active in the woodlands and forests and the men went out on many hunts to find food, to make the people strong again.

The men found little. They often saw a pack of wolves on these journeys and some of the men said it was because of the wolves that game had become so scarce. During the winter, when the snows were too deep, the wolves could go where man could not, and could easily take down the deer and the moose. The deer and moose gave the people not only food to live, but their fur and hides were a necessity as well. Nothing was wasted in a successful hunt.

"It is not the wolves." Four Steps said. Four Steps, a young warrior had been so named, for the way he often walked, as a young boy, four steps at a time. He took each thing in life slowly, looking closely, taking the time to try to understand and learn and see what he may not have seen when he first looked. "The wolves are our brothers too. They have families to feed and take only what they too need to survive." he said to the other men.

"Listen to him!" laughed Dark Sky. "He knows all about wolves." Dark Sky snorted in laughter, and some of the other men joined in.

"I say that as long as these wolves roam our hunting grounds, we will not have food for our familes, or hides." Dark Sky said. "I say we should hunt these wolves. Kill them. We are hungry enough to eat wolf and it will rid them from our lands."

"I do not agree Dark Sky." Four Steps said.

"You do not agree? Where is the food for the people then? What will you say when we return again, empty handed while our people's bellies ache with hunger?" Four Steps did not answer.

The men returned to the village, not entirely empty-handed. They had managed to find some rabbit and squirrel. At least there was something to eat, but not nearly enough.

The women did what they could to feed as many with the food the men had brought back to the village. Four Steps watched one young woman. She was very beautiful, the daughter of Dark Sky. How he longed to play his flute for her, but it could never be. Dark Sky would never permit it. Four Steps did not know why Dark Sky did not like him. He wished there was something he could do to change that. He knew speaking for the wolves only angered Dark Sky more.

She was called Little Flower. Little Flower knew Four Steps watched her. She would look up from her work, but did not allow him to know she too, looked at him. She liked Four Steps, even though she knew her Father did not seem to like him at all. He had no reason that she knew. Her Father was very angry after the last hunt because Four Steps had spoken for the wolves.

If her Father knew what she had done, Little Flower was afraid of what he might do to her. No one in the village knew what she had done, or where she often went. She thought about speaking to Four Steps about the wolves. But she was afraid to do that.

She finished her work and as soon as she could, she left the village and started the long walk into the deep woods. She had walked this way many times before. Finally she reached her destination and she was greeted with howls and yips and joyful nips to her arms and legs.

"Oh my friends, I have missed you this long winter!" Little Flower said.

The wolves surrounded her. "We have missed you," one of the older wolves said. "It has been a hard winter for our pack. Many died. Wild and Free died." It was very quiet. Little Flower sat with her friends and could not hold back her tears. Wild and Free. The leading female of the pack. Strong. A fierce hunter and fighter for her pack. A good Mother.

"My friends I am worried about you all." Little Flower said. "My people in the village have gone hungry all winter. Food is scarce. The hunting parties have not see moose or deer but they have seen the pack. They blame all of you for no deer or moose. My own Father has spoken against you. He blames you all for this. I am afraid he will come and do harm to you. So, I have come to warn you. The pack must move on. If you remain here, you may be hunted and killed. My Father has even talked about eating the meat of your bodies. I am sorry my friends."

"Leave? We cannot leave." said Brown One. "This too, is our land. Our home."

"But you must." Little Flower said. "You might be killed."

"We need a strong leader." said another wolf. "Little Flower stay with us."

"I cannot stay with you. I am not a wolf. I am not a leader." Little Flower said. "I love you all, but how can I stay and be a leader when I am not a wolf, but a young woman? What about my own family? My Mother and Father and brothers and sisters?"

"We are your family." another wolf said quietly. "It is time for you to know."

"Know what?" Little Flower asked. "You look like a young woman Little Flower," the wolf said, "but you can talk with us. You come to the pack and spend more time with us than you do with the people of the village. It is time for you to return to us forever."

Little Flower did not know what to say. She was afraid. She did not understand. She had come here since she could first walk alone. It has been this way all her life. It was natural for her. She never gave thought to speaking with the wolves or being as one with them. It was as it was.

