The Wings of Love

Hi dear friends and followers, today I have a poem for you, titled;

The Wings of Love

"Alvers, so fair, so good and so radiant,

Where have you gone, O Queen of the misty lands?"

"You just vanished from your throne in middle of the night

Where art thou, our dearest, loving queen?,"

the forlorn prince asks as he rest in the grass,

his back to a log at the edge of the wagon trail

She sits on high, upon a mountain's summit;

surrounded by snow in a place only she can go.

And there on high is her frozen solace;

only here, with the sighing of the wind is peace.

She wonders now if she will miss the life 

she left behind in the valley below.

If life could be in the warmth of sunlight,

with singing birds and aromatic blooms,

as she walked on the sun-warmed sand of the beach, 

cooled by incoming breezes of the sea,

holding the hand of the one whom she loved - 

It is he that she shall miss to the end;

now lost, gone, never to return,

or so she had been told 

by all who searched for him.

If she, could not have him then no other would.

That, she had determined was their fate.

Now she wanders frigid landscapes where snowflakes swirl

and gather round as the lonely wind moans,

at times howling like a vengeful banshee,

pulling at the gown of the ghostly figure

sitting on a rock atop a mountain's crags.

As she mourns the loss of her beloved

her howls of sorrow mingle with those of the wind.

The path that leads back is covered 

and lost in the perpetually-falling snow.

Condemned she was, to sit in solitude,

blending in with her surroundings,

becoming crag and flake and ice.

Piles of snow, drifts higher and higher,

deeper, and deeper, and more frozen 

with each passing second of her tears.

Forever in this frozen land

she and her secrets will always keep.

She stirs and looks at the whiteness all 'round;

The bright and sparkling virginal snow.

Above is the weak yet golden sun,

making blue and purple shadows

lengthening in the fading afternoon light.

Its lines invade a perfect face 

and memories once again are astir

as she thinks of her lost beloved,

in the moors in the valley below.

It was then within her heart she felt

the need to go back to whence she came,

to see for herself her loved one's last stand.

She that the only answer to take

was the one she found with her own two eyes,

to see for herself if it was indeed true

that her lover had perished in the storm, 

a prisoner of the misty moors.

She stood up with resolve, and as she did,

A whirlwind arose with no cause apparent.

On a clear afternoon, in the day's fading light,

a blizzard blew in with snow all around!

And into her room the winds came with great force

and tossed her about like she was merely a child. 

When the gales left her keep and

the whirlwinds dissipated,

there stood a figure with her head bent down,

as though in prayer or meditation.

Alvers was shaken but collected her wits.

She raised her head toward the setting sun

revealing her finely sculpted face, 

with pale blue eyes and brows of white,

framed by pure white hair that upon her bosom fell.

It was then she noticed she had been given a gift;

A gift to help her in her quest for truth.

She had the confidence of one convinced of right,

and the daring of one still in their youth.

She felt her back and the great wings it bore

and assumed that she had the power to fly!

The air rushed past her face as she beat those wings

to be certain she was not dreaming the fool.

Then outside she went, into the snowy courtyard.

She spread out her great white wings and

In two of their beats she was in the air!

Down the mountain side she flew,

down to the valley below to search

the dreadful moors for her loved one lost.

She found him there, lying by the river,

more dead than alive, or so it would seem.

She came to him and held him and cradled his head;

A golden glow of light erupted around them,

the glow as warm as a summer day's sun.

Slowly he came to, and embraced her warmly.

And there they stayed, for a frozen moment,

each making sure that the other was real,

and checking to see in which world they were. 

But no matter the world, their hearts were full,

Lovers united by the sheer force of love - 

And a magnificent pair of fairy's wings.

Composed by Cindy©

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The Thunder-bird A Tillamook Legend

Hi dear friends and followers. Today we visit the Tillamook People

I had thought that Colorado or Missouri had the greatest number of pre-Columbian Native Peoples within its modern borders but Oregon has proven me wrong. I could not leave this state without sharing at least one more legend, this one being from the Tillamook People, their Legend of the Thunder Bird.

The Tillamook lived along the Pacific coast. Their major source of food was the plentiful run of salmon that took place from April through October as well as local berries, nuts, and roots. They were skillful basket weavers.

Today's legend is their encounter with the Thunder Bird. This creature is different from any other such being that we have met so far. It is the cause of the thunderstorms and so much more, as you will soon see.

The Thunder-bird A Tillamook Legend

From Franz Boas, 1898, Traditions of the Tillamook Indians, Journal of American Folklore, V. 11, pp. 23-38.

