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Saturday, 7 February 2015

Hidden Wings

Hi dear friends and followers welcome, today I have a poem for you, composed by me.

Hidden Wings

In the dark, I awoke.

I knew I had to find my way

into the light that is covered

by the velvet darkness,

from within the catacombs of this underworld.

I stand in lace and leather,

A warrior I am; my skin glistens,

even in the darkness of the catacombs.

I feel the movement of cool air

brushing past my hot cheek.

Down at this depth, cold was not.

I listen! My skin tingles

as I hear a faint, distant sighing sound,

from down the corridor to my right.

My limbs suddenly unfold

from my sitting position.

Gracefully I move down the corridor

towards the flow of the cooler air.

It was as though she was drawn to this movement of air,

much like a moth is drawn to a flame,

even knowing full well the flame might burn.

I find myself without a care in this moment,

every feeling I feel is almost erotic in nature!

A voice whispers in my ears, seductively,

"Follow me, if you will, if you wish to know the light."

It whispers to me, "If you wish to know freedom

follow closely what I tell you!"

The voice of no one whispers in her ear:

"You're lover awaits for you in the light.

A shining warrior of light is he."

Into the darkness she went,

her breasts heaving as she climbed the stone wall,

as sure-footed as any mountain goat, she was!

As a little girl she watched and trained,

now hand over hand, foot after foot she climbed.

Into another world she emerged,

in the darkness of above-ground's night.

And for her the nighttime we see so darkly

was like the brilliance of the noon of day!

Her life to this point had been a riddle;

fingers slithering on slime-coated, cold stone walls,

in the unyielding darkness of the underground.

That was all she had known since her beginning.

She heard tales of the surface, but never journeyed forth,

to investigate and see what was lay beyond

the dark walls of her underground home.

A protective and safe place it was to her,

dark, like her mother's womb.

She felt secure with the heart beat

of the Great Mother Earth.

In the underground was a symphony of sounds,

some soothing, some frightening,

like vibrations and self-soothing lotion.

She looked around and listened

to the night that echoes a whimpering sound.

"I want to see and embrace the secrets inside me!

I have an insatiable craving to see

What lay on the surface world!

Are there others there like me?"

But she asked herself and had no answer.

In the current of air she could now hear

Moaning, moaning, repeatedly.

She broke to the surface, swooping upwards,

then back down, as agile as any bird of prey.

She stood with her leathery wings spread,

then folded them to her back

and ventured into the woods.

Soon it would be daylight; 

she remembered well the teachings:

"Hide from the light by day lest it strike you blind!"

Tucking my pillows of leaves, groping by my knees,

I snuggled inside a dark den and rubbed my eyelids.

Then slowly, satisfactorily complete, 

I curled up on my bed of leaves

and soon I was drifting in the world of dreams

Tonight I will venture out once again,

to explore this mysterious world above...

Composed by Cynthia ©

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Hi dear friends and followers, today we visit Frizzy Lizzy. Take five and have a read. 

Like I told you, I had the great pleasure of working with some really nice people most of the time. I had some managers and supervisors who were excellent at what they did and they challenged me to grow in my assignments and treated me like an asset and not a jackass. Except for one man. This guy really stands out.

I recall interviewing with him for my job. I missed interviewing for his by about a month as the organization had two vacancies open. OK, I didn't really mind that at all. I liked the place that I was applying to work at and landing the job was all that I wanted to do.

Right up-front I told this guy that I was as good as he heard that I was. I knew that he had asked around about me and I took full advantage of that. So during the interview I dazzled him with my technical knowledge and abilities and he was sold.

Then I took the lead in the conversation by asking the questions. He was a bit uneasy, but I already had a job so I felt comfortable in playing games with him.

Finally I made it very clear to him that he could trust me because I did not want his job until he was finished with it and gone from the organization. I told that to him more than once because I meant exactly that, and he understood me clearly.

So I get called by his superiors to interview and I get the job. I do my best to not only perform my duties in the procurement and contracts field, but I also keep my eyes and ears open for any news in the world of internal politics. Every organization has them, unfortunately. I kept what I learned to myself and I told my manager because I thought that if I watched his back, he would watch mine.

That was not necessarily the case with this bird.

When there was a conflict between any of the groups that I served and me, he usually took their side. I found this irritating but it didn't really get to me. It just showed me what a gutless chicken-shit he really was.

