Raven (Part 18)

A village is devastated when a giant devilfish consumes its inhabitants, leaving only a man, his brother, and a boy. The men, mourning their loss, lure the creature with porpoise and seal carcasses, then kill it in a deadly fight, perishing themselves. Rescuers recover their bodies, alongside the eaten villagers, and hold a death feast, honoring their sacrifice and mourning their community’s tragic loss.

Source: 
Tlingit Myths and Texts 
by John R. Swanton 
[Smithsonian Institution] 
Bureau of American Ethnology 
Bulletin 39 
Washington, 1909


► Themes of the story

Sacrifice: The brothers willingly risk and ultimately give their lives to eliminate the threat posed by the devilfish, aiming to avenge their community and prevent further destruction.

Revenge and Justice: The brothers’ actions are driven by a desire for retribution against the creature that annihilated their village, seeking to restore balance and justice through their confrontation.

Conflict with Nature: The story centers on a deadly struggle between humans and a monstrous natural entity, highlighting the perilous and often adversarial relationship between people and the natural world.

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Myth recorded in English at Wrangell, Alaska, in January-April 1904

After this the people went out hunting and encamped in a place called Tayuknaxe. A man went out from here with his brother and little son one day, and, when they returned, saw that every one had disappeared. They felt very badly and said, “What is wrong with our village?” Then they saw that the whole town was covered with devilfish slime and said, “It is that monster devilfish that has done all this.” People say that he had seen the red glow of the salmon on the drying frames outside.

Then the two men said to the boy with them, “You must stay here. We are going off.” So they made a mat house over him and let him have their blankets. ‘They were wild at the thought of having lost all their friends. Then they killed a number of porpoises and seals, went to the devilfish’s place and threw them into the water above him.

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After a while they saw that the water was getting frothy around them with ascending bubbles and presently saw the devilfish coming up. It looked very white. One of these men was making a noise like the raven; the other was acting like a dog salmon. All that went on was observed by the little boy. As soon as the devilfish reached the surface they jumped upon it with their knives and began slashing it. They cut its ink bag and all the water became black. The devilfish and the men died.

Soon after this had happened a canoe from another camp came there, saw this object floating on the sea some distance out from the village, and thought that it was yet alive; so they hurried to get past it. When they came ashore the boy told them all that had happened, and they cried very much at seeing him there alone, for he was their relative. After this they returned with him to their camp, which was situated upon an island near by, and told the story there, on which two canoe loads of people left to look for the devilfish. After they had found it and had cut it open with their stone axes, they saw the two men still inside, knife in hand. All the village people that the devilfish had eaten were also there. Then they took the bodies back to town and had a death feast.


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The Alsek River people

This story from the Alsek River region chronicles the mystical and spiritual encounters of two shamans during a famine. One shaman sacrifices himself to bring eulachon fish to the people, while the other battles supernatural land-otter-men affecting menstruant women. The narrative weaves themes of shamanic power, mystical trials, and tribal conflicts, highlighting the shamans’ influence over nature, spirits, and tribal justice in a mythical context.

Source: 
Tlingit Myths and Texts 
by John R. Swanton 
[Smithsonian Institution] 
Bureau of American Ethnology 
Bulletin 39 
Washington, 1909


► Themes of the story

Sacrifice: The first shaman sacrifices himself to bring eulachon fish to his people, ensuring their survival during a famine.

Supernatural Beings: The narrative involves land-otter-men, mystical creatures that interact with humans, particularly the menstruant women.

Loss and Renewal: The famine and eventual arrival of the eulachon fish symbolize cycles of hardship followed by rejuvenation.

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Myth recorded in English at Sitka, Alaska
January-April 1904

Once there was a famine among the people of Alsek (Alse’x) river. There were two shamans there, one of whom began singing to bring up eulachon, while the other sang for strength in order to obtain bears and other forest animals.

The first shaman’s spirit told him that if he would go down the little rapids he would see great numbers of eulachon. So he dressed up next morning and went straight down under the water in a little canoe.

That night the other shaman’s spirits came to him, saying that the first shaman would remain under water for four nights; that he had gone into a house where were eulachon, salmon, and other fish and had thrown the door open.

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At the end of four days they hunted all around and found him lying dead on the beach amid piles of eulachon. As soon as they brought him up, all the eulachon that were in the ocean started to run up river, and everyone tried to preserve as many of them as he could.

In the same town were two menstruant women, and the other shaman told these that there would be a great many land otters about the town that evening. Just as he had said, at the time when his spirits came to him that evening, numbers of land-otter-men came through the village. They could be heard whistling about the town. Finally some one said, “Why is it that it sounds as if they were all where the two women are?” Sure enough, they found that the land otters were talking inside of the two women. The ones that were inside of them were really land-otter-men, that is, men who had been taken away by the land otters and made like themselves.

A person would often creep close up to these women to find out what they were, but every time something spoke out inside, “Do not sneak around here for I can see you.” They could not get at them. These land-otter-men had come to the women to turn them into land-otter-people also.

