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by Barbara C. Sproul


  Then a little later the alligator-barked juniper stopped. “I shall live here,” he said. He was wearing turquoise beads which became his berries.

  Later on another of the juniper people stopped. He too had turquoise beads which he still wears. Another juniper stopped next. He selected his place and stands there wearing turquoise. These beads became his berries.

  There was still another kind of juniper who stopped next. He was wearing reddish beads and they turned to his berries.

  Next oak stopped. He was wearing black stones on his head. These are his acorns now. As they went along another kind of oak stopped. He too wore black stones for decoration.

  The next was an oak too. This one was also wearing black stones which are now his acorns. Next a fourth oak found a place he liked. He too wore black stones.

  As they went along the chokecherry stopped. It has red berries now, for it was wearing red beads that day.

  Then another tree stopped at some little hills on the east side of the Pecos. The hills run from south to southeast.

  When they were moving they did not stop to sleep. They just kept moving all the time. At this place they decided to sleep, however. Someone put down a white walking cane over them. Then they went to sleep. One night passed. Then the people woke up the next day and journeyed again. They moved clockwise.

  The moon and the sun took the lead then. They were with the people. The sun is the man, the moon is the woman. The moon they call Changing Woman.

  These two said, “We’ll go ahead. We will separate but we will meet each other.” And when they meet there is an eclipse. Before they left the people they said, “Nothing will disturb you people. Everything ahead is good for you people.” The sun and the moon said, “We will take the lead now. We will keep on going. We will never stop, no matter what happens here on earth; we will always keep going.” The moon is Changing Woman and the sun is Killer-of-Enemies. When he left this world he went back to the sun and he is there now.

  —Morris Edward Opler. Myths and Legends of the Lipan Apache Indians. Memoirs of the American Folklore Society. 1940, 34, 13–26, 29, 33–37. New York: J. J. Augustin, for the American Folklore Society, 1940.

  JICARILLA APACHE

  In the Beginning Nothing Was Here Like the Lipan creation myth, that of the Jicarilla depicts a beginning of chaos ruled by its three great powers: Darkness, Water, and Cyclone. Shapers without shape themselves, they exist in pure potentiality, in loneliness. And the Hactcin, the divine life forces of nature, personifications of the power of things, formed Mother Earth, the underworld, and Father Sky from the chaos.

  The dreamlike quality of the timeless time of the beginning is clear here: the Jicarilla Apache lived in the womb of the earth, potential and shadowy. Black Hactcin—the divine and joyous force of the east—first formed the creatures, and then the animals, birds and trees all appealed for a younger brother, a companion, and brought special things (now used in sacred ceremonies) for his making. Appealing to the powers of the world (standing to the east, south, and so on) and planning his work (tracing an outline in pollen, and so on), Black Hactcin formed his creation and inspired it with the breath of life. With the power to move and speak and laugh and shout, the man was now complete but for the wife he created in his own dream. Right, left, right, left—in steps still repeated by young girls being initiated (being created as adults), the people walked and celebrated their being with all the other creatures.

  IN THE BEGINNING nothing was here where the world now stands; there was no ground, no earth,—nothing but Darkness, Water, and Cyclone. There were no people living. Only the Hactcin [personifications of the powers of objects and natural forces] existed. It was a lonely place. There were no fishes, no living things.

  All the Hactcin were here from the beginning. They had the material out of which everything was created. They made the world first, the earth, the underworld, and then they made the sky. They made Earth in the form of a living woman and called her Mother. They made Sky in the form of a man and called him Father. He faces downward, and the woman faces up. He is our father and the woman is our mother.

  In the beginning there were all kinds of Hactcin living in the underworld, in the place from which the emergence started. The mountains had a Hactcin, the different kinds of fruit each had one, everything had a Hactcin.

  It was then that the Jicarilla Apache dwelt under the earth. Where they were there was no light, nothing but darkness. Everything was perfectly spiritual and holy, just like a Hactcin.

  Everything there was as in a dream. The people were not real; they were not flesh and blood. They were like the shadows of things at first.

  The most powerful Hactcin down there was Black Hactcin. The Hactcin were all there already but in the darkness Black Hactcin was the leader. It was there, before anything else was made, that Black Hactcin made all the animals.

  We dwelt for many years there. It was not a few minutes or a few days. But we do not know how long it was.

  This is how animals and men first came to be made. Black Hactcin first tried to make an animal. He made it with four legs of clay and put a tail on it. He looked at it. He said, “It looks rather peculiar.” Then he spoke to the mud image. “Let me see how you are going to walk with those four feet.” That is why little children always like to play with clay images. Then it began to walk.

  “That’s pretty good,” said Black Hactcin. “I think I can use you in a beneficial way.”

  He spoke to the image. “You have no help; you are all alone. I think I will make it so that you will have others from your body.”

  Then all sorts of animals came out from that same body. Black Hactcin had the power; he could do anything.