So I smiled and did my job well until we had a certain staff meeting. We were making our progress reports and discussing our workload, mainly for him to know what was happening and for us to share knowledge among ourselves.

After I finished my report he decided to engage in some particularly acidulous criticism of how I was proceeding and at what rate the work was getting done. I did not like what he was saying and immediately told him so, and refuted his erroneous notions.

The meeting went on and concluded in its usual way and we all went back to our offices.

I was in mine, with the door closed, when he came in. He asked me if I had a few minutes. I always had time for him because of his position in the work group. He told me that we should adjourn to his office to discuss what had happened between him and I during the staff meeting. He then opened the door and waited for me to exit the room with him.

Now I don't know what got into me. Maybe it was because I was taller and larger than him; or maybe it was because I had had enough of his bullshit; or maybe I was just feeling particularly strong that day, but as we approached the common area into which all of the other offices opened, the area in which the office support workers sat, I yelled at him, "I will NOT go to your office to discuss this with you!" I was walking towards him as I was yelling and he was backing-up from me, seemingly in fear of a thrashing! Again, I yelled, "You did what you did in public and we need to settle it in public!" By this time his ass was against the place glass window!

I just turned and walked back to my office knowing that whatever came of it was nothing but bullshit.

From that point on, things between us just went downhill. We did not get along at all. He did his best to make my life miserable but I hung-in and refused to leave.

One day he was in the company of the woman who occupied the office next door to mine. She had missed a project status meeting and the project manager had come to the manager to raise hell about it. I knew that she was in her office, sleeping, but that not being any of my business, I said nothing. Lord knows I wish I had taken a nap more than once!

He flew into her office, slammed the door, and began to pound her desk and went off in a great rage at her. I could hear him through the wall. She was crying.

What did I do? I called building security and they came and forcibly removed him from her office.

He received a written reprimand from upper management and written direction to take classes in sensitivity and anger management.

As for the woman in the next office, she thanked me. We never became great friends. I was in the right place at the right time. And I'm sure that those reprimands did not do that manager much good in his performance review.

That was bittersweet fun, Teresa. Glad I got him in the end. I retired soon after. 

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Friday, 6 February 2015

The Legends of the Tubatulabal People.

Hi dear friends and followers, today we visit the Tubatulabal People.

The Tubatulabal People lived in south central California, in a northeasterly direction from the Chumash Tribe. They were very skilled in making pottery and baskets and lived off the land mainly as hunters and gatherers. They took game animals as well as harvesting pine nuts, acorns, and native tobacco.

The first story in the collection that is presented here features Coyote, a stock character in Native legends, in his usual role as a rather mischevous hero in an encounter with the sun.

The other stories deal with either why things are as the storyteller sees them or why and how a certain ritual, the Ghose Dance, is performed. This is the first time that I have seen such an explanation and I am pleased to share it with you.

Coyote and Sun 

Along time ago, Coyote wanted to go to the sun. He asked Pokoh, Old Man, to show him the trail. Coyote went straight out on this trail and he travelled it all day. But Sun went round so that Coyote came back at night to the place from which he started in the morning. 

The next morning, Coyote asked Pokoh to show him the trail. Pokoh showed him, and Coyote travelled all day and came back at night to the same place again.

But the third day, Coyote started early and went out on the trail to the edge of the world and sat down on the hole where the sun came up. While waiting for the sun he pointed with his bow and arrow at different places and pretended to shoot. He also pretended not to see the sun. When Sun came up, he told Coyote to get out of his way. Coyote told him to go around; that it was his trail. But Sun came up under him and he had to hitch forward a little. After Sun came up a little farther, it began to get hot on Coyote's shoulder, so he spit on his paw and rubbed his shoulder. Then he wanted to ride up with the sun. Sun said, "Oh, no"; but Coyote insisted. So Coyote climbed up on Sun, and Sun started up the trail in the sky. The trail was marked off into steps like a ladder. As Sun went up he counted "one, two, three," and so on. By and by Coyote became very thirsty, and he asked Sun for a drink of water. Sun gave him an acorn-cup full. Coyote asked him why he had no more. About noontime, Coyote became very impatient. It was very hot. Sun told him to shut his eyes. Coyote shut them, but opened them again. He kept opening and shutting them all the afternoon. At night, when Sun came down, Coyote took hold of a tree. Then he clambered off Sun and climbed down to the earth.