Suddenly, there was a loud howl. Little Flower had never heard a wolf howl in such a way. The sky began to darken and before long, day turned to night.

A dark figure came from the woods beyond the pack. The most beautiful wolf Little Flower had ever seen. Pure white, with the most beautiful fur. His eyes seemed to glow - they were of the deepest blue. As the white wolf walked toward her, suddenly, he changed and it was Four Steps! But just as quickly as he had changed from man to wolf, in the blink of an eye, he became man again.

Little Flower closed her eyes and fell into a long sleep. When she woke, it was day again and the sun was bright and warm. She moved to stand up, but she felt different. She looked down and she had strong white paws and thick fur and she stood as a wolf, on all fours.

"It is Runs Wild. You are our leader. You have taken the place of the great one of the wolves. You are Runs Wild. You are a part of us forever."

Little Flower had become one of the pack. Their leader. In time, she forgot about her people, her family, her village. The wolf pack were her family and this land in which they lived, her village.

In the village where she had been born, and known as Little Flower, a search party looked for Little Flower for days, but never found her. Her family mourned, as did the village and her Father swore revenge. He spoke often, saying it was that wolf pack that had killed his beautiful young daughter.

Dark Sky became bitter and more angry each day. One day, he called a council of the warriors and hunters and said it was time to hunt the wolf pack and destroy it forever. He knew they had killed his daughter, Little Flower and it was because of the wolf pack the deer and moose were so scarce.

There was great debate but finally the men listened to Dark Sky and they planned a hunt to kill the wolf pack. Four Steps tried stop them, but it was no use. Dark Elk became so angry when Four Steps spoke, he wanted to fight him, but the other men came in between them. The village needed every man they had.

The hunting party went out in search of the wolf pack. They traveled many days before they found wolf tracks in the woods. Finally they discovered the pack and watched them so they could learn where they had their den. They waited till early morning and the hunting party surrounded the home of the wolf pack. A young male wolf wandered close to where the men hid in the deep woods and one raised his bow, took aim, and it hit its mark and the young wolf fell instantly dead to the ground.

The hunting party then heard a loud wail and suddenly there were many wolves gathered together, in the front, the leader, a strong, beautiful wolf, pure white as the winter snows, with eyes so blue some of the hunters could not look long at this wolf.

The white wolf then spoke in the tongue of the hunters. "Leave our home. We have done you no harm. Go and leave us in peace."

Dark Sky raised his bow...."Stop!" shouted Four Steps. "Do not shoot Dark Sky! Do not!" Four Steps rushed forward and the two men fought. The other men seemed unable to do anything, but stand there and watch the great white wolf. Dark Sky was a strong warrior despite his age. He shoved Four Steps aside and stood up and again raised his bow, took aim, and his arrow shot forth.

He hit his mark. The beautiful white wolf that had spoken to the men in their tongue fell to the ground, dead. There was a long and deep silence. Nothing could be heard in the thick woods - not even the sounds of the birds, or the wind.

Dark Sky began to walk toward the white wolf. Suddenly he stopped. The wolf was changing before his eyes! He watched as what had once been a wolf, began to change into a beautiful young woman. He looked closer and he knew. It was Little Flower! How could this be? She was his daughter. How could she have been this white wolf?

The pack began to wail with sorrow. The other hunters stood in silence, not knowing what to say, for they were shocked at what they had seen happen before their eyes. Dark Sky walked to the now lifeless body, that which had been a wolf, his enemy, to find he had killed his own beautiful daughter. He knelt beside her and became to weep.

"I warned you Dark Sky." Four Steps said without anger, but with deep sadness. Dark Sky looked up and he no longer saw a man known as Four Steps, but a wolf, a white wolf, just as his daughter had been before he killed her.

"We too are a family, Dark Sky. We too have children to feed and a right to live on the land. We are the wolf nation, but we are your brothers and sisters. When you killed Runs Wild, once known as Little Flower, you killed a member of your family. Let this be a lesson to you Dark Sky."

