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The Girl Who Climbed to the Sky
One morning several young women went out from their tepee village to gather firewood. Among them was Sapana, the most beautiful girl in the village, and it was she who first saw the porcupine sitting at the foot of a tall cottonwood tree.
She called to the others: "Help me to catch this porcupine, and I will divide its quills among you."
The porcupine started climbing the cottonwood, but the tree's limbs were close to the ground and Sapana easily followed.
"Hurry," she cried. "It is climbing up.
We must have its quills to embroider our moccasins.
" She tried to strike the porcupine with a stick, but the animal climbed just out of her reach.
"I want those quills," Sapana said.
"If necessary I will follow this porcupine to the top of the tree."
But every time that the girl climbed up, the porcupine kept ahead of her.
"Sapana, you are too high up," one of her friends called from the ground.
"You should come back down."
But the girl kept climbing, and it seemed to her that the tree kept extending itself toward the sky.
When she neared the top of the cottonwood, she saw something above her, solid like a wall, but shining.
It was the sky.
Suddenly she found herself in the midst of a camp circle.
The treetop had vanished, and the porcupine had transformed himself into an ugly old man.
Sapana did not like the looks of the porcupine-man, but he spoke kindly to her and led her to a tepee where his father and mother lived.
"I have watched you from afar," he told her.
"You are not only beautiful but industrious.
We must work very hard here, and I want you to become my wife."
The porcupine-man put her to work that very day, scraping and stretching buffalo hides and making robes.
When evening came, the girl went outside the tepee and sat by herself wondering how she was ever to get back home.
Everything in the sky world was brown and grey, and she missed the green trees and green grass of earth.
Each day the porcupine-man went out to hunt, bringing back buffalo hides for Sapana to work on, and in the morning while he was away it was her duty to go and dig for wild turnips.
"When you dig for roots," the porcupine-man warned her,
"take care not to dig too deep."
One morning she found an unusually large turnip.
With great difficulty she managed to pry it loose with her digging stick, and when she pulled it up she was surprised to find that it left a hole through which she could look down upon the green earth.
Far below she saw rivers, mountains, circles of tepees, and people walking about.
Sapana knew now why the porcupine-man had warned her not to dig too deep.
As she did not want him to know that she had found the hole in the sky, she carefully replaced the turnip.
On the way back to the tepee she thought of a plan to get down to the earth again.
Almost every day the porcupine-man brought buffalo hides for her to scrape and soften and make into robes.
In making the robes there were always strips of sinew left over, and she kept these strips concealed beneath her bed.
At last Sapana believed that she had enough sinew strips to make a lariat long enough to reach the earth.
One morning after the porcupine-man went out to hunt, she tied all the strips together and returned to the place where she had found the large turnip.
She lifted it out and dug the hole wider so that her body would go through.
She laid her digging stick across the opening and tied one end of the sinew rope to the middle of it.
Then she tied the other end of the rope about herself under her arms.
Slowly she began lowering herself by uncoiling the lariat.
A long time passed before she was far enough down to be able to see the tops of the trees clearly, and then she came to the end of the lariat.
She had not made it long enough to reach the ground.
She did not know what to do.
She hung there for a long time, swinging back and forth above the trees.
Faintly in the distance she could hear dogs barking and voices calling in her tepee village, but the people were too far away to see her.
After a while she heard sounds from above.
The lariat began to shake violently.
A stone hurtled down from the sky, barely missing her, and then she heard the porcupine-man threatening to kill her if she did not climb back up the lariat.
Another stone whizzed by her ear.
About this time Buzzard began circling around below her.
"Come and help me," she called to Buzzard.
The bird glided under her feet several times, and Sapana told him all that had happened to her.
"Get on my back," Buzzard said, "and I will take you down to earth."
She stepped on to the bird's back.
"Are you ready?" Buzzard asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Let go of the lariat," Buzzard ordered.
He began descending, but the girl was too heavy for him, and he began gliding earthward too fast.
He saw Hawk flying below him. "Hawk," he called,
"help me take this girl back to her people."
Hawk flew with Sapana on his back until she could see the tepee of her family clearly below. But then Hawk began to tire, and Buzzard had to take the girl on his back again.
Buzzard flew on, dropping quickly through the trees and landing just outside the girl's village.
Before she could thank him, Buzzard flew back into the sky.
Sapana rested for a while and then began walking very slowly to her parents' tepee.
She was weak and exhausted.
On the way she saw a girl coming toward her.
"Sapana!" the girl cried. "We thought you were dead."
The girl helped her walk on to the tepee.
At first her mother did not believe that this was her own daughter returned from the sky. Then she threw her arms about her and wept.
The news of Sapana's return spread quickly through the village, and everyone came to welcome her home.
She told them her story, especially of the kindness shown her by Buzzard and Hawk.