Pokoh, the Old Man 

Pokoh, Old Man, they say, created the world. Pokoh had many thoughts. He had many blankets in which he carried around gifts for men. He created every tribe out of the soil where they used to live. That is why an Indian wants to live and die in his native place. He was made of the same soil. Pokoh did not wish men to wander and travel, but to remain in their birthplace. 

Long ago, Sun was a man, and was bad. Moon was good. Sun had a quiver full of arrows, and they are deadly. Sun wishes to kill all things.

Sun has two daughters (Venus and Mercury) and twenty men kill them; but after fifty days, they return to life again.

Rainbow is the sister of Pokoh, and her breast is covered with flowers. 

Lightning strikes the ground and fills the flint with fire. That is the origin of fire. Some say the beaver brought fire from the east, hauling it on his broad, flat tail. That is why the beaver's tail has no hair on it, even to this day. It was burned off.

There are many worlds. Some have passed and some are still to come. In one world the Indians all creep; in another they all walk; in another they all fly. Perhaps in a world to come, Indians may walk on four legs; or they may crawl like snakes; or they may swim in the water like fish.

Song of the Ghost Dance

The snow lies there - ro-rani!
The snow lies there - ro-rani!
The snow lies there - ro-rani!
The snow lies there - ro-rani!
The Milky Way lies there.
The Milky Way lies there.

"This is one of the favorite songs of the Paiute Ghost dance. . . . It must be remembered that the dance is held in the open air at night, with the stars shining down on the wide-extending plain walled in by the giant Sierras, fringed at the base with dark pines, and with their peaks white with eternal snows. Under such circumstances this song of the snow lying white upon the mountains, and the Milky Way stretching across the clear sky, brings up to the Paiute the same patriotic home love that comes from lyrics of singing birds and leafy trees and still waters to the people of more favored regions. . . . The Milky Way is the road of the dead to the spirit world."

California Big Trees 

The California big trees are sacred to the Monos, who call them "woh-woh-nau," a word formed in imitation of the hoot of the owl. The owl is the guardian spirit and the god of the big trees. Bad luck comes to those who cut down the big trees, or shoot at an owl, or shoot in the presence of the owl.

In olddays the Indians tried to persuade the white men not to cut down the big trees. When they see the trees cut down they call after the white men. They say the owl will bring them evil.

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Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Crone Daze - A poem for your dear friends.

Hi dear friends and followers. Today in this poem I take you on a journey that can be either fantasy or reality, depending on your perspective reality and fantasy. A dream or reality?

Crone Daze

As I grew older I became a crone,

my sister and I, we are living alone.

My life's in the woods with my herbs and roots,

and from berries of all kinds I make preserves to eat.

They are August sunshine on a raw day in March.

My home is baskets of yarn and gardening tools,

old poems I have read and written, tied into bundles.

My old red hood is in a bottom drawer, 

under wooly socks and cozy nightshirts.

"When I grow old," I used to say,

I'll be sunning myself in my chair in the yard,

while I take a wee nap. And now I do, and get lulled asleep

while listening by day to chipmunks, birds and crickets,

and at evening to the coyote, the owl, and the fox.

And if I am really still, if I really listen well,

I just may hear the sound of my children's voices.

When the time comes, I will know the dark form

who comes to call at the edge of the woods;

the familiar dark form of a gentleman friend,

who asks for wine and poetry

and a place to lie for a while to rest.

His eyes glow a ruby red in the darkness;

he lies upon my sofa while I go out again,

to sit under the stars, where it is more productive.

I thought it better to be nice to Father Time,

than it was to try to fight fight him a losing fight. 

Being kind to yourself is being kind to all about you, I thought,

including Father Time. But fighting time is a losing fight.

Then I'll be the one who pounces first.

The storm came suddenly; the lightning flashed

illuminating the yard and forest like day.

The crone continued rocking in her old rocking chair,

oblivious to the storm brewing all around her.

She sat rocking and stitching, knit and purl.

A new pair of socks was in the works

for Marylou, the youngest of her grandchildren.

As the rain pelted down on the veranda roof,

the crone's stitches slipped and she drifted away,

into a peaceful sleep, she slid.