A menstruant woman is the only thing that will enfeeble the power of a shaman’s spirit, therefore, although the shaman endeavored to get these land-otter-men out of the women, his spirits kept turning back. When the shaman’s spirit came to him next evening, it said that there were more land-otter-men coming to take away the ones in these women and the women with them. He told the people to be watchful, because there was going to be a great disturbance that night. When night came on the people were all very much frightened at the noises the land-otter-men made under the houses, and they had great trouble keeping the two women in their rooms so that they should not be carried off. All the people helped them, but the land otters were invisible. After that nobody went out to camp for a long time. Then they said to the two women, “Take your bloody clothes to different beaches, leave them there, and tell the land otters that they are too great animals to fight with weak beings.” In those times whenever a menstruant woman said anything of that kind it had to be obeyed. So the land otters went off.

The shamans in those times were very strict and strong, and whatever they saw was true. By and by these shamans said, “Something is going to happen to that great town thereby the lake.” When the things that had happened in their neighbors’ town regarding the land otters were reported to the people there, they said, “Are you afraid of those things that stutter and can not talk like you and I?” By and by two men started hunting from this place. When they had reached the top of a neighboring mountain, they looked back and saw a great flood come down between the mountains and overwhelm their town. This flood was caused by an avalanche which poured into the lake and filled it up, forcing the water out. Some human bodies were hanging to the branches of trees. The men knew this had happened on account of the way they had spoken of the land otters, and, starting on aimlessly, they came to the town where the shamans lived.

One of these two shamans had a quantity of oil which he was going to carry to another town. He wanted to buy skins of kinds different from those his own people had. When they reached a camping place outside of the town the man’s spirit told him to go down to the beach at low tide and carry a hook with him. A shaman’s spirits never liked salt things. There he saw a very big devilfish under a rock, and his spirit said to him, “Look out, master, that is a big live devilfish.” As soon as he had hooked it, he saw what appeared to be two ducks flying toward him from either side, but they were really the devilfish’s arms. Then his spirit told him to run up quickly on the bank, and he squatted down there under a rock, while the devilfish’s tentacles swept over him, carrying all the forest trees along with them. Two days after this his spirit told him to set out again.

When this shaman arrived at Kakanuwu’, where many people lived, everybody wanted to see him and try his strength, because they had heard that he was a great shaman. One evening they began trying him. They threw his mask on his face and it stayed there, covering up his eyes so that he could not see where he was going. Then, when he ran around the fire, the people stuck out their feet to trip him, but he jumped over them every time. This showed how strong his spirits were. Another time his spirits came to him they built a big fire and he started around it. Then he threw the fire round upon everyone who was there and as high up as the ceiling, but the fire hurt nobody. By and by his clothes man said, “Another spirit is coming to him soon, named Gutscaxo’tqa.” This spirit had a big knife in his hand with which he would hit people on the breast. When it came to him, the shaman told the older people to stand up straight and motionless and not to fear, for if one got seared he would die. He hit one, and they laid him in a certain place. Then everyone said, “You better kill that shaman, for he has slain the best man in the company.” After his spirits had gone away, however, the shaman went to the body out of which blood was still flowing and said, “It will be all right,” while his spirits made a noise. Then the man got up and jumped about. The people looked at the wounded place, but there was not as much as a scar upon it.

After a while the shaman began trading off his grease to all who wanted it. One day he said, “Something is about to come up that will be very dangerous to you people.” It was the moon. When the moon came up it shone brightly, and the stars were bright, but after a time the moon began to hide its face from them. That was what he had predicted. The people, however, thought this was caused by the shaman himself.

Then the leading men and women of the Ka’gwantan dressed themselves up, put grease on the fire, and began dancing to dance the moon out. After awhile it came out just a little, so they felt very happy and danced still harder. They continued doing so until the whole moon was out. At the same time people took whatever property they had, held it up and called the moon for it. They say the moon acts in this way because it feels poor and lonely, so, when the moon or sun does thus, they act in this manner. After that the shaman went home and told his fellow shaman how everyone had tried him in this place. “When I went around the fire, people put out their feet to make me stumble. They tried me in every way.”

The shaman left at home was also trying to exert his power. His spirits were singing inside of him in order to bring salmon into the creeks, and he told someone to make him a one-barbed hook (dina’). Whenever the salmon he was after came he was going to use this in order to get it. When it came up it filled the whole of Alsek river and broke all the hooks of those who tried to catch it. Then the shaman selected a small boy and said, “This little boy is going to hook it.” So he gave him the hook he had had made, and the little boy pulled it up easily. The shaman’s spirits had killed it. This salmon was so large that all in that town had a share, and even then it was more than they could cook for one meal. It was the biggest salmon ever killed. There are two creeks in that region, and to this day a young boy can easily pull in a large spring salmon there such as is hard for an adult to manage.

There is a hole near by called Hole-Raven-bored (Yel-djuwatu’lia), because Raven made it long ago. In early times, whenever there was to be a large run of eulachon or other fish, quantities of rocks came out of that hole. So people used to go there to look at it.

In one place Alsek river runs under a glacier. People can pass beneath in their canoes, but, if anyone speaks, while they are under it, the glacier comes down on them. They say that in those times this glacier was like an animal, and could hear what was said to it. So, when they camped just below it, people would say, “Give us some food. We have need of food.” Then the glacier always came down with a rush and raised a wave which threw numbers of salmon ashore.

