Post by Okwes on Jun 6, 2007 9:09:39 GMT -5
Dance of the Dead - Luiseno
Once a year the People of Kamak left their village and went up Palomar
Mountain to gather acorns. Everyone went, young and old, and even the ill
were carried along on litters so that the village could stay together at
this important time. The houses were left empty; no one was afraid of
thieves in those days.
While the village was deserted, a man from another nearby village called
Ahoya came to Kamak. He found everyone gone. He knew where they had gone,
and why, so he knew he could not see his friends on this trip. He decided to
spend the night and go on his way the next morning. He did not go into
anyone's house, but rather he took a large basket normally used to store
grain and turned it over. He crawled under the basket, where the wind could
not bother him. He fell asleep.
In the early evening, but long after dark, he was awakened by someone
calling People out to dance. At first he thought the People of Kamak had
come back from acorn-gathering. Then, being an old man, he began to
recognize the voices of People he had known many years ago, but who were now
long dead. He began to realize that the voices were spirits of the Dead!
While the People of Kamak were away, the Dead had returned to dance.
The old man lay quietly under the basket, listening to the voices of all the
People, all the way back to the ancient days. He heard the
Woman-who-was-turned- into-rock as she sang. He heard the Man-who-
scooped-rock-with-his-hand as he sang. All the People of the ancient days
were here in the village again.
The old man could not stand to wait any longer. After he had listened for
hours, he wanted to look at the People he had known as a young man and the
faces of the People he had only heard about in the old stories. He threw the
basket off and looked where the Dead had been dancing.
There was only a flock of birds, and they flew away, startled by the basket
overturning. The turtle shell rattle the Dead had played all night as they
danced lay on the ground. It was now just a piece of soaproot.
The old man was not allowed to see the Dance of the Dead.
A story of the Luiseno People of southern California
[University of California Publications in American Archaeology and
Ethnology, Vol. 4, 1904 and Vol. 8, 1908.]
From Blue Panther Keeper of Stories.
Once a year the People of Kamak left their village and went up Palomar
Mountain to gather acorns. Everyone went, young and old, and even the ill
were carried along on litters so that the village could stay together at
this important time. The houses were left empty; no one was afraid of
thieves in those days.
While the village was deserted, a man from another nearby village called
Ahoya came to Kamak. He found everyone gone. He knew where they had gone,
and why, so he knew he could not see his friends on this trip. He decided to
spend the night and go on his way the next morning. He did not go into
anyone's house, but rather he took a large basket normally used to store
grain and turned it over. He crawled under the basket, where the wind could
not bother him. He fell asleep.
In the early evening, but long after dark, he was awakened by someone
calling People out to dance. At first he thought the People of Kamak had
come back from acorn-gathering. Then, being an old man, he began to
recognize the voices of People he had known many years ago, but who were now
long dead. He began to realize that the voices were spirits of the Dead!
While the People of Kamak were away, the Dead had returned to dance.
The old man lay quietly under the basket, listening to the voices of all the
People, all the way back to the ancient days. He heard the
Woman-who-was-turned- into-rock as she sang. He heard the Man-who-
scooped-rock-with-his-hand as he sang. All the People of the ancient days
were here in the village again.
The old man could not stand to wait any longer. After he had listened for
hours, he wanted to look at the People he had known as a young man and the
faces of the People he had only heard about in the old stories. He threw the
basket off and looked where the Dead had been dancing.
There was only a flock of birds, and they flew away, startled by the basket
overturning. The turtle shell rattle the Dead had played all night as they
danced lay on the ground. It was now just a piece of soaproot.
The old man was not allowed to see the Dance of the Dead.
A story of the Luiseno People of southern California
[University of California Publications in American Archaeology and
Ethnology, Vol. 4, 1904 and Vol. 8, 1908.]
From Blue Panther Keeper of Stories.