She dreamed she was floating among the clouds,

looking down upon the forest she so dearly loved,

as the storm grew, her hands relaxed,

and her knitting work fell to the veranda floor.

Away it blew, on the fresh western gale!

Then appeared the shadowy gentleman of poems and wine

whose ruby eyes burned ever the brighter.

Warm summer rain caressed her face, 

refreshing the visage of many summers seen.

She dreamed, so she thought, 

that she flew down to the forest floor,

from the storm clouds above.

The little ones of the forest awaited her there.

Here there was golden sunlight,

the singing of birds among the tree tops

as the squirrels chattered and crickets chirped!

Next came the little ones, the forest faie.

In ones and twos they came, a troupe to assemble,

from the forest green, with their tiny golden lanterns alight.

They danced and they pranced around grandmother, 

to her delight.

She arose from her seat to dance and prance 

with the little ones, in the golden light of their tiny lanterns,

casting shadows upon the trees all around. 

"Grandmother," one of the little ones spoke,

"We wish to welcome you to the Nether World,

the land in between where you were and where you are going.

The little fairy raised his hands and clapped them.

And that was when Grandmother awakened.

She found herself lying upon the mossy ground,

under the great pines of a strange yet familiar forest.

Sitting up she stretched and noticed 

something was different about her back.

She felt, and to her amazement she found,

long, slim gossamer wings 

where shoulder blades once were.

"These wings are to fly? Then I shall give it a try!"

And by willing to fly and flapping her wings

she was able to do the most marvelous things.

She once again flew in the sky so blue.

back to her home in the forest she flew.

Her cabin was still and quiet, untouched.

The father time had left. He was not to be found.

With the reality of a dream and the help of the faie

She had pounced first and defeated father time!

Her love shone too brightly for his shadow to remain.

Something else had changed, as all about her sparkled

in such a way as she had such she had never seen before. 

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Chumash Creation Myths

Hi dear friends and followers.

Today we look at some of the myths and legends of the Chumash People, some of the original residents of the southern California coast. Their area of influence ran from near the city of Santa Barbara in the north to its southern limit near the city of Long Beach on today's maps. Modern place names with Chumash origins include Malibu, Lompoc, Ojai, Pismo Beach, Point Mugu, Port Hueneme, Piru, Lake Castaic, Saticoy, and Simi Valley.

The Chumash have inhabited the region for about 13,000 years. Their name means "bead maker" or "seashell gatherer." And gatherers they were.

Their plank canoes allowed them to catch large salt water fish, like swordfish, a trophy using current technology. They also gathered clams, abalone and mussels as well as hunted for seals and sea otters. Deer, rabbits, and birds were hunted but this was more prevalent with those Chumash living in the interior of the territory. All of them gathered nuts, especially the acorns of the live oaks which were plentiful in the area.

Concerning their cosmogony, the Chumash saw the universe as having been made by one maker and kept in-order by many of the maker's helpers.

Chumash Creation Myths

In addition to the commonly shared belief in a Great Spirit which created the universe and everything in it, the Chumash believed the world was divided in three layers on three floating disks; the Sky World, the Middle World (where they lived), and the Water World.

They believed Sky World was supported by the Great Eagle who always remained in the same place, only occasionally stretching its wings, which caused the phases of the moon and lunar eclipses.

The Middle World was believed held in place by a giant serpent which would sometimes move, causing earthquakes.

They believed the Water World to be made from the urine of the many frogs who lived in it.

The Sun God is believed to have carried a torch made of tightly rolled bark which he used to illuminate the world. He creates the night sky by whipping the sparks off his torch. By day, the Sun sits in a hole in the ground which was created for him by the Spider Woman.
The Chumash had specific representations for each of the four seasons.

Winter was represented by the color white, the Eagle, a symbol of man's strength and pride, and the Bear, representing Mother Earth. Winter was also indicated by the North, from which the cold winds blew. For the Chumash, winter also meant renewal, as they celebrated Winter Solstice and the beginning of the new year.

Summer was represented by the color blue, as in the ocean's waves, and by the Owl, a creature of wisdom and intelligence, and the Snake, which pressed its belly against Mother Earth, showing its sensitivity. The summer was indicated by the South, from which the warm ocean breeze blew.

