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Friday, 29 August 2014


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A bit of explanation is needed here. When the Indians spoke of a “moon” they meant a full cycle of the moon, from first quarter to first quarter.

Each moon cycle had a name that came from local weather, crop maturity, plant life, or animal behavior. The Berry Moon was the full moon we see in June and was so named because strawberries became available. The Thunder Moon reflected the weather prevalent in the month of July.


Flying squirrel and Lightning Bow were two little Indian boys. They lived by Singing River, and played from sunrise to sunset. They were as happy as the day was long.

In the summer, they fished and swam in the Singing River, and shot their arrows into woodpecker and chipmunk holes. Sometimes they played “Dodging Arrows,” a game their mother had taught them when they were very young.

In the winter, they jumped into fleecy snowdrifts and rolled until their little bronze bodies took on a red-raspberry tint. Then they would send their snow-snakes skimming over the hard crust of snow.

Snow-snakes were small rods of wood, polished smooth with resin, oil or wax. They could be thrown long distances. Long Moose – Lightning Bow and Flying Squirrel's father – could throw a snow-snake a mile and a half over the crust of snow. But the snow-snakes he used were eight feet long and tipped with lead.

It was the Moon of Berries. Six times had Flying Squirrel and Lightning Bow seen the Berry Moon hang her horn in the night sky. And not once in all their lives had they quarreled.

One morning, Flying Squirrel and Lightning Bow planned a foot race. Seven times they were to run. Three times Flying Squirrel made the goal first. Three times Lightning Bow had outrun him. The seventh race was claimed by each. No one saw them run, so no one could decide the game. And they fell to quarreling.

Louder and louder their voices were raised. More and more angry they grew

White Fawn, their mother, was baking corn bread on the coals of the wigwam fire. The angry voices reached her ears. She stepped to the door.

“For shame!” she called. “Go and set up your sticks.”

Then she showed Lightning Bow and Flying Squirrel how to set up three sticks so they would stand for many days.
“Now go into the wood, set up your sticks, and leave your quarrel there,” she said. “When the Berry Moon has passed you shall return to see if your sticks are still standing.

“If they lean toward the rising sun, Lightning Bow was right. If they lean toward the setting sun, Flying Squirrel won. If they have fallen down, neither was right and neither won.”

Lightning Bow and Flying Squirrel went into the wood and set up their sticks. They began to throw balls with willow wands, and soon were happy again.

The sun had risen and set many times. The Berry Moon had passed. It was the Thunder Moon when White Fawn said to Lightning Bow and Flying Squirrel, “Today you may go into the wood and see if your sticks are still standing.”

Hand in hand, the two little Indian boys ran into the wood. They found only a heap of rotting sticks.

Flying Squirrel and Lightning Bow stood and looked at the sticks. They thought and thought.

“What did we set up the sticks for?” each asked of the other.
And for the life of them they could not remember what they had quarreled about, and why they had set up the sticks! 

I hope that you have all Enjoyed reading this Native American legend. I wish you all a beautiful day. Comments, thoughts and queries are always welcome. Thank you.

ڰۣ In Loving Light from the Fairy Ladyڰۣ

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