The Legend of Wolf Boy

Hi dear friend and followers, today we go due south of Nebraska and into Kansas for today's legend, a story from the Kiowa People titled The Wolf Boy.

The Kiowa were nomads. They lived off the land's resources as a hunter gatherer society, dependent upon buffalo, elk, and antelope as large game. Small game included turkey, rabbit, smaller game birds, and in times when game was scarce, lizards, skunks, snakes, and armadillos.

Most of the hunting was done by the men in the Kiowa society while women did the gathering and food preparation.

The Legend of Wolf Boy

There was a camp of Kiowa. There was a young man, his wife, and his brother. They set out by themselves to look for game. This young man would leave his younger brother and his wife in camp and to go out to look for game. Every time his brother would leave, the boy would go to a high hill nearby and sit there all day until his brother returned.

One time before the boy went as usual to the hill, his sister-in-law said, "Why are you so lonesome? Let us be sweethearts." The boy answered, "No. I love my brother and I would not want to do that." She said, "Your brother would not know. Only you and I would know. He would not find out. "No, I think a great deal of my brother. I would not want to do that."

One night as they all went to sleep the young woman went to where the boy used to sit on the hill. She began to dig. She dug a hole deep enough so that no one would ever hear him after hew fell into it. She covered it by placing a hide over the hole and made it look so natural so no one would ever notice it.

Next day the older brother went hunting and the younger brother went to where he used to sit. The young woman watched him and she saw him drop out of sight. She went up the hill and looked into the pit and said, "I guess you want to make love now. If you are willing to be my sweetheart I will let you out. If not, you will have to stay in there until you die.. The boy said, "I will not."

After the young man returned home, he asked his wife where his little brother was. She said, "I have not seen him since you left, but he went up on the hill."

That night as they went to bed the young man said to his wife that he thought he heard a voice somewhere. She said, It is only the Wolves that you hear." The young man did not sleep all night. He said to his wife, "You must have scolded him to make him go; he may have gone back home." She replied, "I did not say anything to him. Every day when you go hunting he goes up on that hill."

Next day they broke camp and went back to the main camp to see if he was there. They concluded that he had died. His father and mother cried over him.

The boy staying in the pit was crying; he was starving. He looked up and saw something. A Wolf was pulling-off the old hide. The Wolf said, "Why are you down there?" The boy told him what had happened, that the woman had caused him to be in there. The Wolf said, I will get you out. If I get you out, you will be my son." He heard the Wolf howling. When he looked up again he saw a pack of Wolves. They started to dig in the side of the pit until they reached him and he could crawl out. It was very cold. As night came on, the Wolves lay all around him and on top of him to keep him warm.

Next morning the Wolves asked what he ate. He said that he ate meat. So the Wolves went out and found Buffalo and killed a calf and brought it to him. The boy had nothing to butcher it with, so the Wolf tore the calf to pieces for the boy to get out what he wanted. The boy ate until he was full. The Wolf who got him out asked the others if they knew where there was a flint knife. One said that he had seen one somewhere. He told him to get it. After that, when the Wolves killed for him, he would butcher it himself.

Some time after that, a man from the camp was out hunting and he observed a pack of Wolves, and among them was a man. He rode up to see if he could recognize this man. He got near enough only to see that he was a man with some wolves. They considered that it might be the young man who had been lost some time before. The camp had killed off all of the Buffalo. Some young men after butchering had left to kill Wolves (as they did after killing Buffalo). They noticed a young man with a pack of Wolves. The Wolves saw the men, and they ran off. The young man ran off with them.

Next day the whole camp went out to see who the young man was. They saw the Wolves and the young man with them. They pursued the young man. They overtook him and caught him. He bit them like a Wolf. After they caught him, they heard the Wolves howling in the distance. The young man told his father and his brother to free him so he could hear what the Wolves were saying. They said if they loosened him, he would not come back. However, they loosened him and he went out and met the Wolves. Then he returned to the camp.

"How did you come to be among them?" asked the father and brother. He told how his sister-in-law had dug the hole, and he fell in, and the Wolves had gotten him out, and he had lived with them ever since.

The Wolf had said to him that someone must come in his place, that they were to wind Buffalo gut around the young woman and send her. The young woman's father and mother found out what she had done to the boy. They said to her husband that she had done wrong and for him to do as the Wolf had directed and take her to him and let him eat her up.

So the husband of the young woman took her and wound the guts around her and led her to where the Wolf had directed. The whole camp went to see, and the Wolf Boy said, "Let me take her to my father Wolf." Then he took her and stopped at a distance and howled like a Wolf, and they saw the Wolves coming from everywhere. He said to his Wolf father, "Here is the one you were to have in my place." The wolves came and tore her up.

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The Wisdom of the Willow Tree

Hi dear friends and followers, welcome.
 
We are back in Missouri today because I had missed highlighting one of the major Siouan Peoples in the middle America, the Osage. The map that I have shows that they had a strong presence in Missouri, along with the Illini, Otoe, Missouria, Quapaw, and Chickasaw.