Spring was represented by the color yellow, and by the Hawk, believed to have brought back the sun on its tail, and by the Deer, which symbolized life, for every part of the animal was used by the Chumash as food and clothing. Spring came from the East, as this is where one would see the sunrise.

Fall was represented by the color red, and by the Dolphin; the sea-dwelling brother of the Chumash, and by the Raven, who served as messenger. The Fall was indicated by the West, for it is there one can see the sunset.

The Chumash myth tells of a great deluge which engulfed the earth, taking with it all living things save for the Spotted Woodpecker, the nephew of Kaqunupenawa, the Sun God.

Spotted Woodpecker survived the flood by perching itself atop the tallest tree in the world, but as he saw the water rise all the way to his feet, he cried out for his uncle's help. "Save me, I'm drowning!" he cried.

The Sun God's daughters heard him and told Kaqunupenawa that his nephew was dying of cold and hunger. The Sun God lowered his torch, the one he used to light the world and create the stars, and he warmed the Spotted Woodpecker with its heat. He then tossed two acorns in the water at his feet, so that he would be able to pick them up and eat them. The Sun God fed more acorns to the Spotted Woodpecker, which now explains why they are its favorite food.

After the flood, the Sun God, Morning Star, the Moon, and the Great Eagle were discussing the creation of new people to populate the earth with the Sky Coyote, trying to decide on their appearance. The Great Eagle and the Sky Coyote argued whether the humans should have hands like the the Sky Coyote's, who believed that the new people should be made in his image. 

He won the argument, and the next day, all gathered around a white rock so that Sky Coyote could press his hand into it to make his hand print, but the Lizard, who had been a silent observer at the proceedings leapt forward and pressed his own hand onto the rock. Lizard escaped the furious Sky Coyote, and the Sun and the Eagle approved of the hand print and this is why human hands are somewhat shaped like the Lizard's.

The first people were created from the seeds planted on Limuw (Santa Cruz Island) by Hutash, the Earth Goddess. Hutash was married to the Sky Snake (The Milky Way), who made lightning with his tongue and gave the people their first fire. The people kept the fire burning to stay warm and cook their food. Since the people were getting more comfortable, their population grew until the Island became too crowded.

They also made so much noise that Hutash could not get any sleep, so she decided it was time to allow some of the people to cross over to the mainland. Hutash made Wishtoyo, a Rainbow Bridge which extended from the tallest peak of the Island to the tallest inland mountain near Carpinteria. She told the people to cross carefully, and to never look down, but some did, and fell off the Rainbow Bridge and into the ocean, where they were turned into dolphins by Hutash to prevent them from drowning. This is why the Chumash Indians consider the dolphins to be their brothers. The Chumash honor Hutash every September with a great Harvest Festival named after her.

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Monday, 2 February 2015


Hi dear friends and followers. Today we visit the legends of the Yokut People.
When I see a place that has a multitude of Native Peoples like California does, I always look for myths and legends from more than one group. Generally I research tribes whose names have become well-known, like the Apache or the Iroquois, or people who, according to the maps I have, control relatively large portions of territory. And so it is with the Yokut People. They held sway over a good chunk of land in central California.

The Yokut People were tall and bronze-skinned, with black hair. They lived in settlements of about 500 residents each, usually near the water. They were hunters and gatherers, living well off the land that provided them with more than sufficient food. Most travel was done by boat, thus facilitating trade and marriages between residents of different villages. Their homes were huts with a wooden frame that was covered tule, a reed that is plentiful in the area.

Today's legend deals with a man who loved his wife quite dearly, even to the point of following her into the underworld after her death. It was written down in a book published in 1907 by one A.L. Kroeber and to the best of my knowledge is long past copyright protection. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did researching it. 

"Making a dance" of "having a dance" is mentioned in many Native American legends. Dancing in this sense is not a social thing done for enjoyment. It is how prayers were sent forth to their Supreme Being. It was also one of the intersections of the supernatural with the daily life of a mortal being.

Tachi refers to Yokuts from a specific tribe within the Yokut People.

A Tachi had a fine wife who died and was buried. Her husband went to her grave and dug a hole near it. There he stayed watching, not eating, using only tobacco. After two nights he saw that she came up, brushed the earth off herself, and started to go to the island of the dead.