  Now there were all kinds of animals. Black Hactcin stood and looked. He laughed to see all those different kinds of animals; he just couldn’t help it when he saw those animals with all their different habits. That is why people laugh today at the habits of animals. They see a hog and laugh at it, saying, “See that dirty animal lying in the mud.” All animals were there, some with horns, like the deer and elk, some with big horns like the mountain sheep. All were present. But at that time all those animals could speak, and they spoke the Jicarilla Apache language.

  And those animals spoke to Black Hactcin. Each one came to speak to him. They asked him many questions. Each asked him what he should eat and where he should go to live, and questions of that order.

  The Hactcin spoke to them. He divided all foods among them. To the horse, sheep, and cow he gave grass. “That is what you shall eat,” he said. To some he gave brush, to some pine needles. Some he told to eat certain kinds of leaves but no grass.

  “Now you can spread over the country,” he told them. “Go to your appointed places and then come back and tell me where you want to stay all your lives.”

  He sent some to the mountains, some to the desert, and some to the plains. That is why you find the animals in different places now. The animals went out and chose their places then. So you find the bear in the mountains and other animals in different kinds of country.

  Hactcin said, “It is well. It looks well to see you in the places you have chosen.”

  So all the animals were set apart.

  Then Black Hactcin held out his hand and asked for water to come to his hand. A drop of rain fell into his palm. He mixed it with earth and it became mud. Then he fashioned a bird from the mud. He made the head, body, wings, and two legs.

  He spoke in the same way to the image he had made. “Let me see how you are going to use those wings to fly,” he said. He didn’t know whether he would like it. Then the mud turned to a bird. It flew around. Black Hactcin liked it. “Oh, that is fine!” he said. He enjoyed seeing the difference between this one and the ones with four legs.

  “I think you need companions and someone to help you. By yourself alone you will never be satisfied. From your body there will come others with wings.”

  When Hactcin said this the bird became lonesome. He
flew to the east, south, west, and north and came back saying, “I can find no one to help me.”

  The Hactcin took the bird and whirled it around rapidly in a clockwise direction. The bird grew dizzy, and, as one does when he is dizzy, this bird saw many images around. He saw all kinds of birds there: eagles, hawks, and small birds too. He could hardly believe his sight, but when he was himself again, there were really all kinds of birds there. And because Black Hactcin turned the bird around and made him dizzy, birds now circle when they rise in the air.

  All different birds were there now. Birds like the air, dwell high, and seldom light on the ground because that drop of water which became the mud from which the first bird was made fell from the sky.

  Then the birds came to Black Hactcin. “What shall we eat? Where shall we dwell? Where shall we rest?” they asked.

  He sent them all in different directions. “Find the place you like best and tell me about it,” he said.

  The birds flew in all directions. All came back. Each one told of the place it liked.

  “That is all right,” Black Hactcin told each of them. “You may have that place for your home.”

  Then they asked about food. Black Hactcin held his hand up to the east, south, west, and north in turn, and because he had so much power, all kinds of seeds fell into his hand. He scattered the seeds before them. The birds were going to pick them up.

  “All right, now pick them up,” he said.

  The birds went to do it, but the seeds turned to worms, grasshoppers, and all insects. The Hactcin was trying to tease them. They couldn’t catch them at first.

  Then Black Hactcin said, “Oh, it’s hard work to catch those flies and grasshoppers. You can do it though.”

  Then they all chased the grasshoppers and other insects around. That is why many birds today use the insects for food and chase the grasshoppers around.

  At the time when Black Hactcin threw the seeds down he said to Turkey, “You must be the one who takes charge of all these seeds.” That is why Turkey has control of the crops now. That is why some of these Indians and the white people too use the turkey at Thanksgiving. The white people put the turkey in the middle of the table and have the fruits and vegetables all around it. The Indians use the turkey feathers too. When they plant a crop they put one turkey feather in each corner of the field. The turkey is striped just like corn. The head is like the corn tassel. Every part of the turkey’s body stands for some part of the corn plant.

  There was a river nearby. “You must drink from that river,” Black Hactcin told them. The birds thought that was a beautiful place.

  “Now I’m going to make something to scare you,” Black Hactcin said. He was always teasing them.

  He picked up some moss and began to roll it between his hands. Then he threw it into the water. And it became frogs, fish, and all that live in the water. That is why, often, when the birds come to drink at the water, something sticks its nose out of the water and frightens them and they jump back. Sometimes even humans are frightened in this way.

  While the birds were flying around some of their feathers fell out and into the water, and these turned to water birds such as the duck, heron, sandhill crane, and others.

  Now the birds and animals had everything, food and a place to stay and rest.

  Black Hactcin started to make more images of animals and birds. The ones who were already made called a council and came together. The birds and animals were together at this council, for they all spoke the same language in those days.

  “Now what are we going to do?” they asked Black Hactcin. “We need a companion, we need man.”

  “What do you mean?” asked Black Hactcin. “Why do you need another companion?”

  The birds and animals said, “You are not going to be with us all the time; you will go elsewhere some of the time.”

  “I guess that’s true. Perhaps some day I’ll go away to a place where no one will see me.”

