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Myths and Legends
compiled by Mary Ann Brensel
A Yokuts California Creation Story
A great flood occurred
upon Earth long, long ago. While Earth was still covered with
water, there were no living creatures upon the land. Then out
of the sky one day glided an enormous Eagle with a black Crow
riding upon its back, searching for a place to light.
Around and around Eagle
flew until he discovered a projecting tree stump, or what
appeared to be a stump, upon which he landed to rest. There on
the flat surface was a home at last, a home which was large
enough for Eagle and Crow to roost upon. From there, they
surveyed the greenish gray water as far as they could see. The
sky was a brilliant bright blue with a few white, drifting
clouds occasionally swirled by a passing breeze. All seemed
serene to Eagle and Crow.
Small fish were visible
below the water, sometimes leaping out of the sea playfully.
Hunger caused Eagle and Crow to swoop down, catching a meal for
themselves from time to time. Soon a game developed between the
two birds to see which one would be the winner in the
fish-catching contest. Upon their return to the stump, however,
they always shared their fish.
The two birds often
flew in opposite directions exploring for land, and because of
Eagle's great size and wingspan, he soared to great heights and
surveyed widely. But no land did they find, and no other flying
creatures did they see. Between themselves they wondered, "How
can we possibly think of a way to make land? We know we cannot
dive deep enough to find dirt, and the fish are of no help
except to provide food." Day after day, these scenes were
repeated as the birds explored in search of land and wondered
how to create land.
One morning, much to
their surprise, a Duck was swimming around and around their
stump. Occasionally, it dived deep in the water and rose to the
surface chewing small fish. One time, Duck emerged with more
mud than fish in its mouth.
Eagle and Crow talked
excitedly about this. "Can Duck possibly bring up enough mud
for us to build land?" they wondered. How could they let Duck
know that mud was what they needed most?
An idea occurred to
Eagle, which he bird-talked to Crow. "If we supply fish for
Duck, maybe he will bring up more mud than fish." Through trial
and error, the two birds caught fish for Duck, placing them at
the edge of the stump, until Duck learned that the fish were
for him in exchange for mud. When Duck appeared on the surface
after a deep dive, Eagle and Crow brushed off the mud from
Duck's bill and his body with their wings. Progress was slow
but steady.
Gradually, Eagle had a
pile of mud on his side of the stump, and Crow had a similar
pile on his side. Each placed fish on his own side for Duck,
who now responded by carrying more and more mud to Eagle and
Crow. This became a great game of fish-and-mud exchange.
Duck worked very hard,
and consequently, he was always hungry. The birds were
surprised at how large each one's mud pile grew every day. In
bird talk they said, "Duck is helping us to make a new world.
This we will share equally."
Occasionally, Eagle and
Crow flew toward the horizon, exploring for any new signs of
land. They always returned with nothing new to report; however,
they did notice a slight lowering of water around the tree
stump. "Surely the flood must be coming to an end," Crow and
Eagle agreed.
Each day they watched
for a change in the waterline. Each day their piles of mud
seemed higher and higher. Faithful Duck kept up his good work
as Eagle and Crow caught fish for him and scraped mud from him
for each side of the new world.
One day, Eagle flew
high and far in search of dry land and did not return until
late. The sun had set and darkness had enveloped his world on
the stump. The next morning to Eagle's great surprise, his pile
of mud had grown much higher. After looming across at Crow's
mud pile, however, Eagle was astounded to see that Crow had
given himself twice as much mud while Eagle was away. "Is this
your idea of sharing the new world equally?" shouted Eagle to
Crow.
Of course, they
quarreled all that day and the next over Crow's unfairness. The
following day, however, they went back to work making their new
land. Eagle decided that he must catch up. He caught two fish
for Duck and put them in his usual place. Duck responded by
bringing up mud twice to Eagle in exchange for his two fish.
All three animals worked very hard for many, many moons.
Gradually, Eagle's half
of the new world became taller and taller, much taller than
Crow's half, even though Crow seemed to work just as hard as
Eagle. Duck was faithful to his task, never tiring in his
effort to supply mud. Of course, Duck continued to give Eagle
twice as much mud for his two fish. Crow never seemed to notice
that Eagle's half of the new world was growing larger than his
half.
One morning as the sun
rose brightly, the two birds looked down through the water and
saw what appeared to be land. "So that is where Duck finds the
mud," they said. They were pleased to see that the water was
subsiding. How they hoped that soon they would be high and dry
on their new world!
But all was not so
easy, for that very night lightning flashed across the waters,
and thunder rolled and rolled from one horizon to the other
followed by a heavy, drenching rain. Eagle and Crow sought
shelter in holes they dug into the sides of their mud piles.
All night long the rain continued to fall, washing away much of
the new world into the sea.
When the rain stopped
and the sun rose, Eagle and Crow looked out upon the waters and
saw an arc of many colors reaching from one edge of the horizon
across the sky to the other horizon. This brilliant display
held their eyes in wonderment. What did it mean? They marveled
at how long the colors lingered in the sky. Eagle flew toward
the scene for a close look, returning when the arc disappeared.