 

The Wisdom of the Willow Tree

Today's story is a lesson involving the dream quest and things readily found in nature as teachers. Please read on and see how this story deals with a young man's question about the meaning of life.

The Wisdom of the Willow Tree

What is the meaning of life? Why is it that people grow old and die?

Although he was young, those questions troubled the mind of Little One. He asked the elders about them, but their answers did not satisfy him. At last he knew there was only one thing to do. He would have to seek the answers in his dreams.

Little One rose early in the morning and prayed to Wah-Kon-Tah for help. Then he walked away from the village, across the prairie and toward the hills. He took nothing with him, no food or water. He was looking for a place where none of his people would see him, a place where a vision would come to him.

Little One walked a long way. Each night he camped in a different place, hoping that it would be the right one to give him a dream that could answer his questions. But no such dream came to him.

At last he came to a hill that rose above the land like the breast of a turkey. A spring burst forth from the rocks near the base of a great elm tree. It was such a beautiful place that it seemed to be filled with the power of Wah-Kon-Tah. Little One sat down by the base of that elm tree and waited as the sun set. But though he slept, again, no sign was given to him.

When he woke the next morning he was weak with hunger. "I must go back home," he thought. He was filled with despair, but his thoughts were of his parents. He had been gone a long time. Even though it was expected that a young man would seek guidance alone in this fashion, Little One knew they would be worried. "If I do not return while I still have my strength to walk," he said, "I will die here and my family may never find my body."

So Little One began to follow the small stream that was fed by the spring. It flowed out of the hills in the direction of his village, and he trusted it to lead him home. He walked and walked until he was not far from his village. But as he walked along that stream, he stumbled and fell among the roots of an old willow tree. Little One clung to the roots of the willow tree. Although he tried to rise, his legs were too weak.

"Grandfather," he said to the willow tree, "It is not possible for me to go on."

Then the ancient willow tree spoke to him. "Little One," it said, "all the Little Ones always cling to me for support as they walk along the great path of life. See the base of my trunk, which sends forth those roots that hold me firm in the earth. They are the sign of my old age. They are darkened and wrinkled with age, but they are still strong. Their strength comes from relying on the earth. When the Little Ones use me as a symbol, they will not fail to see old age as they travel along the path of life."

Those words gave strength to Little One's spirit. He stood again and began to walk. Soon his own village was in sight, and as he sat down to rest for a moment in the grass of the prairie, looking at his village, another vision came to him. He saw before him the figure of an old man. The old man was strangely familiar, even though Little One had never seen him before.

"Look upon me," the old man said. "What do you see?"

"I see an old man whose face is wrinkled with age," Little One said.

"Look upon me again," the old man said.

Then Little One looked, and as he looked, the lesson shown him by the willow tree filled his heart. "I see an aged man in sacred clothing," Little One said, "The fluttering down of the eagle adorns his head. I see you, my grandfather. I see an aged man with the stem of the pipe between his lips. I see you, my grandfather. You are firm and rooted to the earth like the ancient willow. I see you standing among the days that are peaceful and beautiful. I see you, my grandfather. I see you standing as you will stand in your lodge, my grandfather."

The ancient man smiled. Little One had seen truly. "My young brother," the old man said, "your mind is fixed upon the days that are peaceful and beautiful." And then he was gone.

Now Little One's heart was filled with peace, and as he walked into the village, his mind was troubled no longer with those questions about the meaning of life. For he knew that the old man he had seen was himself. The ancient man was Little One as he would when he became an elder, filled with great peace and wisdom which would give strength to all of the people.

From that day on, Little One began to spend more time listening to the words his elders spoke, and of all the young men in the village, he was the happiest and most content





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"HI!" It's Frizzy Lizzy here.

Hi dear friends and followers, welcome to Frizzy Lizzy

"Deck the halls with a dude named Wally, fa la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! Good morning, Debra! How are things by you today? Sure, I have some coffee! Just leave your boots by the door and pour a cup."

"I put the Danish butter cookies here on the table where I could reach them easier. They cost all of $4.00 for a 1 kilogram tin, but they are so nice to have around when things get busy before Christmas."

"So, have you finished your Christmas shopping? Really? All you have left is for Raymond? I hope that he is easier to buy for than Charley!"

"I remember when Charley had a lot of Christmas shopping to do, and it was all his fault that he had it. The way he saw Christmas back then was different from how we see it now. He was so materialistic and needing to impress his kids with box after box after box to open. I suppose that a lot of it came from his up-bringing as an only child. He was showered with gifts, but he tried to duplicate that kind of gifting with, let me count them, 12 people in his family! I mean to tell you, it was a gifting orgy!

"You don't understand? Well, Debra, this is how it was for a lot of years until his grandkids got old enough to just take cash for a gift:

"His family and I would get together over Thanksgiving dinner. That in itself was enough work for a year but he had more work all lined-up for us when he asked everyone to give him their Christmas goodies list. OK, so we are dead tired from making the dinner, "enjoying" the dinner, washing the pots and pans, playing cards into the wee hours of Thanksgiving Day, and he asks for shopping lists!