"All living things belong to this earth. Our animal relations sacrifice themselves so men and women may live, and so we may live too. We have never taken more than we need, as have the people. But you let anger and bitterness fill your heart. You saw the wolf as your enemy. The enemy was yourself Dark Sky. You have forgotten the ways of the people and of life."

"The pack has lost a great leader and you lost a beautiful young daughter. Let this be a lesson to you."

Four Steps easily brushed Dark Sky aside. He laid his great wolf body across the dead form of Little Flower. The pack howled and in an instant Runs Wild lay where the form of Little Flower had once been.

The men turned and began to walk away. No one spoke. Even Dark Sky had no words. But he learned a hard lesson. A lesson of life that he would never forget. As Little Flower has been his daughter, his blood, so too was all life that lived upon the earth.

Even the wolf.

Writen by Svhyeyi Aga ©


THE YOUNG GIRL WHO BECAME A WOLF

Sunday

Halloween Legend

Lafayette, indiana is no stranger to ghost stories. But in 1872, one event in particular put this town on the map of the most haunted places in indiana. The story of the White Wolf is still told around Halloween each year all over the town.

In the 1800s, one of the most influential newspapers in the area was called the Evening Courier. Early in the summer of 1872, the paper published a widely read article titled “Among the Spirits.” This story recounted an alleged dark, supernatural experience that occurred in the lives of William Lingle and his friends.

Lingle lived on a spectacular house overlooking the Wabash Valley, and had invited the town judge, a professor from London, and two reporters from other newspapers over for an evening visit. During this lively gathering, the men began to talk of ghosts and other unexplainable phenomena, as all were very interested in the topic.

Lingle’s tale of a haunted house that graced the site of an old abandoned yard of bricks garnered the most interest, so the men decided to go check it out themselves to see if they could spot any unearthly spirits or spooks. They arrived at the house after dark had fallen and inspected it carefully for any hidden passages. They found none; there weren’t any closets in the crumbling structure.


The men sat amongst the rubble and talked amongst themselves about the ghostly ghouls and goblins they hoped would come out of hiding. Finally, their patience was rewarded–after a couple of hours, a bright bluish light burst into the room. As the men watched in stunned silence, the light abruptly took on the form of a stunning, blindingly white wolf.

The wolf seemed unconcerned with the presence of his visitors, and lifted his head for a long, mournful howl. Then, before his audiences’ transfixed eyes, he transformed again, this time into a strange-looking creature that resembled a giant frog. While the men could do no more than gape open-mouthed, the creature took one final shape, that of a tomahawk-wielding Native American, then vanished before their very eyes.

The stunned group made the quick trek back to Lingle’s residence to retrieve a metal wand that one of the men had brought along. They then returned to the site that had transfixed them earlier. The professor, who quietly dabbled in the dark arts, drew a large circle in the dirt with the wand and sketched a series of mysterious images inside.

Once again, as the men observed in silent awe, the Native American, fiercely adorned in war attire, rose from center of the circle in a puff of smoke. The professor, to the shock of his companions, began a dialogue with the spirit in a language not known to any of the others.

After several unnerving minutes, the professor turned to his friends and translated that their ghost, in life, had been referred to as “White Wolf.” On his right arm was the clear mark of the frog-shaped creature the Native American had become earlier in the night. According to Native American legend, the animal came from western rivers.

The spirit, anguished, told the men of his peaceful burial in a reservation cemetery just outside of Lafayette. Before his spirit could be fully settled, development began on the city and his soul was brutally disturbed by the metal shovels digging into the dirt where he lay.

As two of the men that heard the Native American’s story that fateful night were reporters, it became headline news the next day, not just in Lafayette but all over indianapolis and the hoosier state. The frightening tale was published in the Evening Courier as well as other newspapers.

The Courier soon received an ominous letter from another resident of Lafayette, who had an employee of Native American heritage. The employee claimed to have conversed many times with the White Wolf, who told him his spirit would never achieve peace until there was a fence built around the cemetery that housed his grave.

