Post by Okwes on Sept 24, 2007 8:15:42 GMT -5
Falling Star - Cheyenne
One day in the long ago, two young girls were lying on the grass outside
their tipi on a warm summer evening. They were looking up into the sky,
describing star-pictures formed by their imaginations.
"That is a pretty star. I like that one," said First Girl.
"I like that one best of all--over there," Second Girl pointed.
First Girl pointed to the brightest star in the sky and said, "I like the
brightest one best of all. That is the one I want to marry."
That evening they agreed to go out the next day to gather wood. Next morning
they started for the timbered area. On their way they saw a porcupine climb
a tree.
"I'll climb the tree and pull him down," said First Girl. She climbed but
could not reach the porcupine.
Every time she stretched her hand for him, the porcupine climbed a little
higher. Then the tree started growing taller. Second Girl below called to
her friend, "Please come down, the tree is growing taller!"
"No," said First Girl as the porcupine climbed higher and the tree grew
taller. Second Girl could see what was happening, so she ran back to the
camp and told her people. They rushed to the tree, but First Girl had
completely disappeared!
The tree continued to grow higher and higher. Finally, First Girl reached
another land. She stepped off the tree branch and walked upon the sky!
Before long she met a kindly looking middle-aged man who spoke to her. First
Girl began to cry.
"Whatever is the matter? Only last night I heard you wish that you could
marry me. I am the Brightest-Star," he said.
First Girl was pleased to meet Brightest-Star and became happy again when
she got her wish and married him. He told her that she could dig roots with
the other star-women, but to beware of a certain kind of white turnip with a
great green top. This kind she must never dig. To do so was "against the
medicine"--against the rules of the Sky-Chief.
Every day First Girl dug roots. Her curiosity about the strange white turnip
became so intense that she decided to dig up one of them. It took her a
long, long time. When she finally pulled out the root, a huge hole was left.
She looked into the hole and far, far below she saw the camp of her own
people.
Everything and everyone was very small, but she could see lodges and people
walking. Instantly she became homesick to see her own people again. How
could she ever get down from the sky? She realized it was a long, long way
down to earth. Then her eyes fell upon the long tough grass growing near
her. Could she braid it into a long rope? She decided to try, every day
pulling more long grass and braiding more rope.
One time her husband Brightest-Star asked, "What is it that keeps you
outdoors so much of the time?"
"I walk a great distance and that makes me tired. I need to sit down and
rest before I can start back home."
At last she finished making her strong rope, thinking by now it must be long
enough. She tied one end of the rope to a log that she rolled across the top
of the hole as an anchor. She let down the rope. It looked as though it
touched the ground.
She lowered herself into the hole, holding onto the braided rope. It seemed
to take a long time as she slowly lowered herself until she came to the end
of the rope. But it did not touch the earth! For a long while she hung on
dangling in midair and calling uselessly for help. When she could hold on no
longer, she fell to the ground and broke into many pieces. Although she
died, her unborn son did not die, because he was made of star-stone and did
not break.
A meadowlark saw what happened and took the falling-star baby to her nest.
There the lark kept him with her own baby birds.
When they were older, Falling-Star crept out of the nest with the little
birds. The stronger the birds grew, the stronger grew Falling-Star. Soon all
of them could crawl and run. The young birds practiced their flying while
Falling-Star ran after them. Then the young birds could fly anywhere they
wished, while Falling-Star ran faster and faster to keep up with them.
"Son, you had better go home to your own people," said Mother Meadowlark.
"It is time for us to fly south for the winter. Before long, the weather
here will be very cold."
"Mother Meadowlark," asked Falling-Star. "Why do you want me to leave you? I
want to go with you."
"No, Son," she replied. "You must go home now."
"I will go if Father Meadowlark will make me a bow and some arrows."
Father Meadowlark made a bow and pulled some of his own quills to feather
the arrows. He made four arrows and a bow for Falling-Star. Then he started
Falling-Star in the right direction toward his home, downstream.
Falling-Star traveled a long time before he reached the camp of his people.
He went into the nearest lodge owned by an old grandmother.
"Grandmother," he said. "I need a drink of water."
"My grandson," she said to him, "only the young men who are the fastest
runners can go for water. There is a water-monster who sucks up any people
who go too close to it."
"Grandmother, if you will give me your buffalo-pouch and your buffalo-horn
ladle, I will bring you water."
"Grandson, I warn you that many of our finest young men have been destroyed
by the water-monster. I fear that you will be killed too." But she gave him
the things he asked for. He went upstream and dipped water, at the same time
keeping watch for the monster.
At the very moment Falling-Star filled his bucket, the Water- monster raised
its head above the water. His mouth was enormous. He sucked in his breath
and drew in Falling-Star, the bucket, water, and the ladle. When
Falling-Star found himself inside the monster's stomach, he saw all the
other people who had ever been swallowed. With his Star-stone, he cut a hole
in the animal's side. Out crawled all the people, and Falling-Star rescued
his pouch and ladle for his grandmother, taking her some cool, fresh water.