The people were also in the habit of going up some distance above the glacier to a place called Canyuka’ after soapberries which grow there in abundance. The first time they went up they discovered people who were all naked, except about the loins, and there was a shaman among them who was reputed to have a great deal of strength. For that reason they tried him. They took mussel shells, clam shells, and sharp stones and tried to cut his hair, but a single hair on his head was 3 inches across, so everything broke. This shaman had many spirits. Some were glacier spirits, called Sit tu koha’ni, Fair-girls-of-the-glacier; others were of the sky tribe called Gus tu koha’ni, Fair-girls-of-the-sky.

The shaman said that, on their way down, one canoe load of the down-river people would be drowned as they passed under the glacier; but the spirits of the shaman below told him about this, and he went up to see the Athapascan shaman. In those days shamans hated one another exceedingly. So the Athapascan shaman placed kaqanaqaq, something to destroy all of one’s opponent’s people, before his guest. The latter, however, all at once saw what it was and went home. Soon after he got there, the Athapascan shaman died, killed his rival’s spirits, and his spirits passed to one of his friends.

The shamans living on Alsek river had a great deal of strength. All things in the sea and in the forest obeyed them. A rock just south of Alsek river, named Ta’naku, has within it the spirits of a shaman called Qatsati’. When a person wanted to kill some animal he placed things there, and now the Ta’qdentan make a door like it and use it as an emblem. Near by is a place where many wild onions grow. They were planted there by Raven.

There is a small river beyond Alsek to which the Alsek River people once went for slaves. On their second expedition they killed a rich man, and those people, who were called Luqoedi, built a fort. Among them was a very brave man, named Lucwa’k, who conceived the idea of making the gate very strong, and of having it fastened on the inside so that it could be opened only wide enough to admit a single person at a time. Now, when the Alsek River people came up again and tried to enter the fort through this door, they were clubbed to death one at a time. By morning there were piles of dead bodies around the door.

Then the survivors begged Lucwa’k to let them have the bodies of those who had been wealthy, but he climbed up on the fort and said, “I will name my fort again. Know that it is Eagle fort. The eagle’s claws are fastened in the dead bodies, and he can not let go of them. Poor as we are you always bring war against us, but now it is our turn. We have done this work, and I can not let one go.” Toward evening, however, he had all of the bodies thrown outside, and climbed on the top beam of the fort where he walked about whistling with happiness. Meanwhile his opponents loaded their canoes with the dead and took them home. When they burned these, they took all the women they had enslaved in previous expeditions and threw them also into the flames. Then all the Eagle people assembled, returned to Eagle fort, burned it, and destroyed nearly everybody inside. Lucwa’k’s body was not burned, because he was a brave man, and brave men do not want to sit close to the fire in the Ghosts’ home like weaklings.

Another time some Alsek people went visiting at a certain place and were invited to take sweat baths. But their hosts remained outside, and, when the Alsek people came out, they killed them. One of their victims was a man named Sita’n, related to the Athapascans. He protected himself at first by holding a board in front of his face. Then they said, “Take down the board, Sita’n. What we are doing now is especially, for you.” In those times a person used to make some kind of noise when he went out expecting to be killed. So Sita’n uttered this cry, ran out, and was killed.

After they had collected all of the dead bodies on a board a woman came crying out of the town. Then they said to her, “Are you really crying? If you are really crying for the dead bodies, lend us your husband’s stone ax so that we can cut firewood with which to burn them.” In those times stone axes were valuable and, when one was broken, people beat a drum as though somebody had died. It means that this woman was very sorry indeed for the dead people when she lent her stone ax for this purpose.

When the Alsek River people heard of this slaughter they were very sad, but first they started their respective shamans fighting. It was really the shamans’ spirits that fought. The shaman would stand in one place and say, “Now we are going to fight.” He would also perform with knives just as if he were fighting something, though at that time the shamans were very far apart. Their spirits, however, could see each other plainly. They would also give the names of those warriors who were to be killed.

On the next expedition from Alsek against the people who had killed so many of their friends, they killed the same number on the other side. That was the way people did in olden times. They kept on fighting until both sides were even. Therefore they stopped at this point.


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How the frogs honored the dead

When fearing attack, the Kiksa’di and Ka’gwantan sought refuge on Kanasqe’ (St. Lazaria Island), dividing themselves between its two tidal-separated parts. Amid their struggle for food, they attempted to drain a saltwater pond harboring a creature called Lin. After a Ka’gwantan chief’s death, a symbolic frog emerged and sacrificed itself in the fire during the funeral rites, leading to a vow of war and ceremonial offerings to honor the frog and the chief.

Source: 
Tlingit Myths and Texts 
by John R. Swanton 
[Smithsonian Institution] 
Bureau of American Ethnology 
Bulletin 39 
Washington, 1909


► Themes of the story

Sacrifice: The frog’s self-immolation during the chief’s funeral rites symbolizes a profound act of sacrifice, reflecting the deep respect and ritual significance attributed to such acts in the narrative.

Ancestral Spirits: The community’s ceremonial offerings to honor both the deceased chief and the frog highlight the importance of ancestral spirits and the rituals performed to honor them, emphasizing the connection between the living and the spiritual realm.

Supernatural Beings: The presence of the creature Lin in the saltwater pond and the symbolic appearance of the frog during the funeral rites introduce elements of the supernatural, indicating interactions with beings beyond the ordinary human experience.