The only way to find out for sure if these respected men of the community truly encountered the supernatural is to find out for yourself if the White Wolf exists. Head just outside of Lafayette city limits, on the northeast side of town, and pay a visit to the grounds of Sunnyside Junior High. The school now occupies the space that was once home to the tortured soul of the White Wolf–and might very well still be today.

Monday

It was a time of the Wolf Moon, when a young Zuni Maiden was headed back to her home after gathering water from the nearby river, when the Navajo who were noted for their quick raids and fearless ways swept her up and carried her off. She silently watched as her village and fields burned and slowly became little more than a puff of smoke to her eyes. Her heart was shattered, and tears ran down her face.

They rode for what seemed like endless days and nights, with her tied tightly to the back of a horse. Every muscle on her cried out as each step of the horses hooves hit the ground. At daybreak, they came to a dwelling and she was dumped onto the ground in front of a group of Navajo Women. They helped her to her feet and took her into a nearby dwelling. She collapsed into a darkened corner and slept all day.

She was awakened by the sound of the Navajo Man as he entered and appeared before her. He reached down and pulled at her clothing. Her eyes pleaded with him, and then looked towards the other women as they reached and took their blankets and went out into the night. Thinking she had all but shed the last of her tears, more began to flow. It was to be a long night.

This continued for man days and nights until one morning she woke early to see the face of the Navajo Woman crouching near her. Gently holding out her hand she grasped the young Zuni maidens in her own. Then handing her a blanket and a pouch of food, she took her to doorway where she pointed to the rising sun. The young Zuni Maiden reached within herself and gathered all the strength she had and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She ran through brush, over stones, through water and sand. She reached a high spot and turned to look . No one was following her. No one had found her.

Her large eyes looked out as she searched the terrain wondering where she was. The wind howled around her as she sat to rest and eat what little that she had been given and then laid down under the tree line to sleep. Pulling the blanket around her to keep her warm her body gave a small shudder, snow was beginning to fall. Soon her weary body fell into a deep sleep.

As the cold winds brewed across the lands, the sounds of paws crunching through the fresh fallen snow could be heard. Coming upon the small form of the Maiden, a White Wolf bent towards her and sniffed, its silvery blue eyes glinting in the night. Raising its head it released a howl to be sent out to the winds to its pack. The maiden woke with fear, afraid to move as the White Wolf stood over her.

Soon more wolves arrived dragging the lifeless body of a recent kill and pulling it towards the White Wolf. In turn It reached down and pulled it over to the young Maiden, covering it over her for added warmth. Then with a glance he commanded the pack to lay beside her, gently warming her body in the cold winter night. The wolf then encouraged her to eat form the kill as he nudged its share to her. She ate and her body began to replenish itself.

Soon the morning light shone through the trees, and the day looked brighter. Disheveled, and her body covered in blood, the cold biting into her skin, the Young Maiden began her journey once again to return to her village. At the end of the day, she fell exhausted to the ground. Crying out in pain and frustration as her body hit the earth. Tears once again ran down her cheeks, turning to ice before they could fall any farther. Once again a howl could be heard across the winds and soon the White Wolf returned by her side. It could hardly be seen as it moved towards her, its white fur blending with the snow. Reaching again with its paws and encircling its fur and sharing its warmth with her. Looking towards the moon, letting out a howl to the pack calling to them so they could add their warmth to their young charge. Soon they all slept.

Together they traveled for four more days. At daybreak upon the fifth day, the Wolf nudged to the young Maiden and looked in the direction of a distant village. Her feet ran numb to the pain they held, as she got closer to the tiny village. Next to her keeping pace was the White Wolf. Soon she began to see some people of her village, calling out to them and waving, she yelled her name. They all stood silently watching as she approached. Her joy suddenly turned to fear as she soon saw them lifting their bows towards her and pointing them at the White Wolf that ran by her side.

"No do not shoot this White Wolf! It is my protector and has brought me home!" She stopped standing at the entrance to the village, the White Wolf quickly turned and ran back towards which way they had come. The Wolf had gone. She collapsed at the men's feet.