"My grandson, who are you?" she asked, marveling at his survival.
"Grandmother, I am Falling-Star. I killed the monster who has caused our
people much suffering, and I rescued all the people who had been swallowed."
The old woman told the village crier to spread the good news that the
monster was dead. Now that Falling-Star had saved the camp people there, he
asked the grandmother, "Are there other camps of our people nearby?"
"Yes, there is one farther downstream," she said.
Falling-Star took his bow and arrows and left camp. The fall of the year had
now arrived. After travelling many days, he reached the other camp. Again he
went into an old woman's lodge where she sat near her fire.
"Grandmother, I am very hungry," he said.
"My son, my son, we have no food. We cannot get any buffalo meat. Whenever
our hunters go out for buffalo, a great white crow warns the buffalo, which
drives them away.
"How sad," he said. "I will try to help. Go out and look for a worn-out
buffalo robe with little hair. Tell your chief to choose two of his fastest
runners and send them to me."
Later, the old woman returned with the robe and the two swift runners.
Falling-Star told them his plan. "I will go to a certain place and wait for
the buffalo. When the herd runs, I will follow, disguised as a buffalo in
the worn-out robe. You two runners chase me and the buffalo for a long
distance. When you overtake me, you must shoot at me. I will pretend to be
dead. You pretend to cut me open and leave me there on the ground."
When the real buffalo arrived, the white crow flew over them screaming,
"They are coming! They are after you! Run, run!" The buffalo herd ran,
followed by a shabby-looking bull.
The two swift runners chased the old bull according to plan. All kinds of
birds, wolves, and coyotes came toward the carcass from all directions.
Among them was the white crow. As he flew over Falling-Star in disguise, he
called out shrilly, "I wonder if this is Falling-Star?"
Time after time the crow flew over the carcass, still calling, "I wonder if
this is Falling-Star?" He came closer and closer with each pass. When he was
close enough, Falling-Star sprang and grabbed the legs of the white crow.
All of the other birds and animals scattered in every direction.
When Falling-Star brought the captive white crow home to the grandmother,
she sent word for the chief.
"I will take the white crow to my lodge. I will tie him to the smoke hole
and smoke him dead," said the chief.
From that moment on, the good Cheyenne's were able to kill many buffalo and
they had plenty of buffalo meat for all their needs.
The people in gratitude gave Falling-Star a lovely lodge-home and a pretty
Indian maiden waiting there to become his wife. They remained all of their
lives with the Northern Cheyenne tribe.
www.indigenouspeople.net/fallings.htm
One day in the long ago, two young girls were lying on the grass outside
their tipi on a warm summer evening. They were looking up into the sky,
describing star-pictures formed by their imaginations.
"That is a pretty star. I like that one," said First Girl.
"I like that one best of all--over there," Second Girl pointed.
First Girl pointed to the brightest star in the sky and said, "I like the
brightest one best of all. That is the one I want to marry."
That evening they agreed to go out the next day to gather wood. Next morning
they started for the timbered area. On their way they saw a porcupine climb
a tree.
"I'll climb the tree and pull him down," said First Girl. She climbed but
could not reach the porcupine.
Every time she stretched her hand for him, the porcupine climbed a little
higher. Then the tree started growing taller. Second Girl below called to
her friend, "Please come down, the tree is growing taller!"
"No," said First Girl as the porcupine climbed higher and the tree grew
taller. Second Girl could see what was happening, so she ran back to the
camp and told her people. They rushed to the tree, but First Girl had
completely disappeared!
The tree continued to grow higher and higher. Finally, First Girl reached
another land. She stepped off the tree branch and walked upon the sky!
Before long she met a kindly looking middle-aged man who spoke to her. First
Girl began to cry.
"Whatever is the matter? Only last night I heard you wish that you could
marry me. I am the Brightest-Star," he said.
First Girl was pleased to meet Brightest-Star and became happy again when
she got her wish and married him. He told her that she could dig roots with
the other star-women, but to beware of a certain kind of white turnip with a
great green top. This kind she must never dig. To do so was "against the
medicine"--against the rules of the Sky-Chief.
Every day First Girl dug roots. Her curiosity about the strange white turnip
became so intense that she decided to dig up one of them. It took her a
long, long time. When she finally pulled out the root, a huge hole was left.
She looked into the hole and far, far below she saw the camp of her own
people.
Everything and everyone was very small, but she could see lodges and people
walking. Instantly she became homesick to see her own people again. How
could she ever get down from the sky? She realized it was a long, long way
down to earth. Then her eyes fell upon the long tough grass growing near
her. Could she braid it into a long rope? She decided to try, every day
pulling more long grass and braiding more rope.
One time her husband Brightest-Star asked, "What is it that keeps you
outdoors so much of the time?"
"I walk a great distance and that makes me tired. I need to sit down and
rest before I can start back home."
At last she finished making her strong rope, thinking by now it must be long
enough. She tied one end of the rope to a log that she rolled across the top
of the hole as an anchor. She let down the rope. It looked as though it
touched the ground.