"We got lists for everyone: men, women boys, girls, even gifts for the dogs! His mama never gave a list because she knew what was going to happen. Charley wouldn't just buy a few gifts for everyone. He bought everything on everyone's lists, and more! And he bought quality gifts. If the gift was jeans, they were Levi's or better. If it was work boots, the brand was Red Wing. Blow dryers were Clairol, flannel shirts came from American Outfitters. You get the picture.

"Now I've never been stingy or so frugal that I could not give gifts to my loved ones, but I had my limits, and Charley was well beyond them. The only good thing was that it was he and not me paying for the privilege of going bankrupt while gift-giving.

"We never went shopping on "Black Friday." Too many people were out. Before I met Charley I had fun doing my Christmas shopping and I wanted to keep it that way by avoiding the biggest crowd of the year. He agreed with that. The rest was a real surprise.

"So we would start shopping early in the day of the second Saturday in December at the biggest shopping mall we could find. He would take his flask filled with bourbon with him so he could have a sip whenever we took packages back to the car. I brought mine, filled with Canadian Club. I found that to be a good idea as the day went by and the crowds got bigger. The lines moved slower at the cashier's stations, and the money just went out of Charley's pocket while credit card slips went in. As the liquor went into Charley's empty stomach, the grouchiness came out of him and that made me wonder who he shopped with between the time he split with his wife and I came along.

"Anyway, we had a lunch (with drinks, of course!) and shopped until we had almost everything for everyone as evidenced by the number of bags in the car. Spending 8 or 9 hours shopping was about the usual thing.

"We drove to his mother's and brought everything into her house because it was where everyone would gather on Christmas Eve. That was when the fun really started!

"Have you ever tried to have a life while wrapping upwards of 200 packages of all different dimensions, some in boxes, some without a box, in your spare time? Add to that assembling children's toys and getting the ingredients for a Christmas dinner together, well, can you see what's coming? It's not that I did not help him, but every Christmas I was so worn out by Christmas Eve that I got the flu!

"What do we do now? Well, Debra, life is so much simpler since his kids moved away and the grandchildren have grown. He just sends them a nice check in a family Christmas card. Cash is a nice gift. It's always the right color, always fits well, and never needs to be dusted or cleaned.

"I did change his giving habits a little bit. Each of his children and grand children that has a family gets a gift of excellent food, like a ham smoked over the apple wood, or fine sausage, or fresh Baltimore crab cakes along with the check.

"All of that materialism made me stop and examine my own motives for giving, Deb. Here's why I give gifts. I give gifts to the ones I love or hold in high regard in commemoration of the gift that humanity received on the night of the first Christmas. I believe that we received The Way, The Truth, and The Light, the Realization of Hope. Those are some truly awesome gifts. I give my little gifts that will someday wear out, fall apart, or turn to nothing to remind myself, and hopefully the one who receives that gift, of the Great Gift of Christmas itself."

"Come on over here and give me a Christmas hug, Debra. Your gift has always been your friendship, and that is truly awesome, too, Hon."

I hope that you have enjoyed these series of Frizy Lizzy. Hope you all liked it. Thank you again for reading, have a great weekend.

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Dure and Wahre'dua Bring Medicine to the People

Hi dear friends and followers

It's almost like the person who told these tales saved the best for last. In these legends we will see how all medicine came to the Otoe/Iowa People.

To the Native Peoples, medicine was a wide-ranging concept that dealt with curing the ill, preserving health, and gaining knowledge of all types. We see physical and spiritual medicine exemplified through the founding of the sweat lodge. Learning is contained within many of the medicine bundles that Wahre'dua selects from the lodges of the spirits whom he and his twin brother, Dure, have visited.

This is the last installment of these legends and myths. Thank you so much for following them with me. I am so appreciative that you have accompanied the twins and I on this journey!

Dure and Wahre'dua Bring Medicine to the People

This time their father was pleased that they had killed all these dangerous monsters. He knew that his sons could control the animals of earth and air. However, he thought that he had better flee because he feared that they would finally kill him also, so he sent them out to discover the four corners of the earth.

The twins set out on their errand and first visited the scenes of all their former victories. While on their travels one foggy day Wahre'dua was taken up into the World Above by the spirits, and while there he was taught by them to control the rain, thunder, and lightning, so that he could go on the warpath as they did. He was taken up there to be shown the power that he and his brother had to exercise in this world.

So the Powers Above showed Wahre'dua all the different types of war-bundles (Waruhawa). These hung all around the walls of the wigwam from one side of the door to the other. Among them were the prototypes of the war-bundles that we use today in the Iowa tribe. They were:

The Holy Sacred Bundle (Wathe Waruhawe or Wathe Ma'ka) which contains some of Wahre'dua's hair medicine. It is a very strong power, and is used to govern the affections of women, to bring presents to the owner, to obtain gifts of horses for him, and even to reform bad women.

The Brave Bundle (Wakwa Shoshe).

The Red (Bean) Medicine Bundle (Maka Sudje Waruhawe) which is used especially for war and horse stealing. Horse doctors use it also, and so do snake doctors.