They carried her to her family's lodge and left her on the cold bare floor. They left her there without uttering a word. Lying on the floor next to her was her Mother and Father. She called out to them and they did not respond. The cold Winter's wind screamed through the walls, swirling a dusting of snow around them all. With that she realized that the winds of life had long since left their bodies. She looked around her and the lodge was bare. She had come home to an empty place of death. She called out and no one answered. She was not a traitor to her people, she had been taken from them. She cried out in pain from a place deep within herself. Yet the people would not speak with her, and left her alone.

With the tender loving hands, she dug into the earth until her fingers were worn and bloody to reach the Yucca Root. So she could make the soap that would lovingly clean her parents and prepare them for burial. She adjusted their clothing and one by one she placed them on the tiny blanket and dragged them through the village to the place of the burial grounds. Once again the people watched, stared and said nothing. No one making an attempt to help her.

Leaving their bodies upon the Cliffs of Death, she sang the death song, chanting for their spirits to be taken to the Grandmother's and Grandfather's of the Sacred Directions. Lighting a small sacred fire, she then placed the burial bowls beside them with cornmeal borrowed from others to help in the souls safe journey. She then returned to her lodge. Empty as it was, it was home. Sometimes food was left at the door during the night. The adults of the village did not speak to her, yet as days passed, the young people of the tribe would come and visit. Asking her to tell the story of the White Wolf. So she went about her simple life each moment, sharing the strength and unconditional love that was shared with her by a wolf with all children that sought her out wanting to learn. Sharing with them stories and encouraging them to relish in their freedom and spirit, and in turn becoming a teacher to them all.

Years passed and with it time brought age, age brought weakness, and soon it was time for her to leave the village and go to the place of death. In her heart she new she would never be taken, that she must take herself. She prepared herself, cleansing herself and putting on her worn leather dress.

She made her way through her door and onto the path that led to the burial site. The people watched as she crawled and pulled her frail self up the hill. Her eyes were filled with strength and dignity. She turned her head sensing something, and her ears heard a loud howling across the lands. She raised her voice and returned the howl. It was a howl of freedom that flowed from her, and as it did she transformed into that of a White Wolf. Gaining strength in her legs her eyes shone in the darkness as she ran across the hills to her freedom.

Today there is still seen a Woman with White flowing hair that stands a top White Woman Canyon even today. Having been seen to change before your eyes into a White Wolf. Helping others to find home, restore faith and find their own personal freedom. Listen to your Spirit form within you, and let it breathe and allow yourself to be who you are meant to be.

ZUNI LEGEND

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A Seneca Story

Among the Seneca's there was a war chief named Ganogwioeon. Once, with ten men, he went on the warpath to the Cherokee country. They found the Cherokees on the watch and could do nothing.

Then the chief said to his men, "I'll go alone to their village." And after dark, leaving his men in the woods, he went to the Cherokee village.

In the first cabin he came to, he found an old woman and her granddaughter. They didn't see him. He crept into a little place where they kept wood.

After dark the old woman said to her granddaughter, "Maybe Ganogwioeon is around here. I'll shut the door," and she spoke a word of warning to Odjú, her granddaughter. The chief heard this.

After a while the girl said, "It is time to sleep."

The chief heard this also and heard the girl going up the ladder to sleep above, meanwhile talking with her grandmother, who was below.

The old woman fastened the door of the little wood house, with bark strings and fastened the chief in, leaving the door to the cabin unfastened.

After waiting till the old woman was asleep, the chief went into the cabin. The fire had burned down to coals but he could see the ladder that the girl had climbed. He went up. The girl was not asleep and was about to scream when he said, "If you scream I'll cut off your head. The chief of this village has a daughter. If you will get her to come into the woods with you I will spare your life." Odjú said, "In the morning, as soon as the grass is dry, I will go to the chief's house and ask his daughter to come with me to
gather wood."

Threatening to come back and kill the girl if she failed to do as planned the chief left the cabin.

Early the next morning, Odjú went to the chief's house and said to his daughter, "Come with me and gather wood." (This was the custom in those days.)