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Myth recorded in English at Sitka, Alaska
January-April 1904

One time, when they were afraid of being attacked, all of the Kiksa’di and Ka’gwantan encamped on Kanasqe’ (St. Lazaria island). There are two parts to this island separated at high tide, and the Kiksa’di encamped upon one, while the Ka’gwantan lived upon the other. On the same island there is also a small salt water pond at the bottom of which was a creature called Lin, and, being pressed for food on account of their fear of the enemy, the allies often tried to bail out this pond when the tide left it, to get at the sea animal.

While the people were there, a chief of the Ka’gwantan died, and, after he had been in the house among his friends for eight days, one of his friends said to the Kiksa’di, “Take care of his dead body.” All the Ka’gwantan chiefs marry Kikca’ (Kiksa’di women).

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But the real frog tribe thought they were the ones who were summoned, because they are also Kikca’.

Then all the Kiksa’di made ready to go ashore to burn his dead body. They chopped much wood and made a fire, while all of the Kiksa’di and Ka’gwantan stood around it, and everyone felt badly. All at once a big frog, as long as the hand and wrist, jumped out from the place where the fire was and began making a noise. All looked at it. It had come out because the frogs were the ones to whom the Ka’gwantan had spoken. After that it jumped into the fire and burned up.

Then all the people tied themselves up (ga’xani) (i.e., tied their blankets around their waists, as they did when they were engaged in lifting the sun) out of respect to the chief. All felt very badly about the dead man, and one person said, “It will not be like draining out the Lin lake (Lin a’ya). Let us go to war.” So they captured slaves and killed them for the dead man, and, when they put food into the fire for him, they also named the frog that it might receive some as well.


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The woman who was killed by a clam

During a famine, a chief’s daughter became trapped by a bivalve while gathering clams at low tide. As the tide rose, she sang a lament until it submerged her completely. Mourning her loss, the people held a feast, offering food, blankets, and other items to the water as a tribute to her memory.

Source: 
Tlingit Myths and Texts 
by John R. Swanton 
[Smithsonian Institution] 
Bureau of American Ethnology 
Bulletin 39 
Washington, 1909


► Themes of the story

Sacrifice: The woman’s tragic death highlights the sacrifices individuals make during times of hardship, especially in the context of a famine where gathering food is perilous.

Loss and Renewal: The community’s mourning and the subsequent feast symbolize the cycle of loss and the attempts at renewal through communal rituals and offerings.

Sacred Spaces: The sea serves as a sacred space in this narrative, with the community offering tributes to the water, acknowledging its power and significance in their lives.

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Myth recorded in English at Sitka, Alaska
January-April 1904

There was a famine at a certain town and many people had to depend on shellfish, so the women went down to the beach at low tide every day to gather them.

One time a chief’s daughter went down and reached far under a rock to find some clams. Then a large bivalve called xit closed upon her hand, holding her prisoner.

Presently the tide began to rise, and, when it had almost reached her, she began singing a song about herself. She kept on singing until the tide passed right over her.

Then all felt sad and held a feast for her at which they put food, blankets, and other things into the water.

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How the Monkey Saved His Troop

A mango tree grew by a river, offering fruit to monkeys and fishermen alike. When a king discovered its delicious mangoes, he camped beneath it. That night, the monkeys, threatened by archers, were saved by their chief, who created a bridge with his body for them to escape. Witnessing this act of leadership and sacrifice, the king vowed to care for the heroic monkey.

Source: 
More Jataka Tales 
by Ellen C. Babbit 
The Century Co., New York, 1922


► Themes of the story

Sacrifice: The monkey chief sacrifices his own safety to save his troop, demonstrating selflessness and bravery.

Moral Lessons: The story teaches the values of altruism, courage, and the importance of protecting others.

Good vs. Evil: The narrative showcases the struggle between the vulnerable monkeys and their pursuers, emphasizing resilience and ingenuity in the face of danger.

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A mango-tree grew on the bank of a great river. The fruit fell from some of the branches of this tree into the river, and from other branches it fell on the ground. Every night a troop of Monkeys gathered the fruit that lay on the ground and climbed up into the tree to get the mangoes, which were like large, juicy peaches.

One day the king of the country stood on the bank of this same river, but many miles below where the mango-tree grew. The king was watching the fishermen with their nets.

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As they drew in their nets, the fishermen found not only fishes but a strange fruit. They went to the king with the strange fruit. “What is this?” asked the king. “We do not know, O King,” they said.

“Call the foresters,” said the king, “They will know what it is.”

So they called the foresters and they said that it was a mango.

“Is it good to eat?” asked the king.

The foresters said it was very good. So the king cut the mango and giving some to the princes, he ate some of it himself. He liked it very much, and they all liked it.

Then the king said to the foresters, “Where does the mango-tree grow?”

The foresters told him that it grew on the river bank many miles farther up the river.

“Let us go and see the tree and get some mangoes,” said the king.

So he had many rafts joined together, and they went up the river until they came to the place where the mango-tree grew.

The foresters said, “O King, this is the mango-tree.”

“We will land here,” said the king, and they did so. The king and all the men with him gathered the mangoes that lay on the ground under the tree. They all liked them so well that the king said, “Let us stay here to-night, and gather more fruit in the morning.” So they had their supper under the trees, and then lay down to sleep.