The Deer Dewclaw Bundle (Ta Sagre Waruhawe), used by Buffalo Doctors in healing the sick.

The Scalping War Bundle (Watce Waruhawe). The Chief's Sacred Bundle (Wanikihi Waruhawa), a peace bundle. The Buffalo Doctors' Sacred Bundle (Tcehowe Waruhawe).

The Grizzly Bear Bundle (Ma'to Waruhawe), used by the Grizzly Bear Doctors to cure the sick.

Originally there was only one of each kind of bundle in each gens, but many false ones are now to be found. One of each of these was given to Wahre'dua to carry back to earth. Some were covered with fresh scalps, just taken. Others had scalps that were a few days old and some were older still.

There was one bundle that hung near the door which was very old and tattered. It was a leading bundle, and Wahre'dua, having magic power, knew it in spite of its appearance and took that one too.

The spirit who was teaching him said, "You have taken the greatest of all. You can control the rain, air, sun, even the beasts and the fowls of the air. Your brother is crying for you down on earth, go back and continue your journey. You will find that your father has fled."

When Wahre'dua got back to the earth he saw that it was all foggy again. He wandered around until he heard Dore calling him. When he approached him, Dore said, "What have you and where have you been?"

"Oh," said Wahre'dua, "I have something that will make us great. Now we will go on."

They left that place and traveled until they came to a place where the earth ended. There was a great crack there that opened and closed, but the twins jumped over it when it was shut.

Once on the other side they found a wigwam where dwelt Pigeon (Rutce or Lutce), the Master of the Fowls of the Air. He gave the brothers the Pigeon War Bundle (Lutce Waruhawe), which is used especially to locate the enemy.

This Pigeon himself was the bird who located the earth at the time of the creation, hence came his great powers. He was the ancestor of the Pigeon Gens. He said to the twins: "Now you have come. I have been expecting you. Take this bundle to use in war to protect you from the scouts and spies of the enemy. It shall be the sacred bundle of the Pigeon Gens."

This Pigeon had also in his charge all the war bundles that are connected with the bird kind. There were the Eagle, Hawk, and Owl Medicine Bundles, and that of the Sparrow-hawk and Black Hawk. All these were shown and explained to the twins.

The lodge was covered with feathers inside. The twins were told to help themselves to all the feathers that they could carry. As for the bundles, they did not actually carry those away, they learned their contents and rituals, and copied them when they got home.

On their way back the twins again came to the crack that marked the corner of the earth, and stepped across. They had now visited the east and so they soon set out to visit the west.

When they got to the western end of the earth they came to another crack and stepped across while it was shut.

Here they were presented with the Wolf Gens War Bundle (Mejiradji Waruhawa). The being who gave it to them had all the bundles connected with the wolves. He was called Wolf Chief (Me'jiradji Wanikihi) and with him was Coyote Chief (Manikathi Wanikihi), so they acquired the Coyote Sacred Bundle also.

All these bundles are only branches of the Sacred Medicine Bundles (Wathe) and the Scalping Bundles (Watce), which, with the Red Medicine Bundle (Maka Sudje), head all the others.

The Wolf Chief gave them their choice of all the war bundles that hung around the walls of his lodge from one side of the door to the other, and again Wahre'dua selected the oldest and most insignificant looking, yet the most powerful one.

The twins returned and went south without looking for their father. Again they came to a crack that marked the boundary of the world and stepped over it while it was closed.

Here they found a lodge where dwelt Munje Wanikihi, the Bear Chief, who greeted them kindly and showed them all the sacred bear bundles. These were mainly for doctoring the sick, as used later by the Grizzly Bear Doctors, but were also secondarily for war. The Brave Bundles (Wankwa Tcutze) belong to this latter class.

The Bear Chief said, "When you get back you can tell the people what you have," and he explained each sort and its ritual to the twins.

All around the inside of his house were hung sacred warbundles from one side of the door to the other. Some had fresh scalps on them, others scalps a few days old, others still older, as in the other two lodges at the east and west ends of the world.

The Bear Chief gave them their choice as before and Wahre'dua selected again the oldest and poorest-looking one, which was in reality the most powerful of all.

The twins returned, and by now their lodge was full of strong powers.

They went hunting to get a bear, a wolf, an eagle, and a pigeon to use in making up their sacred bundles according to the instructions which they had received. As they knew that there would be Chiefs, Braves, well-to-do men, and commoners in the Iowa nation when it came to exist, they got four of each kind, and anyway there would have to be four in each gens, one for each of the descendants of the four gens ancestors.

The twins later selected from each gens of the Iowa nation the four leading men and instructed them in all the ways of these bundles, and that took them a great deal of time.

There should be four whistles attached to or inside of each sacred bundle. These are made of cane because cane grows in water whence emerged each of the gens ancestors. These whistles are to invoke the aid of the four winds.

When the twins turned the bundles over to mankind a great feast was held, after which the leaders learned the traditions, rites, and rituals of the sacred bundles so that they could operate them properly. From that time until recently the war bundles were used as the twins taught us.

The gens began at that time, and once being organized the people of each gens were also instructed in the story of the origin and the use of these bundles. Each gens ancestor was an animal that came out of the Great Water and became a person.