The chief's daughter was willing to go and they started. As soon as they came to the forest the Seneca sprang out of his hiding place and ran toward them. Odjú stood still, but the chief's daughter screamed and ran toward home. Ganogwioeon caught her, scalped her, and then, giving a war whoop, ran away. Men rushed out of their cabins and pursued him.

The Seneca saw that among the men following him there was one good runner. He hid in a ravine and when the runner came to the entrance of the ravine he shot him with an arrow and pulling off the man's scalp held it up before the people who were following.

When the Seneca came to a second ravine another runner was ahead of the rest. He aimed at the man, but his bowstring broke. The pursuer saw this and rushed into the ravine. The Seneca ran swiftly, but the Cherokee overtook and closed with him. A second and a third man came, then others; they bound Ganogwioeon, led him to the village and summoned the people to assemble.

Among the Cherokees there were two women who were looked upon as the head women of the tribe. Each woman had two snakes tattooed on her lips--the upper jaws of the snakes were on the woman's upper lip, and opposite each other, the lower jaws on the lower lip in the same way. When the woman opened her mouth, the snakes seemed to open theirs.

These women said, "This is the way to torment him; tie him near a fire and burn the soles of his feet till they are blistered, then let the water out of the blisters, put kernels of corn inside the skin, and chase him with clubs till he dies."

When Ganogwioeon's feet were blistered, the women stripped him and tied a bark rope around his waist. One old man said, "I want to hold the rope."

The people stood in two lines and at the end of each line were many people. The Seneca had to run between the lines. He ran so fast that he pulled the rope out of the old man's hand, then plunging to one side, he broke through the line and ran with all his strength toward the place where he had left his men.

When running he thought he was going to die, for he was naked and unarmed, far from home, and his feet were raw, but he evaded his enemies and, when night came, crept into a hollow log. In the night he heard steps on the dry leaves, and thought the Cherokees had discovered his hiding place. Whoever it was came up to the tree and said to someone who was with him, "This man is our friend."

Then he called to Ganogwioeon, "You think that you are going to die, but you will not. We will take care of you. Stick out your feet."

The chief put out his feet and right away he felt someone licking them.

After a while one of the strangers said, "We have licked his feet enough. Now we must get him warm, we will go into the tree and one of us lie down on each side of him."

It was very dark in the hollow log, but the man felt someone lie down on either side of him, and soon he was so warm and comfortable that he fell asleep.

Just before daylight the strangers crept out of the log and told the man to stick out his feet. They licked them again, and then said, "We have done all we can now. You will go on till you come to a place where you put a piece of bark. Raise the bark up, you will find something under it."

When the man came out of the log, he found that his feet were better, he could walk comfortably. At midday he came to four posts holding up a bark roof. On the ground, under the roof, was a large piece of bark. He raised the bark and found a piece of flint, a knife and an awl, then he remembered that his men had put those things there a couple of years before, when on the warpath. He took them and went on.

When it began to grow dark he looked for a hollow tree, found one and crawled into it. In the night he heard steps on the dry leaves and a voice said, "Our friend is here.

Then someone said, "Put your feet out."

He did so and again they were licked.

Then the stranger said, "That is enough, we will lie near our friend and keep him warm."

They went into the tree and lay down, but before daylight they crept out, and, after licking the man's feet again, said, "About midday you will find food."

The man went on till he found a bear that apparently had been killed only a few minutes before; it was still warm. When he had skinned the bear and cut out some of the meat, he saw, not far away, a smoldering fire, he blew it and it blazed up. He cut meat into small pieces and roasted it on sticks.


When night came he lay down, and soon he heard steps on the leaves as he had the preceding nights, then a voice said, "Our friend is lying down; he isn't going to die; he has plenty to eat. We'll lick his feet."

When they finished, they said to him, "Nothing will happen to you now, you will reach home in safety." And they went away.

The next morning the man, taking some of the meat, went on toward home. That night his friends came again. They said, "Your feet are well, but you will be cold," and they lay down one on each side of him. Before daylight, when going away, they said, "At midday you will find something to eat and to wear."

The man traveled on till toward midday, then found two young bears, just killed. He skinned the bears, cooked some of the meat, tanned the skins and lay down, very tired.