When all was quiet, the Chief of the Monkeys came with his troop. All the mangoes on the ground had been eaten, so the monkeys jumped from branch to branch, picking and eating mangoes, and chattering to one another. They made so much noise that they woke up the king. He called his archers saying: “Stand under the mango-tree and shoot the Monkeys as they come down to the ground to get away. Then in the morning we shall have Monkey’s flesh as well as mangoes to eat.”

The Monkeys saw the archers standing around with their arrows ready to shoot. Fearing death, the Monkeys ran to their Chief, saying: “O Chief, the archers stand around the tree ready to shoot us! What shall we do?” They shook with fear.

The Chief said: “Do not fear; I will save you. Stay where you are until I call you.”

The Monkeys were comforted, for he had always helped them whenever they had needed help.

Then the Chief of the Monkeys ran out on the branch of the mango-tree that hung out over the river. The long branches of the tree across the river did not quite meet the branch he stood on. The Chief said to himself: “If the Monkeys try to jump across from this tree to that, some of them will fall into the water and drown. I must save them, but how am I to do it? I know what I shall do. I shall make a bridge of my back.”

So the Chief reached across and took hold of the longest branch of the tree across the river. He called, “Come, Monkeys; run out on this branch, step on my back, and then run along the branch of the other tree.”

The Monkeys did as the Chief told them to do. They ran along the branch, stepped on his back, then ran along the branch of the other tree. They swung themselves down to the ground, and away they went back to their home.

The king saw all that was done by the Chief and his troop. “That big Monkey,” said the king to the archers, “saved the whole troop. I will see to it that he is taken care of the rest of his life.” And the king kept his promise.


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The Golden Goose

A kind Golden Goose gave its golden feathers to a poor woman and her daughters, helping them live comfortably. Despite the Goose’s generosity, the greedy mother plucked all its feathers at once, ignoring her daughters’ objections. However, the feathers turned worthless, and the Goose grew plain white feathers. Betrayed, it flew away forever, leaving the family to face their greed-fueled loss.

Source: 
More Jataka Tales 
by Ellen C. Babbit 
The Century Co., New York, 1922


► Themes of the story

Sacrifice: The goose selflessly offers its golden feathers to help the poor family.

Moral Lessons: The story teaches the dangers of greed and the importance of gratitude and patience.

Loss and Renewal: The family’s greed causes them to lose the goose’s gifts, symbolizing the destruction of a blessing due to their actions.

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Once upon a time there was a Goose who had beautiful golden feathers. Not far away from this Goose lived a poor, a very poor woman, who had two daughters.

The Goose saw that they had a hard time to get along and said he to himself:”If I give them one after another of my golden feathers, the mother can sell them, and with the money they bring she and her daughters can then live in comfort.”

So away the Goose flew to the poor woman’s house.

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Seeing the Goose, the woman said: “Why do you come here? We have nothing to give you.”

“But I have something to give you,” said the Goose. “I will give my feathers, one by one, and you can sell them for enough so that you and your daughters can live in comfort.”

So saying the Goose gave her one of his feathers, and then flew away. From time to time he came back, each time leaving another feather.

The mother and her daughters sold the beautiful feathers for enough money to keep them in comfort. But one day the mother said to her daughters: “Let us not trust this Goose. Some day he may fly away and never come back. Then we should be poor again. Let us get all of his feathers the very next time he comes.”

The daughters said: “This will hurt the Goose. We will not do such a thing.”

But the mother was greedy. The next time the Golden Goose came she took hold of him with both hands, and pulled out every one of his feathers.

Now the Golden Goose has strange feathers. If his feathers are plucked out against his wish, they no longer remain golden but turn white and are of no more value than chicken-feathers. The new ones that come in are not golden, but plain white. As time went on his feathers grew again, and then he flew away to his home and never came back again.


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Grannie’s Blackie

A rich man gifted a baby elephant to a woman, who cared for him dearly. Known as “Granny’s Blackie,” the elephant played with village children but never worked. One day, realizing Granny’s frailty, Blackie helped pull wagons for money. He earned fair pay and brought silver home to Granny. From then on, Blackie worked tirelessly, allowing Granny to rest, and they lived happily.

Source: 
Jataka Tales 
by Ellen C. Babbit 
The Century Co., New York, 1912


► Themes of the story

Transformation through Love: Blackie’s affection for Granny motivates his shift from a carefree life to one of responsibility, showcasing how love can inspire personal change.

Sacrifice: Blackie willingly takes on labor to ease Granny’s burdens, exemplifying the act of giving up one’s comfort for the well-being of a loved one.

Moral Lessons: The narrative imparts values of gratitude, responsibility, and selflessness, teaching readers the importance of caring for others.

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Once upon a time a rich man gave a baby Elephant to a woman.

She took the best of care of this great baby and soon became very fond of him.

The children in the village called her Granny, and they called the Elephant “Granny’s Blackie.”

The Elephant carried the children on his back all over the village. They shared their goodies with him and he played with them.

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“Please, Blackie, give us a swing,” they said to him almost every day.

“Come on! Who is first?” Blackie answered and picked them up with his trunk, swung them high in the air, and then put them down again, carefully.

But Blackie never did any work.

He ate and slept, played with the children, and visited with Granny.

