A young woman in a nameless village refuses all suitors and secretly takes a nightly lover who scratches her head in sleep. Curious, she ties a feather in his hair only to find it on her brother. In anger and shame she sacrifices her breasts, accuses him, then ascends to the sky as the sun. Her brother, in haste, follows as the moon—forever marked by their tragic bond.
Source:
Athapascan Traditions
from the Lower Yukon
by J.W. Chapman
The American Folklore Society
Journal of American Folklore
Vol.16, No.62, pp. 180-185
July-September, 1903
► Themes of the story
Origin of Things: This tale explains how the sun and moon came into being.
Sacrifice: The sister mutilates herself, offering her breasts as evidence and as an ultimate sacrifice.
Family Dynamics: The central conflict arises from the twisted relationship between siblings and its devastating consequences.
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There was once a large village, where there lived a family of four boys, with their younger sister, making five children. And, as the story goes, the girl refused to marry when she grew up, even though many suitors came from a distance as well as from her own village. And, as she continued to refuse them, by and by the men and women of her set were all married off. At that time, I must tell you, there was no sun and moon, and the earth was in a kind of twilight. So this woman lived on, though the strangers no longer came, and her own mates took no further notice of her, being married already.
At length, one night, some one came and scratched her head while she was asleep. “There are no strangers in the village,” thought she. “Who can this be?”
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Nevertheless, she spoke with him. Every night this man who spoke with her did the same thing, and finally he became as her husband. “But who can it be,” she thought. “Every one in the village is married, except my older brother, and there are no strangers here. I will tie a feather in his hair, and when they leave the kashime, I will go and see who it is that has his hair tied.” “Come,” said she, “leave me and go to the kashime. Come! You must have some sleep, and I am sleepy, too.” So she spoke after she had tied the feather in his hair, and he left her and went to the kashime, while she lay awake, thinking.
When it began to grow light, she went out and stood at the door of their house, and saw the men coming out, according to their custom, but none of them had the feather in his hair. Suddenly her older brother rushed out. She looked, and there was the feather. The blood rushed to her face, and everything grew dark; then she was overcome with anger. At daylight she brought in (from her cache) her best parka, a beautiful one which had never been worn. Berries also, and deer-fat she brought, without a word, and did not even answer her mother when she spoke to her.
Then, when she had made the fire, she bathed herself, and attired herself in her beautiful parka and her moccasins (as for a journey). Then she took the frozen food (which she had prepared) and put it into her brother’s bowl, and taking her housewife’s knife, she reached down within her parka and cut off her breasts and put them upon the frozen food, and thrust an awl into each, and went with it to the kashime.
Inside the door, she straightened herself up. Yonder, on the opposite side of the room, sat her brother. She set the dish down by him. “There is no doubt that it was you who did it,” she said; “I thought surely it must be some one else. A pestilence will break out upon all mankind for what you have done.”
She left the kashime, and yonder, in the east, she went up in the sky as the sun. Then her brother drew on his parka and moccasins also, but in his haste he left off one of them. “My sister has escaped me,” he thought; and he too, going after her, became the moon.
“And,” adds the story-teller, “we do not look at the sun, because we sympathize with her shame.”
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