After that, whenever the people of her tribe went on a big hunt they always left one buffalo for Buzzard and Hawk to eat.

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Lakota (Sioux): Kids Story (( BedTime Story ))
The Gift Of Corn
A NATIVE AMERICAN INDIAN FACTOID:
Corn entered widely into the legends and religious practices of North American Indian nations of the Southwest, Southeast, Plains, and Eastern woodlands.
Corn gods in different regions are personified as Corn Mother, Corn Maidens, and even Corn Grandfathers as in this story of the hermit.
Various parts of the corn plant are used ritually such as husks, pollen, kernels, and whole ears.
Major tribal ceremonies are held prior to corn planting and after the harvest.
Alone in a deep forest, far from the village of his people, lived a hermit.
His tent was made of buffalo skins, and his robe was made of deerskin.
Far from the haunts of any human being, this old hermit was content to spend his many years.
All day long, he wandered through the forest, studying the different plants and collecting roots.
The roots he used as food and as medicine.
At long intervals some warrior would arrive at his tent and get medicinal roots from him for the tribe.
The old hermit's medicine was considered far superior to all others.
One day, after a long ramble in the woods, the hermit came home so tired that, immediately after eating, he lay down on his bed.
Just as he was dozing off to sleep, he felt something rub against his feet.
Awakening with a start, he noticed a dark object.
It extended an arm toward him.
In its hand was a flint-pointed arrow.
"This must be a spirit," thought the hermit, "for there is no human being here but me."
A voice then said, "Hermit, I have come to invite you to my home."
"I will come," the old hermit replied.
So he arose, wrapped his robe around him, and started toward the voice.
Outside his door, he looked around, but he could see no sign of the dark object.
"Whatever you are, or wherever you be," said the hermit, "wait for me.
I do not know where to go to find your house."
He received no answer, nor did he hear any sound of someone walking through the brush. Reentering his tent, he lay down and was soon fast asleep.
The next night he again heard the voice say, "Hermit, I have come to invite you to my home."
The hermit walked out of his tent to find the person with that voice, but again he found no one.
This time he was angry, because he thought that someone was making sport of him.
He determined to find out who was disturbing his night's rest.
The next evening he cut a hole in the tent large enough to stick an arrow through.
Then he stood by the door, watching.
Soon the dark object came, stopped outside the door, and said, "Grandfather, I came to--" But he never finished his sentence.
The old hermit had shot his arrow.
He heard it strike something that produced a sound as though he had shot into a sack of pebbles.
Early the next morning the hermit went out and looked at the spot near where he thought his arrow had struck some object.
There on the ground lay a little heap of corn, and from this little heap a small line of corn lay scattered along a path.
The old hermit followed this path into the woods.
When he reached a small mound, the trail ended.
At its end was a large circle from which the grass had been scraped off clean.
"The corn trail stops at the edge of this circle," the old man said to himself.
"So this must be the home of whatever invited me."
He took his big bone axe and knife and proceeded to dig down into the centre of the circle. When he got as far down as he could reach, he came to a sack of dried meat.
Next, he found a sack of turnips, then a sack of dried cherries, and then a sack of corn.
Last of all was another sack, empty except for one cup of corn.
In the other corner was a hole where the hermit's arrow had pierced the sack.
From this hole the corn had been scattered along the trail, which had guided the old man to the hiding place.
From this experience the hermit taught his people how to keep their provisions while they were travelling.
"Dig a pit," he explained to them, "put your provisions into it, and cover them with earth."
By this method, the Sioux used to keep provisions all summer.
When fall came, they would return to their hiding place.
When they opened it, they would find all their provisions as fresh as they were the day they had been placed there.
The people thanked the old hermit for his discovery of this method of preserving their food. And they thanked him for his discovery of corn, the first they had seen.
It became one of the most important foods the Indians knew.

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The Giant Who Became Mosquitos
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I have collected a number of very different versions of this particularly rare legend.
The early 1900's version recorded in Juneau by Livingston F. Jones is perhaps the most
accurate, and thus I rely considerably upon its merit.
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A long time ago, longer than anyone can remember, there lived a giant savage who
was very bloodthirsty and killed many young men so that he could drink their blood.
Many men tried to kill the giant but none ever could.
All who went to battle the savage were killed.
Once, three brothers decided to stop it and went to the mountains where it was said to live.
The oldest brother took his weapons and went to seek the creature alone.
After a day he did not return and so the next brother went to kill the savage giant.
He was killed, too.
Then, the youngest brother took his bow and arrow and traveled to the place where his brothers had gone.
The place was high in the mountains and there were large boulders all about.
The young warrior moved from rock to rock, hiding behind each boulder as he hunted the giant.
Suddenly a shadow was cast over him and as he looked up he saw the giant man's terrible club crashing down upon his head.
