Post by Okwes on Mar 27, 2007 14:22:11 GMT -5
Coyote Steals the Sun and Moon - Zuni
Coyote is a bad hunter who never kills anything. Once he watched Eagle hunting rabbits, catching one after another--more rabbits than he could eat. Coyote thought, "I'll team up with Eagle so I can have enough meat." Coyote is always up to something.
"Friend," Coyote said to Eagle, "we should hunt together. Two can catch more than one."
"Why not?" Eagle said, and so they began to hunt in partnership. Eagle caught many rabbits, but all Coyote caught was some little bugs.
At this time the world was still dark; the sun and moon had not yet been put in the sky. "Friend," Coyote said to Eagle, "no wonder I can't catch anything; I can't see. Do you know where we can get some light?"
"You're right, friend, there should be some light," Eagle said. "I think there's a little toward the west. Let's try and find it."
And so they went looking for the sun and moon. They came to a big river, which Eagle flew over. Coyote swam, and swallowed so much water that he almost drowned. He crawled out with his fur full of mid, and Eagle asked: "Why don't you fly like me?"
"You have wings, I just have hair," Coyote said. "I can't fly without feathers."
At last they came to a pueblo, where the Kachinas happened to be dancing. The people invited Eagle and Coyote to sit down and have something to eat while they watched the sacred dances. Seeing the power of the Kachinas, Eagle said, "I believe these are the people who have light."
Coyote, who had been looking all around, pointed out two boxes, one large and one small, that the people opened whenever they wanted light. To produce a lot of light, they opened the lid of the big box, which contained the sun. For less light they opened the small box, which held the moon.
Coyote nudged Eagle. "Friend, did you see that? They have all the light we need in the big box. Let's steal it."
"You always want to steal and rob. I say we should just borrow it."
"They won't lend it to us."
"You may be right," said Eagle. "Let's wait till they finish dancing and then steal it."
After a while the Kachinas went home to sleep, and Eagle scooped up the large box and flew off. Coyote ran along trying to keep up , panting, his tongue hanging out. Soon he yelled up to Eagle, "Ho, friend, let me carry the box a little way."
"No, no," said Eagle, "you never do anything right."
He flew on, and Coyote ran after him. After a while Coyote shouted again: "Friend, you're my chief, and it's not right for you to carry the box; people will call me lazy. Let me have it."
"No, no, you always mess everything up." And Eagle flew on and Coyote ran along.
So it went for a stretch, and then Coyote started again. "Ho, friend, it isn't right for you to do this. What will people think of you and me?"
"I don't care what people think. I'm going to carry this box."
Again Eagle flew on and Coyote ran after him. Finally Coyote begged for the fourth time: "Let me carry it. You're the chief, and I'm just Coyote. Let me carry it."
Eagle couldn't stand any more pestering. Also Coyote had asked him four times, and if anyone asks four times, you better give him what he wants. Eagle said, "Since you won't let up on me, go ahead and carry the box for a while. But promise not to open it."
"Oh, sure, oh yes, I promise." They went on as before, but now Coyote had the box. Soon Eagle was far ahead, and Coyote lagged behind a hill where Eagle couldn't see him. "I wonder what the light looks like, inside there," he said to himself. "Why shouldn't I take a peek? Probably there's something extra in the box, something good that Eagle wants to keep to himself."
And Coyote opened the lid. Now, not only was the sun inside, but the moon also. Eagle had put them together, thinking that it would be easier to carry one box than two.
As soon as Coyote opened the lid, the moon escaped flying high into the sky. At once the plants shriveled up and turned brown. Just as quickly, all the leaves fell off the trees, and it was winter.
Trying to catch the moon and put it back in the box, Coyote ran in pursuit as it skipped away from him. Meanwhile the sun flew out and rose into the sky. It drifted far away, and the peaches, squashes, and melons shriveled up with cold.
Eagle turned and flew back to see what had delayed Coyote. "You fool! Look what you've done!" he said. "You let the sun and moon escape, and now it's cold." Indeed, it began to snow, and Coyote shivered. "Now your teeth are chattering," Eagle said, "and it's your fault that cold has came into the world."
It's true. If it weren't for Coyote's curiosity and mischief making, we wouldn't have winter; we could enjoy summer all the time.
Day and night (as represented by the sun and moon) are metaphorically associated with summer and winter; hence the release of the moon brings death and desolation to the world. Coyote of course completely disrupts the seasonal cycle by interfering with the heavenly progression. The Kachinas mentioned were at the time of this story demi-gods, supernatural intermediaries, mostly benign, who regularly visited the pueblos and established elaborate rituals that include festive dances for the people.
Based on a story reported by Ruth Benedict in 1935
Also From American Indian Myths and Legends, Richard Erdoes and Alfonso Ortiz, editors. Copyright ? 1984 by Richard Erdoes and Alfonso Ortiz. Reprinted by permission of Pantheon Books, a division of Random House, Inc.