The twins then said to the people, "We cannot stay here any longer, but now you people can take care of yourselves. There shall be chiefs, secondary chiefs, subchiefs, braves and commoners. The Iowa tribe shall ever be peaceable, and we give you for each gens a peace pipe. Seven in all were given to the people. First one for the Buffalo (A'ruhwa) gens, second one for the Black Bear (Tuna'pi) gens, third, one for the Pigeon (Rutce) gens; fourth, one for the Wolf (Munijiraji) gens; fifth one for the Owl (Mankatci or Mankoke) gens; sixth, one for the Eagle (Hkra) gens, and seventh for the Elk (homa) gens.

As the people were now well supplied with the means to make both war and peace the boys started to look for their father. (Note that, probably by error of the narrator, no account is given of their journey to the north end of the earth, although it was said they were to go to all four quarters of the compass.)

They again examined all four corners of the earth, the water, rocks, trees, and the air. Still they couldn't find him. They then came home and asked the very poles of their wigwam, but these were unable to tell them. Even the fireplace did not know. Again they asked everywhere without success.

At last Wahre'dua remembered that they had not inquired of the Thexiskagre, the pole from which kettles are suspended over the fire. So they pulled it up and asked it.

"Yes," said the pole, "your father went through the hole in which I am standing."

The twins followed through the orifice into the nether world and searched there too.

Their father had preceded them and had told all the inhabitants that they would soon be there. He told about all their triumphs in the world above, how they had slain all manner of evil powers from bloodsuckers to gods, and were so powerful and dangerous that no one could circumvent them so that he

himself had fled to escape them. He advised the people to have nothing to do with them and went on.

When the twins go there, they found that the inhabitants would not have anything to do with them, except to tell them that their father had passed that way. This happened at the second village and at the third, but at the fourth and last they found an old lady dwelling in the last lodge all by herself, who told them that their father lived there and was married again, and that all the people were in terror of the boys.

Meanwhile their father ran to the chief and told them the boys were there and advised him to make wax and seal their eyes while they slept, then they could all flee to the north. This was done, and while the boys slept, the wax was put on their eyes so that when they awoke they were helpless.

Now it so happened that the old lady where they were staying had some corn and pumpkin seeds stored away in her woxe (underground cache, a barrel-shaped, bark-lined hole dug in the center of the lodge floor). The rats and mice looking for the corn and seeds ran over the blinded twins as they lay helpless on the floor of the lodge. Wahre'dua got angry at this and threatened to kill them, whereupon one of the rats said: "Kill us if you will, but we want to help you."

Early the next morning the old lady returned to the lodge and said to the boys: "Grandson, under where I sit I have put away something for you boys to eat." (Hintakwaa oamenakowada wapiliiyaki.) Therefore the next time the rats and mice appeared, the boys offered to share the cache with them if they would help them. So the mice gnawed off the wax from their eyelids until the boys could see once more.

Again the boys started in search of their father, but could not find him anywhere. They called all the creeping things together and asked them for tidings. They also asked all the Powers and Spirits and offered their father's body as a reward.

At last Dore went one way and Wahre'dua went the other, still searching.

Wahre'dua went to the water and turned himself into a rock in the middle of a great lake. There he lay day after day, until at last a bird came and lit on him. He instantly seized the bird and he had his father.

Wahre'dua carried his father back and waited until Dore returned, which was along time.

"What shall we do with our father?" he asked Dore when the latter came back.

"Well, let's let him go, and we will resume our travels," answered Dore.

So they released their father and he returned to his last home in the fourth village.

The twins first said to him, "Father, we hate to do anything to you, although we would be justified after you fled from us. We will forgive you. Stay here, and we'll go farther, but we hope to return and see you."

The twins traveled a little farther and they came to a person who said, "Grandsons, I'm glad you've come. Before we talk, let us take a sweatbath."

The sudatory was made of thick clay and had no holes for ventilation. Moreover it was so hard it could not be broken. After the boys agreed, the three entered the sweat lodge and there their host had a great fire outside.

When the stones were heated they were placed in the bath, and one of the boys sat on each side, with the man in the rear, and the doorplace vacant. When the door was closed the heat became terrible, but the twins, when it became too terrific to bear, took mussel shells and crawled under them and so escaped.

At last even the owner could not stand it any longer and ran out, whereupon the boys pursued him and drove him into the next world, where he remains invisible, but evil. He is the evil one, and knows whatever we do or even whisper. He is one of the tribe of Ghosts (Wanagri).

The twins next returned to their father, and made a sweat lodge themselves so that the people in the future would do this for their own benefit when sick. Cedar must be burned as incense as it is sacred to all Indians. This sweat lodge treatment is also to be used to restore a man who has in any way come in contact with a woman undergoing her menses.

The twins went off again, and presently they came to a village where there were three leading chiefs. These were Greda'he the Black Hawk, Ke'tonha the Snapping Turtle, and Wankistogre or Man-in-the-earring.