  So all the birds and animals gathered all different objects: pollen, specular iron ore, water scum, all kinds of pollen, from corn, tule, and the trees. They put these all together. They added red ochre, white clay, white stone, jet, turquoise, red stone, Mexican opal, abalone, and assorted valuable stones. They put all these before Black Hactcin.

  He told them, “You must stay a little distance from me. I don’t want you to see what I make.”

  He stood to the east, then to the south, then to the west, then to the north. He traced an outline of a figure on the ground, making it just like his own body, for the Hactcin was shaped just as we are today. He traced the outline with pollen. The other objects and the precious stones he placed around on the inside, and they became the flesh and bones. The veins were of turquoise, the blood of red ochre, the skin of coral, the bones of white rock, the fingernails were of Mexican opal, the pupil of the eye of jet, the whites of the eyes of abalone, the marrow in the bones of white clay, and the teeth, too, were of Mexican opal. He took a dark cloud and out of it fashioned the hair. It becomes a white cloud when you are old.

  This was a man which Black Hactcin was making. And now the man came to life. “Black Hactcin sent Wind into the body of man to render him animate. The whorls at the ends of the fingers indicate the path at the time of the creation of man.” He was lying down, face downward, with his arms outstretched. The birds tried to look but could not make out what it was.

  “Do not look,” said Black Hactcin.

  Then the man braced himself up, leaning on his arms which were outstretched.

  “Don’t look,” said Hactcin to the birds, who were very much excited now.

  It was because the animals were so eager to see what Black Hactcin was making that people are so curious today, just as you were eager to know this story.

  “Sit up,” commanded Black Hactcin to the man, and he was sitting up now. This was the third time Black Hactcin had spoken to him.

  Then Black Hactcin went over to him and facing him, picked him up. Now Hactcin tried to teach him to speak.

  “Speak to me, speak, speak, speak.” Black Hactcin said it four times. Then the man spoke.

  Then Black Hactcin said to him four times, “Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh,” and the man laughed.

  “Shout, shout, shout, shout,” and the man did so.

  Now Black Hactcin was teaching him to walk. “Step forward,” he said and made him step with his right foot first, then with his left, then right, and then left again. Now the man could walk.

  Then Black Hactcin said, “Run,” and made him run four times in a clockwise arc. That is why they have to run at the girl’s puberty rite just like that.

  When the birds saw what Black Hactcin had made they sang and chirped as though it were early morning. That is why, when the girl who has come of age runs at the time of her puberty ceremony, an old woman stands there and makes that noise in her ear.

  Now the man could talk and he understood what the birds were singing and what Black Hactcin was saying, for all had one language then. The man was the only human being living; he was by himself.

  The birds and the animals thought it was not good that he should be by himself and they all came together and spoke to Black Hactcin.

  Black Hactcin asked the birds and animals for some lice. “Who has lice? You must bring some to me.”

  They brought some. Black Hactcin put some on the man’s head. He scratched and scratched. Then his eyes became heavy and he went to sleep. He was dreaming and dreaming. He dreamt that someone, a girl, was sitting beside him.

  He woke up. The dream had come true. A woman was there. He spoke to his wife and she answered. He laughed and she laughed too.

  He said. “Let us both get up.”

  They both arose.

  “Let’s walk,” he told her. “Right, left, right, left.” He led her for four steps.

  “Run!” he said, and they both ran.

  Now another person was there. The birds sang and chirped. They wanted to make pleasant music for them
so they wouldn’t become lonesome.

  The names of these first two were Ancestral Man and Ancestral Woman.

  —Morris Edward Opler. Myths and Tales of the Jtcarilla Apache Indian., New York: G. E. Stechert, for the American Folklore Society, 1938, 1 6

  HOPI

  The Emergence “Who are we? Why are we here?” are the questions central to this Hopi myth of emergence, and the answer expressed directly and also implied throughout is to live and be happy by respecting the love of the creater in wisdom and harmony. But the people continually forget this basic religious command, and the myth charts their journey from the beginning through failures to new hope.

  Originally, there was only Taiowa and the first world of endless space existed in his mind. “Then he, the infinite, conceived the finite,” and so creation began. Delineating a dependent and active force within himself, Taiowa created his “nephew” Sotuknang and had him arrange the nine-tiered world. Then Sotuknang formed Spider Woman who, with a mixture of earth, saliva (raw material and a fertilizing agent), and creative wisdom (a forming principle) made twin gods to harden the earth, to animate it with vibration and sound, and finally to guard it at the two poles. After having formed plants, birds, and animals in the same manner, she made the four colors of people in three stages, and the dawn broke, and the sun (Taiowa’s symbol) rose to greet its creatures. Only Sotuknang, however, could make people independently creative, and this he did by giving them speech, reproductive power, and the wisdom to use them well.

  Physically complete, the people’s spiritual development was just beginning. In stages appropriate to psychosexual development as well as to cultural and religious development, the people moved from one stage or world to another in a manner imitative of birth. (Just so do the Hopi initiates emerge from the roof of their kivas on the last night of the year when the fires have been extinguished and the new ones are about to be lit. Having listened to the Emergence Story, they climb up the ladder of the kiva into the new world of adulthood and membership into the group.)

 

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