I have traveled through Wyoming and while it was not particularly remarkable to me, it was home to more than one Native American People, among them the Cheyenne, a people who followed the migration of the buffalo herds.
But it wasn't always that way. At some point eons ago, the Cheyenne did not even know what a buffalo looked like, and they were starving. This legend tells how that was remedied.
ORIGIN OF THE BUFFALO
Because of the great need for a new food supply for his people, the Chief called a council meeting.
Finally, one young brave painted himself for hunting and stepped forth, replying to the Chief, "I will go and sacrifice myself for our people." He arrived at the cave, and to his surprise, First Brave found two other Cheyenne hunters near the opening, where the stream rushed underground.
But the other two braves assured him they would go.
"No, you are mistaken about us. We really do want to enter the cave with you," they said.
First Brave then joined hands with them and together they jumped into the huge opening of the cave. Because of the darkness, it took some time for their eyes to adjust. They then discovered what looked like a door. First Brave knocked, but there was no response. He knocked again, louder.
"Grandmother, we are searching for a new food supply for our tribe," First Brave replied. "Our people never seem to have enough food to eat."
"Are you hungry now?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, kind Grandmother, we are very hungry," all three braves answered.
The old grandmother opened her door wide, inviting the young braves to enter.
"Look out there!" she pointed for them to look through her window.
The old grandmother brought each of them a stone pan full of buffalo meat. How good it tasted, as they ate and ate until they were filled. To their surprise, more buffalo meat remained in their stone pans!
"I want you to take your stone pans of buffalo meat back to your people at your camp," said the old grandmother. "Tell them that soon I will send some live buffalo."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, kind Grandmother," said the three young Cheyenne braves.
When the Cheyenne woke at dawn the next day, herds of buffalo had mysteriously appeared, surrounding their village! They were truly thankful to the old Indian grandmother and to the Sky Spirits for their good fortune.
✿ ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