They had a feast, and one of the chiefs announced that there would be a great race, and whoever won should be given his daughter as a prize. The course of the race was from one corner of the world to the other. Every creeping thing, every fowl of the air, Rain-Man, Thunder-Man, Lightning-Man, and Little God; they too were in it.

The chief took one of the gens peace pipes and said, "This pipe you all see. One of you will start carrying it, and whoever shall overtake him shall take and carry the pipe until someone else overhauls him and captures it. The one who completes the course and brings it back to me shall be the winner."

Turtle, who is unable to run very fast, saw the pipe and he went and made one just like it. He took it and circled and came running back with the false pipe and cried, "I win the race, give me the woman."

"No," said the chief, "wait till the others come in."

But Turtle said, No, I want her now." However the chief would not let him have her, and finally the others came in and Wankistogre, the Man-in-the-earring, brought in the real pipe and won. He received the woman, and

became the ruler of the people, but Turtles trick was the start of the false peace pipes that some people still hold and call genuine Iowa gens peace pipes.

"Now," said the twins, "We have done all we can, let us leave this place. We have made ourselves powerful enemies as well as friends, and we can't always remain here. We've killed too many monsters, let us go elsewhere than this world."

"I will go into the Sun," said Wahre'dua, and Dore, his brother, who had less power, went into the Moon.

The father was weaker yet, so he went into a star, the fixed one 

that the Iowa call Mikathe Manyiskune, and I came home.

This is the third part of what I found to be a three-part legend of the adventures of the monster killers of the Otoe/Iowa people, Dore and Wahre'dua. I hope that you have enjoyed these stories. Hope you all liked the last part. Thank you again for reading, have a great weekend.

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Further Adventures of Dore and Wahre' dua

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This is the second part of a three-part legend of the Otoe Monster Killers. I have chosen to present this because it's not every day that I can find this complete of a recounting of what is a real myth. So here are the

Further Adventures of Dore and Wahre' dua
When the boys got home they found their father was very much frightened by their power.

The next day he told them to stay away from another place where their grandmother lived, near a spring. As soon as he was gone, Wahre'dua said to Dore, "Our father has ordered us to go and visit our grandmother." "Oh no," Dore answered, "he told us not to." "Well then, give me back my scalplock if you are not going."

So as usual Dore was persuaded, and they went and found the grandmother sitting on a rock by the spring. They ordered her to come down, as their father wanted her to come to their lodge. "Oh no," said the old woman, "I have sat here for years and years and I have never moved." "Well then, I will carry you," said Wahre'dua, and he took her on his back and carried her home to their lodge.

When they go there he told her to get off, but the old lady refused. Even when Wahre'dua and Dore beat her and pulled at her they could not get her loose. Finally even Wahre'dua had to lie down with the old woman still on his back. He told Dore to cover him up with his robe, so Dore concealed him.

When their father came back he asked why Wahre'dua was lying down, and Dore replied that his brother was sick. The father lifted up the blanket and saw the old woman. "Didn't I tell you not to bother your grandmother? Now take her back where she belongs."

Wahre'dua did as his father told him, and when he reached the spot again the old woman descended and resumed her seat once more.

The next day their father again warned the twins against going to a certain place at a river, but the boys went as usual. As soon as their father was gone, Wahre'dua said, "Our father has commanded us to go to the river." "Oh no," Dore answered, "he told us not to." "Well then, give me back my scalplock if you are not going." So again Dore gave in to Wahre'dua and they went to the river.

There were many wild fowl on the water, but no person could swim across. This time Wahre'dua held back, but Dore wanted to cross so he called a swan and got on its back. He wanted it to help him get some ducks, but it paid no attention and carried him away. Wahre'dua began to search for Dore. He asked every bird that came along where his brother was, but none of them could tell him, so he searched and wept and sang this song:

Dore, Dore, mitheskeeanokonye

Dore, Dore, mitheskeeanokonye

(Dore, Dore, if it had been me, I'd fly)

After awhile Wahre'dua saw a lot of swans in a flock. He stopped and asked them if they had seen his brother, the one who was carried off. "Oh yes, he will come back in a little while", said the swans. Wahre'dua went on weeping and singing.
Presently a swan began circling down from the heavens and lit near Wahre'dua and Dore got off its back. "Why are you crying, my brother?" he asked.

"I'm singing about you, my brother. I'm proud of you," answered Wahre'dua. "Let us go now, we can return tomorrow and be revenged on these swans."

Although Dore said he had been well treated by the swan, the next day the twins returned and this time Wahre'dua mounted on the swan's back. He took its neck and twisted it, so that from that day to this all swans' necks are curved. The boys killed many swans as a punishment and some they brought home to their father, who was frightened and angry, for he took these to be holy birds.

When their father saw how really powerful they were, so that nothing seemed to be impossible, he decided to tell them that the worst of their tasks lay before them.

The next day he said to the twins, "There is a place yonder that is the most dangerous of all. Don't go there, yet if you are determined to visit it, do so."

As soon as their father had gone, the boys, after their usual argument, started for the place. It was where the Horned Water Panthers (Itcex'hi) dwelt. When they drew near the place, Dore said, "What shall we do? These beings are very powerful and will surely kill us." Wahre'dua replied, "Let us visit them in the afternoon, for there are only certain times every day that they come out of their dens."