In bird talk, Eagle and
Crow decided that the storm of the night before must have been
a clearing shower. They began their land-building project
again, hoping that Duck would resume his work as mud-carrier.
Soon the sun's rays burned strong and hot, drying the mud until
it was hard. Duck appeared, and the team of three continued to
build the two halves of the new world.
Day by day, the waters
subsided, and new land began to show above the waterline.
Eagle's half emerged taller and taller and was hard-packed by
the hot sun. Crow's share of the new world was still great, but
it never became as large as Eagle's half of the new world.
In retelling this
creation story, Yokuts tribal historians always claim that
Eagle's half became the mighty Sierra Nevada Mountains. They
also tell how Crow's half became known as the Coast Mountain
Range.
Yokuts historians end
their tale by saying that people everywhere honor the brave and
strong Eagle, while Crow is accorded a lesser place because of
his unfair disposition displayed during the creation of the new
world by Eagle and Crow.
From Myths and
Legends of California and the Old Southwest, compiled and
edited by Katharine Berry Judson, 1912. Glenn Welker
nativelit@earthlink.net
The Lizard Hand
It was Coyote who
brought it about that people die. He made it thus because our
hands are not closed like his. He wanted our hands to be like
his, but Lizard said to him, "No. They must have my hand." He
had five fingers, and Coyote had only a fist.
Coyote replied, "Well,
then they will have to die." That is how it came to be that
humans must experience death.
From Kroeber, University of
California Publications in American Archaeology and Ethnology,
iv, 231, No. 38.
A Yokuts Prayer
My words are tied in
one
With the great mountains,
With the great rocks,
With the great trees,
In one with my body
And my heart.
You all do help me
With supernatural
power.
And you, Day!
And you, Night!
All of you see me
One with this world!
From The Tache-Yokuts:
Indians of the San Joaquin Valley, written by
Marjorie W. Cummins, Pioneer Publishing, Fresno, CA
http://wwN.sacred-texts.comlnamlcalscclscc18.htm
The Origin of Fire
The people in the
foothills had no fire. Only to the west in the plains was there
a man who had fire, and he had it all. Now one day as the man
slept, Antelope, selected for his swiftness, was sent to steal
the fire. He took the fire and fled. Antelope was still in
sight of the place from which he had started when a rain came
and put out the fire. Then others tried to bring it. The last
was Jackrabbit. After he had stolen the fire, he hid in a thick
bush. There he burrowed and crouched over the fire, holding it
in his hands under his belly. From this the palms of his hands
are black. When he stole the fire, it was not extinguished, and
so he obtained it for the people.
http://WNW.sacred-texts.com/nam/calscclscc18.htm
Why Animals Are the Way They Are
The birds and animals
from the foothills went to war with the animals of
the lake below. With the warriors from the mountains was
Coyote. He had a large quiver full of arrows. In the morning he
got up, knotted his hair behind, took his bow, and called to
all, "Get up, get up, or I will kill you. I am ready to go to
war."
All the way down to the
plains Coyote led the way and hurried the others. Alongside him
was Hummingbird, and he and Coyote were the leaders. There were
also three Owls with the party. One of these carried an
inexhaustible supply of arrow points in his mouth, another
carried sinew, and a third carried feathers for arrow shafts.
As the arrows became used during the fight, the Owls produced
these materials and kept the people supplied. After a long
fight, the animals from the mountains beat those of the plains.
But there were two
animals they could not kill — Fish and Turtle. One of these was
slippery, the other was hard, and the arrows glanced off its
back. Then Coyote broke his leg, took out the bone, stuck it
into the end of his arrow, and shot. He struck the Fish in the
back of its neck and killed it. Then he shot at the Turtle and
struck it in its head and killed it.
Now Eagle, who was the
chief of all, sent off the victorious mountain animals. He said,
"You cannot live here any longer. You must go away. Where do
you want to go?"
Coyote said, "Wishawishawisha!
Wishawishawisha! Wishawishawisha! I do not want to go."
Hummingbird agreed with
him.
Eagle said, "Well, what
are you going to become? What will you be? I am going to fly
high up in the air and live on squirrels and sometimes on
deer."
Dog said, "I will stay
with people and be their friend. I will follow them, and
perhaps I will get something to eat in that way."
Buzzard said, "When
something dies, I will smell it. I will go there and eat it."
Crow said, "When I see
something lying dead, I will peck its eyes."
Coyote said, "I will go
about killing grasshoppers. That is how I will live."
Hummingbird hummed, "I
will go to the flowers and get my food from them.
Condor added, "I will
not stay here. I will go far off into the mountains. Perhaps I
will find something there."
Woodpecker said, "I
will get acorns and make holes in the trees."
Bluejay chirped, "I am
going to make trees grow over the hills. I will work."
Rat said, "I will go
where there are old trees and make my house in them.
Mouse squeaked, "I will
run here and there and everywhere: I shall have holes, and
perhaps I can live in that way."
Trout added finally, “I
will live in the water, and perhaps I can find something to eat
there."
That was the time they
stopped being like us and scattered.
From McClurg, A.C.
Myths and Legends of California,
1912.
http://www.archive.org/stream/mythsandlegends00judsgoog/mythsandlegends00judsgoog_djvu.txt
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