The man tried to seize her but could not hold her. She went southeast and he followed her. Whenever he tried to hold her she escaped. He kept trying to seize her, however, and delayed her. At daybreak she stopped. He stayed there, but could not see her. When it began to be dark the woman got up again and went on. She turned westward and crossed Tulare Lake (or its inlet). At daybreak the man again tried to seize her but could not hold her. She stayed in that place during the day. The man remained in the same place, but again he could not see her.

There was a good trail there, and he could see the footprints of his dead friends and relatives. In the evening his wife got up again and went on. They came to a river which flows westward toward San Luis Obispo, the river of the Tulamni (the description fits the Santa Maria, but the Tulamni are in the Tulare drainage, on and about Buena Vista lake). There the man caught up with his wife and there they stayed all day. He still had had nothing to eat.

In the evening she went on again, now northward. Then somewhere to the west of the Tachi country he caught up with her once more and they spent the day there. In the evening the woman got up and they went on northward, across the San Joaquin river, to the north or east of it.

Again he overtook his wife. Then she said: "What are you going to do? I am nothing now. How can you get my body back? Do you think you shall be able to do it?" He said: "I think so." She said: "I think not. I am going to a different kind of a place now." From daybreak on that man stayed there. In the evening the woman started once more and went down along the river, but he overtook her again. She did not talk to him. Then they stayed all day, and at night went on again.

Now they were close to the island of the dead. It was joined to the land by a rising and falling bridge called ch'eleli. Under this bridge a river ran swiftly. The dead passed over this. When they were on the bridge, a bird suddenly fluttered up beside them and frightened them. Many fell off into the river, where they turned into fish. 

Now the chief of the dead said: "Somebody has come." They told him: "There are two. One of them is alive; he stinks." The chief said: "Do not let him cross." 

When the woman came on the island, he asked her: "You have a companion?" and she told him: "Yes, my husband." He asked her: "Is he coming here?" She said: "I do not know. He is alive." They asked the man: "Do you want to come to this country?" He said: "Yes." Then they told him: "Wait. I will see the chief." They told the chief: "He says that he wants to come to this country. We think he does not tell the truth." "Well, let him come across."
Now they intended to frighten him off the bridge. They said: "Come on. The chief says you can cross." Then the bird (kacha) flew up and tried to scare him, but did not make him fall off the bridge into the water. So they brought him before the chief. The chief said: "This is a bad country. You should not have come. We have only your wife's soul (ilit). She has left her bones with her body. I do not think we can give her back to you."

In the evening they danced. It was a round dance and they shouted. The chief said to the man: "Look at your wife in the middle of the crowd. To-morrow you will see no one."

Now the man stayed there three days. Then the chief said to some of the people: "Bring that woman. her husband wants to talk to her." They brought the woman to him. He asked her: ''Is this your husband?" She said: "Yes." He asked her: "Do you think you will go back to him?" She said: "I do not think so. What do you wish?" The chief said: "I think not. You must stay here. You cannot go back. You are worthless now." Then He said to the man: "Do you want to sleep with your wife?" He said: "Yes, for a while. I want to sleep with her and talk with her." Then he was allowed to sleep with her that night and they talked together.

At daybreak the woman was vanished and he was sleeping next to a fallen oak. The chief said to him: "Get up. It is late." He opened his eyes and saw an oak instead of his wife. The chief said: "You see that we cannot make your wife as she was. She is no good now. It is best that you go back. You have a good country there." But the man said: "No, I will stay." The chief told him: "No, do not. Come back here whenever you like, but go back now." Nevertheless the man stayed there six days. Then he said: "I am going back." 
yourself. Then after six days emerge and make a dance."
Now the man returned. He told his parents: "Make me a small house. In six days I will come out and dance." Now he stayed there five days. Then his friends began to know that he had come back. "Our relative has come back," they all said.
Now the man was in too much of a hurry. 

After five days he came out. In the evening he began to dance and danced all night, telling what he saw. In the morning, when he had stopped dancing, he went to bathe. Then a rattlesnake bit him. He died. So he went back to the island. He is there now. It is through him that the people know how it is there.
Every two days the island becomes full. Then the chief gathers the people. "You must swim," he says. The people stop dancing and bathe. Then the bird frightens them, and some turn to fish, and some to ducks; only a few come out of the water again as people. In this way room is made when the island is too full. The name of the chief there is Kandjidji.

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