In the afternoon when the sun was shining and the sky was clear, the boys visited the Horned Water Panthers as they had planned. They went right up to the chief of them all and announced themselves as visitors. "Hau," said the Panther chief, "You two, Dore and Wahre'dua, may come to our lodge under the earth."

The twins went down into the lodge of the Horned Water Panthers, and when they got inside, there were many spirits there. These Panthers eat only people; and, although they brought the boys meat from all over the world, they would not touch it. As soon as their visit was over and they were out in the world once more, Wahre'dua said to Dore, "Let us kill these dangerous monsters."

"How can we do that?" asked Dore.

"I have a plan," answered Wahre'dua. "Kill me with your bow and arrows, cut me up, and place my head on top of the pile of meat and cook me. When you have finished, take me to the monsters, and say the chief, 'I know you like to eat meat, so I've killed you a raccoon and butchered it for you. Eat.'"

And so Dore killed Wahre'dua and butchered him. Wahre'dua first told him to stand back out of the way, when the kettle was boiling to watch his head, and when he saw it wink throw his blanket to one side, and shout, "Look out Grandfather." Dore carried his brother's body to the chief of the Horned Water Panthers, and said, "Grandpa, I know you like to eat meat, so I found this raccoon and killed and butchered it for you. Eat."

The chief of the Horned Water Panthers said, "Hau, I thank you, my grandson," and he called all his people to feast. As soon as the kettle began to boil over, Dore, who was watching Wahre'dua's head closely, saw one eye wink, so he stepped back, threw his blanket to one side and cried, "Look out Grandfather!"

Instantly Wahre'dua came to life and sprang out of the kettle, spattering the scalding water all over the panthers and crippling many. Then the twins took their warclubs and their bows and arrows and shot or clubbed many of them to death. They took the blood and some of the carcasses and climbed up on the bluff that stood over the home of the Water Panthers. They drew up the meat and boiled the panthers, horns and all in their kettle. "Our father will be pleased to eat this," said Wahre'dua.

But when their father came home he refused to eat it, although they told him of the wonders they had performed.

Their father told them that there was a tree in the vicinity to which he did not want them to go. The next day Wahre'dua said to Dore, "Our father said we were to visit that tree." "Oh no," Dore answered, "he told us not to." "Well then, give me back my scalplock if you are not going."

Rather than do this, Dore gave in as usual and went with Wahre'dua. It is said that this is a true story of the beginning of the Indian race, and many of the medicines that were found in the medicine bags of otter skin used in the Mankanye Washi are derived from Wahre'dua's hair. These twins made the world possible for men to live here. There is another tale, which concerns the killing of monsters and which resembles this one, which is called A'ho'ge.

Now the twins went to the tree and Wahre'dua climbed up into it and there he found a nest containing four little winged men. "Oh, my brother, these are cute little fellows," he called to Dore. He picked up one and asked it, "What is your name?"

"Thunder-man (Kho'manyi)," answered the Being. "Oh my brother," called out Wahre'dua, "here goes Thunder-man", and he dropped the little god to Dore, who caught him.

Wahre'dua picked up the second being and asked it, "What is your name?"

"Lightning-man (Ukrimanyi)," answered the Being. "Oh my brother," called out Wahre'dua, "here goes Lightning-man", and he dropped the little god to Dore, who caught him.

Wahre'dua picked up the third being and asked it, "What is your name?"

"Rain-man (I'yomani)," answered the Being. "Oh my brother," called out Wahre'dua, "here goes Rain-man", and he dropped the little god to Dore, who caught him.

Wahre'dua picked up the fourth being and asked it, "What is your name?"

"Little-god (Wakandaiinye)," answered the Being. "Oh my brother," called out Wahre'dua, "here goes Little-god", and he dropped the little god to Dore. "Before you take me away, Wahre'dua, I want to sing," said Little-god and he sang:

"Itugo, itugo, urihi."

(My grandfather, my grandfather, come home. Wahre'dua has taken us.)

But if the Thunder spirits had power, Wahre'dua and Dore had more. A great cloud came up immediately, rain fell, and there was much lightning. Dore had a piece of flint and hid under it, but Wahre'dua turned himself into a wren and flew around the trees so that the thunder and lightning could not harm him. When the storm was over, the twins came back and took home the little beings. They told Kho'manyi to thunder. When he did this for them he would raise his wings. Then they told Ukrimanyi to make lightning and he opened his eyes and the lightning flashed. I'yomani they caused to raise his wings and the rain fell.

Even at a distance their father could tell by these disturbances what they had done, and he came home. The boys were sure that he would be proud of their performance, but when he saw what they had done, he ordered them to take the four little beings back, and this they did.

The next day the father of the boys predicted that someone was coming from across the Great Water to bother and harass them. "They will disturb our hunting ground (Woki'noka); it is a race of giants called Waruska who will do this. These people kill all living things where they live, even to the frogs."