Once upon a time there was a man who lived at Slab Creek. One day he went up the creek to spear salmon. When he started out the sun was shining, but soon dark clouds came up and it began to thunder and to rain. Then it cleared up again, but soon a new shower came on and he was unable to secure a single fish. He became angry and said, "What is that great thing that always darkens the water and prevents me from seeing the fish?" He went on and came to a tall spruce tree in which a large hole had been burned by lightning. He looked into it and discovered a little boy. When he looked closer he saw the boy coming out. As soon as he had stepped out of the hole he began to grow, and soon reached a height taller than the spruce tree; his skin was covered with feathers. Then he said, "Now you see how tall I am. Don't look at me; I am the one whom you have scolded."

Then the speaker, who was no other than the Thunderer, took the man's salmon spear and blanket. He leaned the spear against the tree and hung the blanket on to it. He took the man under his armpits and flew with him towards the sky. When they reached a considerable height the man almost fell from under the Thunderer's armpits, and the latter descended again and allowed him to regain his strength. He thought: "Where shall I put him in order to prevent his falling down?" He said, "When we reach a great height, close your eyes, so that the strong wind which prevails up there will do you no harm." Then he flew up again and ascended in large circles. Each flapping of his wings was a peal of thunder, and when the noise ceased the man knew that they had arrived at the Thunderer's home and he opened his eyes. On the followingday the Thunderer told him to go and catch salmon. The man went to the beach but did not see any salmon, while many whales were swimming about. Then he went back to the house and said, "I do not see any salmon, but many whales are swimming about."

"Those are the fish I was speaking of," replied the Thunderer. "They are our food. Catch a few!" The man replied, "They are too large, and I cannot catch them."

They went out and the man saw that the people were catching whales in the same way as he was accustomed to catch salmon. The Thunderer told him to stand aside, as he himself was preparing to catch whales. He caught the largest one and carried it up to a large cave which was near by, and when he had deposited it there the whale flapped its tail and jumped about, violently shaking the mountain, so that it was impossible to stand upon it.

One day the man went up the river and saw many fish swimming it it. He thought, "I am tired of whale meat and wish I could have some fish." He went back to the house and spoke to the Thunderer, "Grandfather, I have found many fish, and I want to catch them." He made a fish spear, which he showed to the Thunderer. The latter looked at it, but found it so small that he was hardly able to feel it. It slipped under his fingernail and he was unable to find it again. The man said, "How large are your nails! They are just like the crack of a log," and the old grandfather laughed.

The man made a new spear and went fishing salmon. Before he went the old man said, "Don't catch more than you are able to eat. You may take four of five.""I cannot even eat one." Then the grandfather laughed and said, "If I should eat one hundred I should not have enough."

The man went out, caught one salmon, and brought it home. He was going to split it, but was unable to find knife small enough for cutting the fish.

Then the Thunderer split a rock, as he thought, into very small pieces, but the smallest of these was so large that the man was unable to lift it. Then the Thunderer broke it into still smaller pieces and said, "I fear I have spoiled it, for it has become dust so fine that I cannot take hold of it." The man went out, but even then the smallest piece was so large that he was unable to lift it. After the Thunderer had broken it again and the man had selected the smallest piece, he said, "It is still too large, but I think I must try to make use of it. Then the Thunderer told him how to cut the fish. He followed his commands and cut the fish, as the people of the Thunderer were accustomed to do.

He roasted it and ate it, but was unable to eat all. Then his grandfather laughed and said, "Put it aside and go to sleep. When you awake you will be able to eat more." When the man awoke and wanted to continue to eat the fish it was gone. It had returned to the river from which he had taken it. He took his spear and went down the river to catch another salmon. There he saw one half of a fish swimming about. It was the one he had been eating. He caught it, roasted it, and finished eating it. The next day he caught another fish, and when he had eaten half of it and went to sleep he tied the rest to a pole in order to prevent its returning to the river. But when he awoke he found it had returned to the river. He had burned one side of the head of this salmon, and the next day on going to the river he saw the same salmon swimming about. It had taken some grass into its mouth and covered one side of its face, as it was ashamed to show how badly it was burned. The Thunderer said, "Don't burn the salmon when you roast them, for they do not like it. They might take revenge upon you."