The next morning he made leggings of the skins, took what meat he wanted and went on.

That night the friends came to him, and said, "To-morrow you will find something to wear on your feet."

About midday the man came upon two fawns, just killed.


He tanned the skins and made moccasins. When night came, he made a fire, cooked meat, ate, and then lay down.

Soon he heard a voice say, "Our friend, you will reach home to-morrow. Now we will tell you why we healed your feet and cared for you. Always when you have been off in the woods hunting and have killed game, you have given the best part of the animal to us, and kept the smallest part for yourself; we are thankful. In the morning you will see us and know who we are."

When daylight came the chief saw two men, as he thought. As soon as he stood up the men took leave of him and started off. Wanting to see his friends as long as he could he turned to look at them and in the twinkle of an eye he saw that one of them was a white and the other a black wolf.

The chief reached home as his friends, the wolves, said he would.

Sunday

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to
be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can
disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Photo Credit: Red Canyon Art

A Wyandot (Huron) Legend

The wise men turned to him who wrote, Then they looked at the trees on many hills. It was the autumn. The leaves had many colors.They said, " We will tell you the story of the battle fought by the deer and the bear in the land of the sky."

The bear was selfish and proud. He often made trouble among the Animals of the Great Council. When he heard that the Deer had walked over the rainbow Bridge into the sky land he was angry. "I WILL PUNISH THE DEER " he said.

The Bear went to the Rainbow Bridge He leaped along its beautiful way of glowing colors. He came into the sky land. There he found the deer and said to him; This sky land is the home of the Little turtle, Why did you come into this land? Why did you not come to meet us in the Great Council? Why did you not wait until all the Animals could come to live here?

Then the Deer was angry, Only the Wolf might ask him such questions. The Bear had no right to speak like that to the Deer.

The Deer said to the bear, you have gone about making trouble among the Animals long enough You shall never do that again.

The Deer said he would kill the Bear he arched his neck. He tossed his head to show his long sharp horns. The hair along his back stood up. His eyes blazed as if a fire burned in them. He thought to slay the bear with a single stroke of his terrible horns.

The Bear was not afraid. His claws were very strong. He stood erect for the mighty conflict. His deep growls shook the sky like rolling thunder. The struggle was terrific and long. The Bear was torn by the cruel horns of the Deer.

When the remaining Animals of the great Council heard the awful noise, the Wolf went up into the sky to stop the dreadful battle.

All the animals had to obey the Wolf, So the Deer turned and ran away. And the Bear fled along the paths of the sky. As the Deer ran, the Blood of the Bear dropped from his horns. It fell down to the Lower World and made the leaves of the trees many colors. Some were Red, some Yellow, Some were Brown. Some Scarlet, and some Crimson.

Now each year when the Autumn comes the leaves of the trees take on these many colors. The forests are flooded with soft and glowing beauty. The Wyandots then say the blood of the Bear has again been thrown down from the sky upon the trees of the Great Island.


Thursday

An Algonquin Legend

Big Blue Heron was standing in the marsh looking at his reflection in the water. He raised his black-crested head to listen.

Two little White Weasels had come along to the river. They were mother and son. When they saw Blue Heron, they stopped to look.

'What a beautiful big bird-person!' said the son.

'He is called Blue Heron. He carries his head high!'

'Yes, Mother, he is tall as a tree. Were I so tall, I could carry you across this swift river.'

Blue Heron was pleased to hear himself so praised. He liked to hear other say that he was big.

He bent down low and spoke to the two. 'I will help you go across. Come down to where you see that old tree lying in the stream. I will lie down in the water at the end and put my bill deep into the bank on the other side. You two run across the tree. Then use my body as a bridge and you will get to the other side.'

They all went to the old tree lying in the water. Blue Heron lay down in the water at the end and stuck his bill deep into the bank on the other side. Mother and son White Weasel ran lightly and quickly across the log, over Blue Heron, and were safe and dry on the other side. They thanked Blue Heron and said they would tell all the persons in the woods how fine Blue Heron was. Then they went on their way.