When he awoke, he was inside a large game bag and was being carried towards a cave in the mountainside where the savage lived.
The young man felt around in the dark and found his cutting stone and with it he sliced through the bag so that he could escape.
His bow and arrows fell out, too.
Instantly the young warrior grabbed them and hid behind a rock.
The giant kept walking to his cave thinking that he still had his dinner in the bag.
The young man followed him, even though it was hard to keep up because the giant took such long steps.
When they arrived at the cave he saw the bodies of his brothers and of many other men from his village.
The giant had killed them all and drank their blood!
The giant dropped the game bag in a corner of the cavern and leaned his large and heavy club, which was as thick as a tree, against the cave wall.
When the savage turned around the young man pulled back hard on his bow and let his best arrow fly through the air at the giant's heart.
The sharp arrow hit him in the chest and he started to bleed.
But before dying the giant said, "Though you killed me, I will still drink your blood."
The young man gathered wood and brush and dragged the giant's dead body to the pile and placed it on top.
Then he rubbed his fire-making sticks together until the sparks made the dry kindling catch fire.
Soon the whole pile was burning brightly.
It burned for a long time until only ashes remained of the bloodthirsty savage.
Then the young man took the ashes and threw them high into the air.
The wind blew the ashes all over the world and each piece of ash turned into a mosquito.
That is why mosquitoes are hungry for blood -
because they were made from the ashes of the bloodthirsty giant.

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THE GHOSTS' BUFFALO
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A LONG time ago there were four Blackfeet, who went to
war against the Crees.
They travelled a long way, and at last their horses gave out, and they started back toward their homes.
As they were going along they came to the Sand Hills ; and while they were passing through them, they saw in the sand a fresh travois trail, where people had been travelling.
One of the men said : " Let us follow this trail until we come up with some of our people. Then we will camp with them."
They followed the trail for a long way, and at length one of the Blackfeet, named E-kiis'-kini, a very powerful person, said to the others : " Why follow this longer? It is just nothing."
The others said: "Not so.
These are our people. We will go on and camp with them."
They went on, and toward evening, one of them found a stone maul and a dog travois.
He said : " Look at these things.
I know this maul and this travois.
They belonged to my mother, who died.
They were buried with her.
This is strange." He took the things. When night over- took the men, they camped.
Early in the morning, they heard, all about them, sounds as if a camp of people were there. They heard a young man shouting a sort of war cry, as young men do ; women chopping wood ; a man calling for a feast, asking people to come to his lodge and smoke, — all the different sounds of the camp.
They looked about, but could see nothing ; and then they were frightened and covered their heads with their robes.
At last they took courage, and started to look around and see what they could learn about this strange thing.
For a little while they saw nothing, but pretty soon one of them said : " Look over there. See that pis'kun.
Let us go over and look at it."
As they were going toward it, one of them picked up a stone pointed arrow.
He said : " Look at this. It belonged to my father.
This is his place."
They started to go on toward the pis'kun, but suddenly they could see no pis'kun.
It had disappeared all at once.
A little while after this, one of them spoke up, and said : " Look over there.
There is my father running buffalo.
There ! he has killed. Let us go over to him." They all looked where this man pointed, and they could see a person on a white horse, running buffalo.
While they were looking, the person killed the buffalo, and got off his horse to butcher
it.
They started to go over toward him, and saw him at work butchering, and saw him turn the buffalo over on its back ; but before they got to the place where he was, the person got on his horse and rode off, and when they got to where he had been skinning the buffalo, they saw lying on the ground only a dead mouse.
There was no buffalo there.
By the side of the mouse was a buffalo chip, and lying on it was an arrow painted red.
The man said : " That is my father's arrow.
That is the way he painted them."
He took it up in his hands ; and when he held it in his hands, he saw that it was not an arrow but a blade of spear grass.
Then he laid it down, and it was an arrow again.
Another Blackfoot found a buffalo rock, I-nis'-kim.
Some time after this, the men got home to their camp.
The man who had taken the maul and the dog travois, when he got home and smelled the smoke from the fire, died, and so did his horse. It seems that the shadow of the person who
owned the things was angry at him and followed him home.
Two others of these Blackfeet have since died, killed in war ; but E-kus'-kini is alive yet.
He took a stone and an iron arrow point that had belonged to his father, and always carried
them about with him.
That is why he has lived so long.
The man who took the stone arrow point found near the pis'kun, which had belonged to his father, took it home with him.
This was his medicine.
After that he was badly wounded in two fights, but he was not killed ; he got well.
The one who took the buffalo rock, I-nis'-kim, it afterward made strong to call the buffalo into the pis'kun.
He would take the rock and put it in his lodge close to the fire, where he could look at it, and would pray over it and make medicine. Sometimes he would ask for a hundred buffalo to
jump into the pis'kun, and the next day a hundred would jump in.
He was powerful.