The next day the Thunderer again went whaling, and the man asked him to be allowed to accompany him, as he wished to witness the spectacle. The Thunderer granted his request, but when he came home in the evening he found that the man was badly hurt. He had been unable to stand on his feet when the whale was shaking the mountain, and was hurt by falling trees and stones. But on the following day he asked once more to be allowed to accompany the Thunderer. He tied himself to a tree, but when the Thunderer came back in the evening to fetch him he found him again badly hurt, as he had been knocked about by the swinging trees.

Meanwhile the relatives of the man had been searching for him for over a year. They had gone up Slab Creek, where they found his spear and blanket leaning against a large spruce tree. They did not know what had become of him. They believed him to be dead, and his wife mourned for him.

One day while he was staying with the Thunderer he thought of his wives and children and longed to return. He said to himself: "Oh, my children, as you still alive? There is no one to provide for you, and I am afraid you are

The following day he took him under his armpits and put him back at the foot of the spruce tree from where he had taken him, and then flew back home. The man believed that he had been away only four days, but it had been four years. He did not go to hishouse, but stayed in the woods nearby. There his son found him. He asked the boy, "Who are you? Is your father at home?" The boy replied, believing him to be a stranger, "No, I have no father; he was lost four years ago. For a long time they looked for him, and finally they found his clothes and his salmon spear." Then the man said, "I am your father. The Thunderer took me up to the sky, and I have returned." Then he inquired after his wives, and the boy replied, "Mother is well and all my brothers have grown up and are also well. Your other wife has married again, but Mother remained true to you." Then the man sent him to call his wife. The boy ran home and said, "Mother! Father is in the woods!" His mother did not believe him and whipped him for speaking about his father. Then the boy went out crying. He said to his father, "Mother did not believe me." The man gave him a piece of whale meat and said, "Take this to your mother; I brought it from where I have been." The boy obeyed, and took the whale meat to his mother, who said, "I will go with you, but if he is not your father, I shall beat you." She accompanied her son and found her husband. He returned with her into the house, and she invited the whole tribe. The man danced and became a great shaman. For ten days he danced, and the people feasted. Then he told them where he had been and what he had seen, and said that whenever they wanted to have a whale he would get one.

After some time the Thunderer came back and took him up once more and he stayed for 10 years with him. Then he came home and lived with his people.

One day he went elk-hunting, and came to a small lake, where he found a small canoe. When crossing the lake he heard a voice calling him from out of the water, and on looking down he saw a hole in the bottom, and a human being in it which called him. He jumped overboard, went to the bottom of the lake, and stayed with the supernatural being for 10 years. Then the latter sent him out in company of the beaver to gather some skunk-cabbage. They followed a trail and came to a parting of the roads. The man did not know where they were going. Then the beaver asked him, "Do you know where we are going? This trail is Nestuka River, which we are now descending." They followed the trail to its end, where they found a large cave, from which the man emerged to the open air, while the beaver returned to the lake. At the entrance of the cave the man flung down two skunk- cabbages which he had found, and ascended the mountain. Ever since that time two stems of skunk-cabbage have been growing at the entrance of the cave.

His two sons found him on the summit of the rock. They took him home and invited the whole tribe. He danced and became the greatest shaman among his people. When a person died he was able to bring back his soul and restore him to life."

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Hi dear friends and followers. Today we explore the legends of the Paiute People.

So now we are on the west coast of the United States and so far we have looked at legends from the Okonagan and the Yakama, the first people of Washington State. Today we move due south to the state of Oregon.

Many Native peoples called Oregon their home. The map that accompanys today's selection shows more than ten separate and distinct tribes. The legend below is from the Paiute People.

Why the North Star Stands Still

Long, long ago, when the world was young, the People of the Sky were so restless and travelled so much that they made trails in the heavens. Now, if we watch the sky all through the night, we can see which way they go.

But one star does not travel. That is the North Star. He cannot travel. He cannot move. When he was on the earth long, long ago, he was known as Na-gah, the mountain sheep, the son of Shinoh. He was brave, daring, sure-footed, and courageous. His father was so proud of him and loved him so much that he put large earrings on the sides of his head and made him look dignified, important, and commanding.

Every day, Na-gah was climbing, climbing, climbing. He hunted for the roughest and the highest mountains, climbed them, lived among them, and was happy. Once in the very long ago, he found a very high peak. Its sides were steep and smooth, and its sharp peak reached up into the clouds. Na-gah looked up and said, "I wonder what is up there. I will climb to the very highest point."

Around and around the mountain he travelled, looking for a trail. But he could find no trail. There was nothing but sheer cliffs all the way around. This was the first mountain Na-gah had ever seen that he could not climb.