The twins decided to make war on the giants, so they ordered their former friends the swans to come and make a bridge for them across the ocean. The birds did this by putting their heads and tails together alternately and the boys ran across. Being imbued with supernatural power, they were able to get over in one half day, great though the distance was.

On the other side thy saw many tracks of giants and their monstrous dogs. Wahre'dua said to Dore: "Now that we're over here I want you to do as I say. When we draw close to the village, put our bow and arrows in good shape; then I'll play raccoon again. Kill me and butcher me and bring me to the chief of the Waruska to feast on. When you put me in the pot, place me head first. Have your bow ready and when the water boils, cry 'This ought to be under the water,' and strike me on the buttocks with your bow to drive the body down. Then look out for yourself."

Dore killed Wahre'dua, cut him up and brought him to the chief of the Giants telling him that it was a raccoon that he had prepared to feast him and his people. The Giant chief accepted the offering and led Dore into his village.

When Dore came up to the cooking place and all the assembled giants crowded around they were disappointed in the small size of his offering and began to grumble, "There is hardly enough. This one also ought to be in there."

When the water began to boil Wahre'dua's buttocks began to bob about on the surface, so Dore took his bow and struck them, exclaiming, "This ought to be under the water." The giants had drawn close to watch the kettle boil, but Dore sprang back and cried, "Grandfather, look out!" and Wahre'dua leaped from the pot splashing the boiling water over the giants and scalding many.

Then he and his brother shot and clubbed the giants to death, killing so many that they were nearly wiped out, and have never again been so numerous as to threaten the safety of mankind. They scalped all their victims and made themselves robes from the scalps. Then they went home, crossing the Great Water by means of their bridge of swans. They brought with them their trophies for their father's joy, even if he should scold them.

The next day their father said to the twins, "There is a place over yonder in the hills where I don't want you to go and visit the people." As soon as he was out of sight, Wahre'dua said to Dore, "Our father wants us to go over and visit those people in the hills." "Oh no," answered Dore, "he told us not to go there." "Very well then, give me back my scalplock."

So Dore gave in to Wahre'dua, and the twin boys started out for the forbidden place. These people were called Hompathrotci, and were spirits with long flat head sharp at the top, who used to dwell in the great buttes along the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers.

These people were very fond of footracing and they at once challenged the twins to race. The twins staked their lives against the lives of two of the beings.

Dore told Wahre'dua that he would run first, so he raced the beings for ten miles and won, so that two of the beings were forfeit. Then Dore wagered these two and the lives of himself and his brother against four of them on another race, and won that. Then he bet the eight against eight more beings, and so on, doubling his bet each time until he had won the lives of all of them. Then the twins divided the captives into two companies and made them kill each other until all were wiped out, a few who were away hunting at the time being all that escaped, so that they were never again able seriously to molest mankind.

Then the twins took the scalps of the slain and went home, saying that their father would be pleased but he was very much frightened, for the beings were very powerful spirits who made people have fits.

The next day their father said to the twins, "You boys have done so much I think I'll tell you about the Sharp Elbows, they are the ones who killed your mother. See if you cannot kill them and be revenged."

These Sharp Elbows look like persons except that they had long sharp bones like awls or daggers projecting from their elbows and two faces, one in the front and one in the back of their heads. The sacred pipe of the Black Bear Gens has a stone bowl that is made in representation of one of these powerful spirits, probably because one of the ancestors of the gens had some supernatural experience with one of these spirits.

As soon as their father was gone, Wahre'dua said to Dore, "Well, we have killed all of the monsters except these, let us finish them too. Kill me again for a raccoon and make a singed coon dish for them. Put my head on top, and face me towards the rear of the wigwam. When you see me wink, jump to the door, throw back your blanket, and cry, 'Look out, Grandpa'."

Dore obeyed and killed and prepared his brother. Then he carried the dish to the chief of the Sharp Elbows saying: "Grandfather, I have brought you a dish of singed coon."

The chief caused Dore to bring the body of his brother into their lodge and place him in the kettle. All the monsters gathered round to watch it cook, and they grumbled because there was not enough and determined to kill and cook Dore as soon as he had finished stewing the coon for them.

When Dore, who was watching very closely, saw Wahre'dua wink, he threw back his robe, sprang to the door and cried, "I'm ready, grandpa!" Then Wahre'dua came to life, upset the bucket and spilled the boiling water all over the awl-elbow monsters who in their agony began fighting among themselves, stabbing each other to death, while the twins escaped and hid until the spirits had all killed each other.

Then they went back into the lodge and cut all the awls of bone from the elbows of their slain enemies. "Now our father will be glad for he can use these awls to patch up his clothes," they said.

This time their father was pleased that they had killed all these dangerous monsters. He knew that his sons could control the animals of earth and air. However, he thought that he had better flee because he feared that they would finally kill him also, so he sent them out to discover the four corners of the earth.

This is the second part of what I found to be a three-part legend of the adventures of the monster killers of the Otoe/Iowa people, Dore and Wahre'dua. I hope that you have enjoyed these stories. I will post the last part if you want to see it, OK? Thank you again for sharing your time with me

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