She lowered herself into the hole, holding onto the braided rope. It seemed
to take a long time as she slowly lowered herself until she came to the end
of the rope. But it did not touch the earth! For a long while she hung on
dangling in midair and calling uselessly for help. When she could hold on no
longer, she fell to the ground and broke into many pieces. Although she
died, her unborn son did not die, because he was made of star-stone and did
not break.
A meadowlark saw what happened and took the falling-star baby to her nest.
There the lark kept him with her own baby birds.
When they were older, Falling-Star crept out of the nest with the little
birds. The stronger the birds grew, the stronger grew Falling-Star. Soon all
of them could crawl and run. The young birds practiced their flying while
Falling-Star ran after them. Then the young birds could fly anywhere they
wished, while Falling-Star ran faster and faster to keep up with them.
"Son, you had better go home to your own people," said Mother Meadowlark.
"It is time for us to fly south for the winter. Before long, the weather
here will be very cold."
"Mother Meadowlark," asked Falling-Star. "Why do you want me to leave you? I
want to go with you."
"No, Son," she replied. "You must go home now."
"I will go if Father Meadowlark will make me a bow and some arrows."
Father Meadowlark made a bow and pulled some of his own quills to feather
the arrows. He made four arrows and a bow for Falling-Star. Then he started
Falling-Star in the right direction toward his home, downstream.
Falling-Star traveled a long time before he reached the camp of his people.
He went into the nearest lodge owned by an old grandmother.
"Grandmother," he said. "I need a drink of water."
"My grandson," she said to him, "only the young men who are the fastest
runners can go for water. There is a water-monster who sucks up any people
who go too close to it."
"Grandmother, if you will give me your buffalo-pouch and your buffalo-horn
ladle, I will bring you water."
"Grandson, I warn you that many of our finest young men have been destroyed
by the water-monster. I fear that you will be killed too." But she gave him
the things he asked for. He went upstream and dipped water, at the same time
keeping watch for the monster.
At the very moment Falling-Star filled his bucket, the Water- monster raised
its head above the water. His mouth was enormous. He sucked in his breath
and drew in Falling-Star, the bucket, water, and the ladle. When
Falling-Star found himself inside the monster's stomach, he saw all the
other people who had ever been swallowed. With his Star-stone, he cut a hole
in the animal's side. Out crawled all the people, and Falling-Star rescued
his pouch and ladle for his grandmother, taking her some cool, fresh water.
"My grandson, who are you?" she asked, marveling at his survival.
"Grandmother, I am Falling-Star. I killed the monster who has caused our
people much suffering, and I rescued all the people who had been swallowed."
The old woman told the village crier to spread the good news that the
monster was dead. Now that Falling-Star had saved the camp people there, he
asked the grandmother, "Are there other camps of our people nearby?"
"Yes, there is one farther downstream," she said.
Falling-Star took his bow and arrows and left camp. The fall of the year had
now arrived. After travelling many days, he reached the other camp. Again he
went into an old woman's lodge where she sat near her fire.
"Grandmother, I am very hungry," he said.
"My son, my son, we have no food. We cannot get any buffalo meat. Whenever
our hunters go out for buffalo, a great white crow warns the buffalo, which
drives them away.
"How sad," he said. "I will try to help. Go out and look for a worn-out
buffalo robe with little hair. Tell your chief to choose two of his fastest
runners and send them to me."
Later, the old woman returned with the robe and the two swift runners.
Falling-Star told them his plan. "I will go to a certain place and wait for
the buffalo. When the herd runs, I will follow, disguised as a buffalo in
the worn-out robe. You two runners chase me and the buffalo for a long
distance. When you overtake me, you must shoot at me. I will pretend to be
dead. You pretend to cut me open and leave me there on the ground."
When the real buffalo arrived, the white crow flew over them screaming,
"They are coming! They are after you! Run, run!" The buffalo herd ran,
followed by a shabby-looking bull.
The two swift runners chased the old bull according to plan. All kinds of
birds, wolves, and coyotes came toward the carcass from all directions.
Among them was the white crow. As he flew over Falling-Star in disguise, he
called out shrilly, "I wonder if this is Falling-Star?"
Time after time the crow flew over the carcass, still calling, "I wonder if
this is Falling-Star?" He came closer and closer with each pass. When he was
close enough, Falling-Star sprang and grabbed the legs of the white crow.
All of the other birds and animals scattered in every direction.
When Falling-Star brought the captive white crow home to the grandmother,
she sent word for the chief.
"I will take the white crow to my lodge. I will tie him to the smoke hole
and smoke him dead," said the chief.
From that moment on, the good Cheyenne's were able to kill many buffalo and
they had plenty of buffalo meat for all their needs.
The people in gratitude gave Falling-Star a lovely lodge-home and a pretty
Indian maiden waiting there to become his wife. They remained all of their
lives with the Northern Cheyenne tribe.
www.indigenouspeople.net/fallings.htm