He wondered and wondered what he should do. He felt sure that his father would feel ashamed of him if he knew that there was a mountain that his son could not climb. Na-gah determined that he would find a way up to its top. His father would be proud to see him standing on the top of such a peak.

Again and again he walked around the mountain, stopping now and then to peer up the steep cliff, hoping to see a crevice on which he could find footing. Again and again, he went up as far as he could, but always had to turn around and come down. At last he found a big crack in a rock that went down, not up. Down he went into it and soon found a hole that turned upward. His heart was made glad. Up and up he climbed.

Soon it became so dark that he could not see, and the cave was full of loose rocks that slipped under his feet and rolled down. Soon he heard a big, fearsome noise coming up through the shaft at the same time the rolling rocks were dashed to pieces at the bottom. In thedarkness he slipped often and skinned his knees. His courage and determination began to fail. He had never before seen a place so dark and dangerous. He was afraid, and he was also very tired.

"I will go back and look again for a better place to climb," he said to himself. "I am not afraid out on the open cliffs, but this dark hole fills me with fear. I'm scared! I want to get out of here!"

But when Na-gah turned to go down, he found that the rolling rocks had closed the cave below him. He could not get down. He saw only one thing now that he could do: He must go on climbing until he came out somewhere.

After a long climb, he saw a little light, and he knew that he was coming out of the hole. "Now I am happy," he said aloud. "I am glad that I really came up through that dark hole."

Looking around him, he became almost breathless, for he found that he was on the top of a very high peak! There was scarcely room for him to turn around, and looking down from this height made him dizzy. He saw great cliffs below him, in every direction, and saw only a small place in which he could move. Nowhere on the outside could he get down, and the cave was closed on the inside..,

"Here I must stay until I die," he said. "But I have climbed my mountain! I have climbed my mountain atlast!

He ate a little grass and drank a little water that he found in the holes in the rocks. Then he felt better. He was higher than any mountain he could see and he could look down on the earth, far below him.

About this time, his father was out walking over the sky. He looked everywhere for his son, but could not find him. He called loudly, "Na-gah! Na-gah!" And his son answered him from the top of the highest cliffs. When Shinoh saw him there, he felt sorrowful, to himself, "My brave son can never come down. Always he must stay on the top of the highest mountain. He can travel and climb no more.

"I will not let my brave son die. I will turn him into a star, and he can stand there and shine where everyone can see him. He shall be a guide mark for all the living things on the earth or in the sky."

And so Na-gah became a star that every living thing can see. It is the only star that will always be found at the same place. Always he stands still. Directions are set by him. Travellers, looking up at him, can always find their way. He does not move around as the other stars do, and so he is called "the Fixed Star." And because he is in the true north all the time, our people call him Qui-am-i Wintook Poot-see. These words mean "the North Star."

Besides Na-gah, other mountain sheep are in the sky. They are called "Big Dipper" and "Little Dipper." They too have found the great mountain and have been challenged by it. They have seen Na- gah standing on its top, and they want to go on up to him.

Shinoh, the father of North Star, turned them into stars, and you may see them in the sky at the foot of the big mountain. Always they are travelling. They go around and around the mountain, seeking the trail that leads upward to Na-gah, who stands on the top. He is still the North Star.

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Keeping It Real by Frizzy Lizzy

Hi dear friends and followers, it is time for Frizzy Lizzy, take five and read

Keeping It Real by Frizzy Lizzy

Hi, Barb! Sure, I have a few minutes! I just finished paying my bills online and supper is in the crockpot. Pour a coffee and have a seat.

How are things working out for you and your dog? Really? Oh, that's great! I'm so happy for you.

Why don't I get a dog? Sure, it's quiet around here, Barb, and there are times when I think that I could use some company when Charley's not around, but I believe I'll pass on getting another dog.

No, it's not that I don't like animals. I once had a very fine calico cat, the best cat ever to catch mice, in my opinion. I also had a Dachshund and he was a little heartbreaker. After he died I just never felt like getting another pet other than Charley. Sure, I can talk about him.

When I first met Frank and we started going to the campground it was a different experience for me. I expected the campground to be a mess of mud and trailers and it turned out to be well-manicured campsites with well-maintained trailers on them.

I had no idea of how people got on with one another, you know, how to socialize, so I kept my mind open to meeting new friends. I smiled at everyone and spoke to whoever came close enough to hear me say hello.

Anyway, it was Mother's Day and we had Frank's mom with us that weekend. She was a gem in every sense of the word. I still love and miss that woman. It was a warm, beautiful Sunday afternoon in May, warmer than usual.