One day Blackie wanted Granny to go off to the woods with him.

“I can’t go, Blackie, dear. I have too much work to do.”

Then Blackie looked at her and saw that she was growing old and feeble.

“I am young and strong,” he thought. “I’ll see if I cannot find some work to do. If I could bring some money home to her, she would not have to work so hard.”

So next morning, bright and early, he started down to the river bank.

There he found a man who was in great trouble. There was a long line of wagons so heavily loaded that the oxen could not draw them through the shallow water.

When the man saw Blackie standing on the bank he asked, “Who owns this Elephant? I want to hire him to help my Oxen pull these wagons across the river.”

A child standing near by said, “That is Granny’s Blackie.”

“Very well,” said the man, “I’ll pay two pieces of silver for each wagon this Elephant draws across the river.”

Blackie was glad to hear this promise. He went into the river, and drew one wagon after another across to the other side.

Then he went up to the man for the money.

The man counted out one piece of silver for each wagon.

When Blackie saw that the man had counted out but one piece of silver for each wagon, instead of two, he would not touch the money at all. He stood in the road and would not let the wagons pass him.

The man tried to get Blackie out of the way, but not one step would he move.

Then the man went back and counted out another piece of silver for each of the wagons and put the silver in a bag tied around Blackie’s neck.

Then Blackie started for home, proud to think that he had a present for Granny.

The children had missed Blackie and had asked Granny where he was, but she said she did not know where he had gone.

They all looked for him but it was nearly night before they heard him coming.

“Where have you been, Blackie? And what is that around your neck?” the children cried, running to meet their playmate.

But Blackie would not stop to talk with his playmates. He ran straight home to Granny.

“Oh, Blackie!” she said, “Where have you been? What is in that bag?” And she took the bag off his neck.

Blackie told her that he had earned some money for her.

“Oh, Blackie, Blackie,” said Granny, “how hard you must have worked to earn these pieces of silver! What a good Blackie you are!”

And after that Blackie did all the hard work and Granny rested, and they were both very happy.


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The Banyan Deer

In a forest, a golden Banyan Deer ruled a herd of 500, while another herd followed the Monkey Deer. A hunting king forced Deer into a park for easy hunting, sparking a pact between the Deer kings to minimize losses. When a mother Deer begged mercy for her child, the Banyan Deer sacrificed himself. His compassion moved the human king to cease hunting entirely, saving all Deer.

Source: 
Jataka Tales 
by Ellen C. Babbit 
The Century Co., New York, 1912


► Themes of the story

Sacrifice: The Banyan Deer king sacrifices himself to protect the mother deer and her unborn child.

Moral Lessons: The story teaches ethics of compassion, mercy, and the value of selflessness.

Conflict with Authority: The deer confronts the authority of the human king, ultimately influencing him to change his ways.

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There was once a Deer the color of gold. His eyes were like round jewels, his horns were white as silver, his mouth was red like a flower, his hoofs were bright and hard. He had a large body and a fine tail. He lived in a forest and was king of a herd of five hundred Banyan Deer. Near by lived another herd of Deer, called the Monkey Deer. They, too, had a king.

The king of that country was fond of hunting the Deer and eating deer meat. He did not like to go alone so he called the people of his town to go with him, day after day.

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The townspeople did not like this for while they were gone no one did their work. So they decided to make a park and drive the Deer into it. Then the king could go into the park and hunt and they could go on with their daily work.

They made a park, planted grass in it and provided water for the Deer, built a fence all around it and drove the Deer into it.

Then they shut the gate and went to the king to tell him that in the park near by he could find all the Deer he wanted.

The king went at once to look at the Deer. First he saw there the two Deer kings, and granted them their lives. Then he looked at their great herds.

Some days the king would go to hunt the Deer, sometimes his cook would go. As soon as any of the Deer saw them they would shake with fear and run. But when they had been hit once or twice they would drop down dead.

The King of the Banyan Deer sent for the King of the Monkey Deer and said, “Friend, many of the Deer are being killed. Many are wounded besides those who are killed. After this suppose one from my herd goes up to be killed one day, and the next day let one from your herd go up. Fewer Deer will be lost this way.”

The Monkey Deer agreed. Each day the Deer whose turn it was would go and lie down, placing its head on the block. The cook would come and carry off the one he found lying there.

One day the lot fell to a mother Deer who had a young baby. She went to her king and said, “O King of the Monkey Deer, let the turn pass me by until my baby is old enough to get along without me. Then I will go and put my head on the block.”

But the king did not help her. He told her that if the lot had fallen to her she must die.

Then she went to the King of the Banyan Deer and asked him to save her.

“Go back to your herd. I will go in your place,” said he.

The next day the cook found the King of the Banyan Deer lying with his head on the block. The cook went to the king, who came himself to find out about this.

“King of the Banyan Deer! did I not grant you your life? Why are you lying here?”

“O great King!” said the King of the Banyan Deer, “a mother came with her young baby and told me that the lot had fallen to her. I could not ask any one else to take her place, so I came myself.” “King of the Banyan Deer! I never saw such kindness and mercy. Rise up. I grant your life and hers. Nor will I hunt any more the Deer in either park or forest.”


