Post by blackcrowheart on Aug 12, 2008 11:22:50 GMT -5
Making The World Again - Wyandotte
All life in the Lower World was destroyed in the war between Se' sta and the Evil One. Flood, fire, and the North Wind had swept the earth. There were neither fruits nor flowers, trees nor animals, streams nor fishes. It had taken thousands of years to make all these. It would now take thousands of years more to make them, again. Se' sta alone did it.
In the war the people of Se' sta were in the mysterious forest made by the Rainbow when she built the Burning Bridge for the Deer. But they were not permitted to remain there always.
Far to the north Se' sta built a great city under the ground. To this city he brought his people. He made a deep sleep to fall on them all. He closed the gate to the city and shut out the World. Inside the gate was his mother, the Woman who fell down from Heaven. She bore aloft a torch made of the fire of Heno. She stood on guard. No harm came to the sleeping people. To them, time did not count. They did not grow old.
Se' sta had to make the world as it had been made by himself and his brother. That is why many bad things, are yet found upon the earth.
When Se' sta went forth to his great work, he found a sledge. Three stags drew it. He rode in the sledge. The stags could go upon the land. They could go in the air. They could travel on the clouds.
It took a long time for Se' sta to make the world again. For he made trees and streams. He made the seas and the fishes. The flowers and the fruits he caused to grow. He made the beasts and the birds. All things which we see here were made by him. And he made again the Beautiful Bridge, but it cannot be seen by men.
When Se' sta had finished his work, he went back to the city underground. There he rested hundreds of years. He waited for the new world to get ready for his people. It had to be tried by the sun, the wind, the ice and snow, and the rain.
One day Se' sta looked out. The world was ready. It was spring. Flowers were everywhere. The trees had new leaves. The beasts ran about. The birds sang for joy. Clear streams ran down the hills to the green valleys.
Se' sta ran to waken his people. They did not know they had slept. They were strong. They went forth with Se' sta. They shouted with joy. They lived long in the new world. Then the white man came and drove them once more from their happy homes.
Indian myths, by William Elsey Connelley...illustrated by William Wallace Clarke. New York, Chicago [etc.] Rand McNally & company [c1928], and is now in the public domain.
All life in the Lower World was destroyed in the war between Se' sta and the Evil One. Flood, fire, and the North Wind had swept the earth. There were neither fruits nor flowers, trees nor animals, streams nor fishes. It had taken thousands of years to make all these. It would now take thousands of years more to make them, again. Se' sta alone did it.
In the war the people of Se' sta were in the mysterious forest made by the Rainbow when she built the Burning Bridge for the Deer. But they were not permitted to remain there always.
Far to the north Se' sta built a great city under the ground. To this city he brought his people. He made a deep sleep to fall on them all. He closed the gate to the city and shut out the World. Inside the gate was his mother, the Woman who fell down from Heaven. She bore aloft a torch made of the fire of Heno. She stood on guard. No harm came to the sleeping people. To them, time did not count. They did not grow old.
Se' sta had to make the world as it had been made by himself and his brother. That is why many bad things, are yet found upon the earth.
When Se' sta went forth to his great work, he found a sledge. Three stags drew it. He rode in the sledge. The stags could go upon the land. They could go in the air. They could travel on the clouds.
It took a long time for Se' sta to make the world again. For he made trees and streams. He made the seas and the fishes. The flowers and the fruits he caused to grow. He made the beasts and the birds. All things which we see here were made by him. And he made again the Beautiful Bridge, but it cannot be seen by men.
When Se' sta had finished his work, he went back to the city underground. There he rested hundreds of years. He waited for the new world to get ready for his people. It had to be tried by the sun, the wind, the ice and snow, and the rain.
One day Se' sta looked out. The world was ready. It was spring. Flowers were everywhere. The trees had new leaves. The beasts ran about. The birds sang for joy. Clear streams ran down the hills to the green valleys.
Se' sta ran to waken his people. They did not know they had slept. They were strong. They went forth with Se' sta. They shouted with joy. They lived long in the new world. Then the white man came and drove them once more from their happy homes.
Indian myths, by William Elsey Connelley...illustrated by William Wallace Clarke. New York, Chicago [etc.] Rand McNally & company [c1928], and is now in the public domain.