So we were sitting outside when a group of about six Dachshund puppies wanders into the yard. Now all of them were black with brown markings and they rather much looked alike to the casual observer.

One of the puppies comes up to me and I begin to pet him and immediately he takes a liking to me. I didn't think much of it at the time, really. As I sit there petting him, a woman comes over and apologizes because they are her puppies and they got out of their pen. She takes them in-tow, including the one that came to me, and heads back toward her campsite. I thought no more of it. But Frank had a different idea.

Frank decided that I could use a puppy in my life and he took it upon himself to go and find those Dachshunds and get one for me, and he did just that. He was gone for about a half-hour and he returned with a black Dachshund puppy in his arms.

He gave it to me and told me that it was mine because it came to me and he thought that the dog and I should be together. I thought that he was as nutty as squirrel shit but since it was a nice gesture on his part, I didn't refuse. But I did tell him that the pup that he brought me was not the one that came to me. He asked me how I knew and I told him that I just knew and that was good enough for me.

So back he went to where he found them and came back with another dog. He got it right on the second try.

Now I had never cared for a dog in my life so everything was new to me. I knew that they had to eat, drink, become house trained, go for a walk, and crap before they come in from their walk. Beyond that I knew nothing of how to care for a little black weiner dog. But it was a gift so I was going to give it my best effort.

As the evening drew near we packed our things from the weekend and his mom drove home in her own car, but not until she had given him a piece of her mind about getting me a dog. She was not liking the idea one bit.

As we drove home, we tried to come up with a name for this pup that was all over the car like the wind. He was in the front seat, in the back, on the floor, next to the brake pedal, everywhere but where we hoped he would be - on the towels we placed over the back seat for him.

I chose the name "Sarge" for him because I knew a man called Sarge and both he and the dog had short legs. And we called the dog Sarge.

When we got home I carried Sarge into the house and went to help Frank to unload the car. We got everything from the car and while we were putting things away I poured a drink for Frank and I and made us a bite to eat, all the while never taking notice of Sarge.

We have a drink and our little supper and now it comes time to make a bed for the dog to sleep in. Frank gets a box and an old blanket and puts together what should pass as a dog bed. I get two bowls, one for water and one for the puppy chow that we bought on the way home, and I put them on a tray by the fridge. We are doing all of this for the dog but it never occurs to us that the dog is noplace to be seen.

Finally I ask Frank where the dog is. He says that it's in the house. I ask where. We both look at one another and decide that it's time to find Sarge. We went separate ways and looked in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and all of the closets, but no Sarge. So we decide to work together and we go into each room like two nuts, calling for a dog that has yet to learn its name!

We looked under beds, under tables, under chairs, in cupboards, we looked everywhere except up on the roof, and we couldn't find that dog. Two hours we looked and no dog! Frank was getting worried about the possibility that it got out of the house as we were bringing things in from the car. We were really upset because he had paid $150 for a Dachshund puppy that was nowhere to be seen. Every light in the house was on and the neighbors possibly thought that we were going crazy with all of the noise we were making, but no dog was found.

I was about ready to get a chair and sit outside of the front door and wait, just in case Sarge did get out and found his way back home when I turned and went into the living room. Something odd caught my eye, just the tiniest gleam of light. It was on the black lounge chair, like a tiny pinpoint in the deepest recesses of outer space.

I walked slowly to the black lounge chair and learned that the little glint of light was coming from the white of the eyeball of a little black dog. Apparently Sarge had found his way on top of the lounge chair and had taken a nap. A black dog on a black chair in the dark corner of the room became a masterful act of camouflage. Naturally he was in the last place I looked.

Of course I was happy to find him and to pet him and lavish affection on him. What else was I to do to make him feel that he was a part of the family? But I am willing to bet that if that dog could have laughed, he would have had a good guffaw on the two of us that night!

What's that? How long did I have him? Well, Frank and I married and we had that dog for 7 years.

He was a good dog, did everything that a Dachshund should do. They are not a very protective dog. How do I know? He used to go out when the UPS driver came to the house and we would always find him in the truck, ready to go for a ride. They are not very territorial. He did not care wno came to the house or why. If he decided to chase something and get gone, that was it, he flew after it and would stay away for hours at a time.

And he was never fully house-broken. Now that was a standing joke. I would take him out for a walk before I left for work and he selfom took a shit for himself. I would bring him back in and turn on the radio to give him some feeling of company. More often than not, I would find a wad of shit in front of the radio when I got home. If he didn't like the music I wish that he would have told me!