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The Land of the Dead

A young woman from a Yukon village dies and journeys to the land of shades, guided by her deceased grandfather. She witnesses surreal scenes, including punishments for earthly actions, a river of tears, and a village of shades. After attending a ceremonial feast for the dead, she mysteriously returns to life but frail. Her namesake sacrifices herself, allowing the young woman to recover and live on.

Source: 
The Eskimo about Bering Strait 
by Edward William Nelson 
[Smithsonian Institution] 
Bureau of American Ethnology 
Eighteenth Annual Report 
Washington, 1900


► Themes of the story

Underworld Journey: The protagonist’s journey to the land of shades, guided by her deceased grandfather, exemplifies a venture into a realm of the dead.

Transformation: The young woman’s experience of death, her journey through the afterlife, and subsequent return to life highlight themes of physical and spiritual transformation.

Sacrifice: The self-sacrifice of the young woman’s namesake, who gives her life to allow the protagonist to recover and live on, underscores the theme of giving up something valuable for a greater cause.

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from Andreivsky, on the Lower Yukon

The following tale is known all along the Lower Yukon, and was related by an old shaman who said that it occurred several generations ago. It is believed by the Eskimo to have been an actual occurrence, and it gives a fair idea of their belief of the condition of the shade after death.

A young woman living at a village on the Lower Yukon became ill and died. When death came to her she lost consciousness for a time; then she was awakened by some one shaking her, saying, “Get up, do not sleep; you are dead.” When she opened her eyes she saw that she was lying in her grave box, and her dead grandfather’s shade was standing beside her. He put out his hand to help her rise from the box and told her to look about.

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She did so, and saw many people whom she knew moving about in the village. The old man then turned her with her back to the village and she saw that the country she knew so well had disappeared and in its place was a strange village, extending as far as the eye could reach. They went to the village, and the old man told her to go into one of the houses. So soon as she entered the house a woman sitting there picked up a piece of wood and raised it to strike her, saying, angrily, “What do you want here?” She ran out crying and told the old man about the woman. He said, “This is the village of the dog shades, and from that you can see how the living dogs feel when beaten by people.”

From this they passed on and came to another village, in which stood a large kashim. Close to this village she saw a man lying on the ground with grass growing up through all his joints, and, though he could move, he could not arise. Her grandfather told her that this shade was punished thus for pulling up and chewing grass stems when he was on the earth. Looking curiously at his shade for a time, she turned to speak to her grandfather, but he had disappeared. Extending onward before her was a path leading to a distant village, so she followed it. She soon came to a swift river, which seemed to bar her way. This river was made up of the tears of the people who weep on earth for the dead. When the girl saw that she could not cross, she sat on the bank and began to weep. When she wiped her eyes she saw a mass of straw and other stuff like refuse thrown from houses, floating down the stream, and it stopped in front of her. Upon this she crossed the river as over a bridge. When she reached the farther side the refuse vanished and she went on her way. Before she reached the village the shades had smelled her and cried out, “Someone is coming.” When she reached them they crowded about her, saying, “Who is she? Whence does she come?” They examined her clothing, finding the totem marks, which showed where she belonged, for in ancient days people always had their totem marks on their clothing and other articles, so that members of every village and family were thus known.

Just then someone said, “Where is she? Where is she?” and she saw her grandfather’s shade coming toward her. Taking her by the hand, he led her into a house near by. On the farther side of the room she saw an old woman, who gave several grunts and then said, “Come and sit by me.” This old woman was her grandmother, and she asked the girl if she wanted a drink, at the same time beginning to weep. When the. girl became thirsty she looked about and saw some strange looking tubs of water, among which only one, nearly empty, was made like those in her own village.

Her grandmother told her to drink water from this tub only, as that was their own Yukon water, while the other tubs were all full of water from the village of the shades. When she became hungry her grand mother gave her a piece of deer fat, telling her that it had been given them by her son, the girl’s father, at one of the festivals of the dead, and at the same time he had given them the tub of water from which she had just drunk.

The old woman told the girl that the reason her grandfather had become her guide was because when she was dying she had thought of him. When a dying person thinks of his relatives who are dead the thought is heard in the land of shades, and the person thought of by the dying one hurries off to show the new shade the road. When the season came for the feast of the dead to be given at the dead girl’s village, two messengers were sent out, as usual, to invite the neighboring villagers to the festival. The messengers traveled a long time toward one of the villages, and it became dark before they reached it, but at last they heard the drums beat and the sound of the dancers feet in the kashim. Going in, they delivered to the people their invitation to the feast of the dead.

Sitting invisible on a bench among these people, with the girl between them, were the shades of the grandfather and grandmother, and when the messengers went back to their own village the next day the three shades followed them, but were still invisible. When the festival had nearly been completed, the mother of the dead girl was given water, which she drank. Then the shades went outside of the kashim to wait for their names to be called for the ceremony of the putting of clothing upon namesakes of the dead.

As the shades of the girl and her grandparents went out of the kashim the old man gave the girl a push, which caused her to fall and lose her senses in the passageway. When she recovered she looked about and found herself alone. She arose and stood in the corner of the entrance way under a lamp burning there, and waited for the other shades to come out that she might join her companions. There she waited until all of the living people came out dressed in fine new clothing, but she saw none of her companion shades.