Old Wolf had been standing on the riverbank watching how the weasels had gotten across.

'What a fine way it would be for me to cross the river. I am old and my bones ache.'

When Blue Heron came back to the marsh, Wolf said to him, 'Now I know why you Blue Herons are in the marsh - so you can be a bridge for persons to cross the rive. I want to go across, but I am old and my bones hurt. Lie down in the water for me so I can cross.'

Blue Heron was angry. He didn't like being called a bridge. Old Wolf saw he had spoken foolish words and decided to use honeyed words.

'You are big and strong, Blue Heron, and that is why you body is such a fine bridge. You could carry me across like a feather.'

Blue Heron smiled at Wolf and said, 'Old Wolf, get on my back and I'll carry you across.

Wolf grinned from ear to ear thinking how easily he had tricked Blue Heron.

He jumped on the bird's back and Heron went into the rushing river. When he got to the middle, he stopped.

'Friend Wolf,' said Blue Heron, 'you made a mistake. I am not strong enough to carry you across. For that you need two herons. I can carry you only halfway. Now you must get another heron to carry you the rest of the way.'

He gave his body a strong twist and Wolf fell into the water.

'You wait here, Wolf, for another heron to come and carry you to the other side.' Then he flew into the marsh.

The water ran swiftly. No heron came, so where did Wolf go ? To the bottom of the river...

Since that day, no wolf has ever trusted a heron.

A Cherokee Legend

Kana'tï had wolves to hunt for him, because they are good hunters and never fail. He once sent out two wolves at once. One went to the east and did not return.

The other went to the north, and when he returned at night and did not find his fellow he knew he must be in trouble and started after him.

After traveling on some time he found his brother lying nearly dead beside a great greensnake (sälikwa'yâ'yï) which had attacked him. The snake itself was too badly wounded to crawl away, and the angry wolf, who had magic powers, taking out several hairs from his own whiskers, shot them into the body of the snake and killed it.

He then hurried back to Kana'tï, who sent the Terrapin after a great doctor who lived in the west to save the wounded wolf.

The wolf went back to help his brother and by his magic powers he had him cured long before the doctor came from the west, because the Terrapin was such a slow traveler and the doctor had to prepare his roots before he started.

A wolf and snake fighting!

Monday

There was a young girl named Kia and her brother mike. there parent had left them to die in the forest. A fox come over and looked at the boy and said " I will take you in and treat you like my own. You will then protect all foxes in the forest".

The boy said goodbye to his sister and left. Then out come a pure white wolf named Vivian. She looked at the Kia and said "I will take you in and treat you like my own. then you will protect every wolf in the forest." The girl and the wolf left. 14 years later the girl fought wildly like a wolf and become the leader of Vivians pack. Kia could change into a wolf. Mike he fought like a fox, he was sly and cunning like the wolf.

One day Kia and Mike were forced to fight to the death. Mike and Kia forgot that they were brother and sister. They fought and Kia badly wounded him. Then she realized that she had fought her own brother. She then swore that she would protect every animal in the forest. Unless she had to kill it for food. Kia then become princess of the earth and the protector of all creatures.

by Stephanie, age 14©


Tuesday

A Cherokee Legend

In the beginning, the people say, the Dog was put on the mountain and the Wolf beside the fire. When the winter came the Dog could not stand the cold, so he came down to the settlement and drove the Wolf from the fire.

The Wolf ran to the mountains, where it suited him so well that he prospered and increased, until after a while he ventured down again and killed some animals in the settlements.

The people got together and followed and killed him, but his brothers came from the mountains and took such revenge that ever since the people have been afraid to hurt a wolf.

NOTE: The Cherokee (/ˈtʃɛrəkiː/; Cherokee: ᏣᎳᎩ Tsalagi) are a Native American people historically settled in the Southeastern United States (principally Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina, and East Tennessee). They speak an Iroquoian language. In the 19th century, historians and ethnographers recorded their oral tradition that told of the tribe having migrated south in ancient times from the Great Lakes region, where other Iroquoian-speaking peoples were. They began to have contact with European traders in the 18th century. 



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