I miss the little bugger.

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The Bear Woman

Hi dear friends and followers. Today we visit the Okonagan

people.

In the northeast corner of Washington State there is a place that was largely settled by the Okonagan People. Okonagan County and the Okonagan Valley of British Columbia are named for them. The following is a legend from the Okonagan about a woman who married a bear. This was possible because we are looking at a tall tale in which everything the storyteller desires is indeed possible.

The Bear Woman

It was late fall, and people were in the mountains hunting. Six people were living together: a man and his wife, his parents, and his two sisters.

One day when out hunting, the man came on a patch of lily roots. On his return home he said to his wife, "I saw a fine patch of large lilies. Tomorrow morning we shall move there and stay for a few days, so that you can dig them."

They set up a lodge near the place. And on the following morning early, on his way to hunt, he showed his wife the place and left her there to dig.

In the afternoon a large grizzly bear appeared at the place. The woman was intent on her work and did not notice the bear until he was close to her. He said to her, "I want you to be my wife."

She agreed, for she knew he would kill her if she refused. He took her on his back and carried her to his house.

Towards evening the hunter returned carrying a load of deer meat. His wife was not there. He thought, "She is late and will come soon."

He roasted meat for both of them. He ate, and then took his bow and arrows and went in search of his wife. He saw where she had been digging roots. He called, but received no answer. It grew dark, and he returned to his camp. He could not sleep. At daybreak he went out again. He saw the tracks of the grizzly bear going away, but no tracks of his wife leaving the spot. He thought she might have gone to his parents' camp, or the bear might have killed her, but he saw neither her tracks nor signs of a struggle with the bear.

The man could neither sleep nor eat. At last the fourth night he slept, for he was very tired.

His wife appeared to him in a dream and said, "The grizzly has taken me." She told him where the bear's house was. She said, "Every morning at daybreak he takes me to dig roots at a certain place. If you are strong, you can kill him; but he is very fierce and endowed with magic power. You must fix your arrows as I direct you, and sit where I tell you. I have prepared a hiding place for you, where you may sit on a boulder. Prepare medicine to wash me with, for otherwise, when the bear dies, I shall die too through his power. If he kills you, I shall kill myself. Get young fir-tops and konêlps [veratrum californicum, durand], and soak them in water. With these you must rub me. Prepare one arrow by rubbing it with fat of snakes, and the other arrow anoint with rattlesnake poison. Sit down on the rock in the place that I have prepared; and on the fourth morning, when I bring the bear past close to the rock, shoot him in the throat."

The hunter prepared everything as directed. He made two new arrows with detachable foreshafts. He made them very carefully, and put good stone heads on them. He searched for snakes, and anointed the foreshafts of his arrows and the points. Early in the morning he was at the place indicated.

The grizzly bear's house was a cave in a cliff, and at daybreak the man saw the smoke from his fire coming out through a hole in the top of the cliff. Soon he saw his wife and the bear emerge from the entrance. Her face was painted, and she carried her root digger. She dug roots, and the bear gathered them.

The man returned home and told what he had seen to his father, who said, "I have a strong guardian spirit, and I shall protect you. Do not be afraid. Act according the directions your wife has given to you in your dream, and kill the bear."

On the fourth morning at daybreak he was sitting on the rock. His wife and the bear drew near. She was digging in circles, and the grizzly bear followed her. When she made the fourth circle, she passed quite close to the rock.

He aimed an arrow at his wife, and she cried, "Husbands never kill their wives!" He lowered his bow and laughed.

The bear stood up and was angry. He abused the woman, calling her bad names. Just then he was close to the rock. The hunter spoke to him, and the bear turned to look at the hunter, who shot him right in the throat. The grizzly bear tried to pull out the arrow, but could remove only the shaft. He rushed at the hunter, but could not reach him. The hunter shot his second arrow with such great force that the shaft fell off. The bear fell over and died.

Then his wife swooned, and would have died through the bear's power, had not her husband rubbed her with fir-tops and veratrum.

She revived and stood up. She said, "I warn you not to have connection with me. The influence of the bear is still over me. Build a lodge of fir brush for me some distance away from the people. Let your sisters feed me, and wash me with fir and veratrum leaves. You may speak to me from a distance. Next spring, when the snow is almost gone, I shall be your wife again."

In the spring she washed at a stream, using hot water, and her sisters-in-law rubbed her with fir boughs. The hunter also washed. Then she went into his lodge, and lived with him as before.

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