Soon after this an old man with a stick came hobbling into the entrance, and as he looked up he saw the shade standing in the corner with her feet raised more than a span above the floor. He asked her if she was a live person or a shade, but she did not reply, and he went hurriedly into the kashim. There he told the men to hasten out and look at the strange being standing in the passageway, whose feet did not rest on the earth and who did not belong to their village. All the men hurried out, and, seeing her, some of them took down the lamp and by its light she was recognized and hurried into the house of her parents.

When the men first saw her she appeared in form and color exactly as when alive, but the moment she sat down in her father’s house her color faded and she shrank away until she became nothing but skin and bone, and was too weak to speak. Early the next morning her namesake, a woman in the same village, died, and her shade went away to the land of the dead in the girl’s place, and the latter gradually became strong again and lived for many years.


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The last of the thunderbirds

Long ago, giant eagles, or thunderbirds, inhabited the Yukon mountains. A pair survived atop a rounded mountain near Sabotnisky, preying on reindeer and fishermen. When a thunderbird took his wife, a brave hunter climbed the mountain, killing their young. He ambushed the enraged parent birds, wounding them fatally. The hunter recovered his wife’s remains, performed rituals, and ended the terror of the thunderbirds forever.

Source: 
The Eskimo about Bering Strait 
by Edward William Nelson 
[Smithsonian Institution] 
Bureau of American Ethnology 
Eighteenth Annual Report 
Washington, 1900


► Themes of the story

Quest: The hunter embarks on a perilous journey to the mountain lair of the thunderbirds to rescue his wife and protect his community.

Good vs. Evil: The narrative depicts the struggle between the hunter (good) and the predatory thunderbirds (evil) that threaten the safety of the villagers.

Sac08. Sacrificerifice: The hunter risks his life, confronting formidable creatures, to avenge his wife’s death and end the terror inflicted upon his people.

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from the Lower Yukon

Very long ago there were many giant eagles or thunderbirds living in the mountains, but they all disappeared except a single pair which made their home on the mountain top overlooking the Yukon river near Sabotnisky. The top of this mountain was round, and the eagles had hollowed out a great basin on the summit which they used for their nest, around the edges of which was a rocky rim from which they could look down upon the large village near the water’s edge. From their perch on this rocky wall these great birds would soar away on their broad wings, looking like a cloud in the sky, sometimes to seize a reindeer from some passing herd to bring back to their young; again they would circle out, with a noise like thunder from their shaking wings, and descend upon a fisherman in his canoe on the surface of the river, carrying man and canoe to the top of the mountain.

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There the man would be eaten by the young thunderbirds and the canoe would lie bleaching among the bones and other refuse scattered along the border of the nest.

Every fall the young birds would fly away into the northland, while the old ones would remain. Then came a time, after many hunters had been carried away by the birds, that only the most daring would go upon the great river. One summer day a brave young hunter started out to look at his fish traps on the river, but before he went he told his wife to be careful and not leave the house for fear of the birds. After her husband had gone the young wife saw that the water tub was empty, so she took a bucket and went to the river for water. As she turned to go back, a roaring noise like thunder filled the air, and one of the birds darted down and seized her in its talons. The villagers cried out in sorrow and despair when they saw her carried to the mountain top.

When the hunter came home the people hastened to tell him of his wife’s death, but he said nothing. Going to his empty house he took down his bow and a quiver full of war arrows, and after examining them carefully he started out toward the eagle mountain. Vainly did his friends try to stop him by telling him that the birds would surely destroy him. He would not listen to them, but hurried on. With firm steps at last he gained the rim of the great nest and looked in. The old birds were away, but the fierce young eagles met him with shrill cries and fiery, shining eyes. The hunter’s heart was full of anger, and he quickly bent his bow, loosing the war arrows one after another until the last one of the hateful birds lay dead in the nest.

With heart still burning for revenge, the hunter sheltered himself by a great rock near the nest and waited for the parent birds. The old birds came. They saw their young lying dead and bloody in the nest, and uttered such cries of rage that the sound echoed from the farther side of the great river as they soared up into the air looking for the one who had killed their young. Very quickly they saw the brave hunter by the great stone, and the mother bird swooped down upon him, her wings sounding like a gale in the spruce forest. Quickly fitting an arrow to his string, as the eagle came down the hunter sent it deep into her throat. With a hoarse cry she turned and flew away to the north, far beyond the hills. Then the father bird circled overhead and came roaring down upon the hunter, who, at the right moment, crouched close to the ground behind the stone and the eagle’s sharp claws struck only the hard rock. As the bird arose, eager to swoop down again, the hunter sprang from his shelter and, with all his strength, drove two heavy war arrows deep under its great wing. Uttering a cry of rage and spreading abroad his wings, the thunderbird floated away like a cloud in the sky far into the northland and was never seen again.

Having taken blood vengeance, the hunter’s heart felt lighter, and he went down into the nest where he found some fragments of his wife, which he carried to the water’s edge and, building a fire, made food offerings and libations of water pleasing to the shade.

The truth of this tale is implicitly believed by the Eskimo of the Lower Yukon. They point out the crater of an old volcano as the nest of the giant eagles, and say that the ribs of old canoes and curiously colored stones carried there by the birds may still be seen about the rim of the nest. This is one of the various legends of the giant eagles or thunderbirds that are familiar to the Eskimo of the Yukon and to those of Bering strait and Kotzebue sound.


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