Coyote is a bad hunter who never kills anything. Once he watched Eagle hunting rabbits, catching one after another--more rabbits than he could eat. Coyote thought, "I'll team up with Eagle so I can have enough meat." Coyote is always up to something.
"Friend," Coyote said to Eagle, "we should hunt together. Two can catch more than one."
"Why not?" Eagle said, and so they began to hunt in partnership. Eagle caught many rabbits, but all Coyote caught was some little bugs.
At this time the world was still dark; the sun and moon had not yet been put in the sky. "Friend," Coyote said to Eagle, "no wonder I can't catch anything; I can't see. Do you know where we can get some light?"
"You're right, friend, there should be some light," Eagle said. "I think there's a little toward the west. Let's try and find it."
And so they went looking for the sun and moon. They came to a big river, which Eagle flew over. Coyote swam, and swallowed so much water that he almost drowned. He crawled out with his fur full of mid, and Eagle asked: "Why don't you fly like me?"
"You have wings, I just have hair," Coyote said. "I can't fly without feathers."
At last they came to a pueblo, where the Kachinas happened to be dancing. The people invited Eagle and Coyote to sit down and have something to eat while they watched the sacred dances. Seeing the power of the Kachinas, Eagle said, "I believe these are the people who have light."
Coyote, who had been looking all around, pointed out two boxes, one large and one small, that the people opened whenever they wanted light. To produce a lot of light, they opened the lid of the big box, which contained the sun. For less light they opened the small box, which held the moon.
Coyote nudged Eagle. "Friend, did you see that? They have all the light we need in the big box. Let's steal it."
"You always want to steal and rob. I say we should just borrow it."
"They won't lend it to us."
"You may be right," said Eagle. "Let's wait till they finish dancing and then steal it."
After a while the Kachinas went home to sleep, and Eagle scooped up the large box and flew off. Coyote ran along trying to keep up , panting, his tongue hanging out. Soon he yelled up to Eagle, "Ho, friend, let me carry the box a little way."
"No, no," said Eagle, "you never do anything right."
He flew on, and Coyote ran after him. After a while Coyote shouted again: "Friend, you're my chief, and it's not right for you to carry the box; people will call me lazy. Let me have it."
"No, no, you always mess everything up." And Eagle flew on and Coyote ran along.
So it went for a stretch, and then Coyote started again. "Ho, friend, it isn't right for you to do this. What will people think of you and me?"
"I don't care what people think. I'm going to carry this box."
Again Eagle flew on and Coyote ran after him. Finally Coyote begged for the fourth time: "Let me carry it. You're the chief, and I'm just Coyote. Let me carry it."
Eagle couldn't stand any more pestering. Also Coyote had asked him four times, and if anyone asks four times, you better give him what he wants. Eagle said, "Since you won't let up on me, go ahead and carry the box for a while. But promise not to open it."
"Oh, sure, oh yes, I promise." They went on as before, but now Coyote had the box. Soon Eagle was far ahead, and Coyote lagged behind a hill where Eagle couldn't see him. "I wonder what the light looks like, inside there," he said to himself. "Why shouldn't I take a peek? Probably there's something extra in the box, something good that Eagle wants to keep to himself."
And Coyote opened the lid. Now, not only was the sun inside, but the moon also. Eagle had put them together, thinking that it would be easier to carry one box than two.
As soon as Coyote opened the lid, the moon escaped flying high into the sky. At once the plants shriveled up and turned brown. Just as quickly, all the leaves fell off the trees, and it was winter.
Trying to catch the moon and put it back in the box, Coyote ran in pursuit as it skipped away from him. Meanwhile the sun flew out and rose into the sky. It drifted far away, and the peaches, squashes, and melons shriveled up with cold.
Eagle turned and flew back to see what had delayed Coyote. "You fool! Look what you've done!" he said. "You let the sun and moon escape, and now it's cold." Indeed, it began to snow, and Coyote shivered. "Now your teeth are chattering," Eagle said, "and it's your fault that cold has came into the world."
It's true. If it weren't for Coyote's curiosity and mischief making, we wouldn't have winter; we could enjoy summer all the time.
Day and night (as represented by the sun and moon) are metaphorically associated with summer and winter; hence the release of the moon brings death and desolation to the world. Coyote of course completely disrupts the seasonal cycle by interfering with the heavenly progression. The Kachinas mentioned were at the time of this story demi-gods, supernatural intermediaries, mostly benign, who regularly visited the pueblos and established elaborate rituals that include festive dances for the people.
Based on a story reported by Ruth Benedict in 1935
Also From American Indian Myths and Legends, Richard Erdoes and Alfonso Ortiz, editors. Copyright ? 1984 by Richard Erdoes and Alfonso Ortiz. Reprinted by permission of Pantheon Books, a division of Random House, Inc.