The Soul of the Indian
Eastman, Charles Alexander (1911)
V. THE
UNWRITTEN SCRIPTURES
A Living Book. The Sioux Story of Creation. The First
Battle. Another Version of the Flood. Our Animal Ancestry.
A MISSIONARY once undertook to instruct a group of Indians
in the truths of his holy religion. He told them of the creation of the
earth in six days, and of the fall of our first parents by eating an apple.
The courteous savages listened attentively, and after
thanking him, one related in his turn a very ancient tradition concerning
the origin of the maize. But the missionary plainly showed his disgust and
disbelief, indignantly saying: -- "What I delivered to you were sacred
truths, but this that you tell me is mere fable and falsehood!"
"My brother," gravely replied the offended Indian, "it
seems that you have not been well grounded in the rules of civility. You saw
that we, who practice these rules, believed your stories; why, then, do you
refuse to credit ours?"
Every religion has its Holy Book, and ours was a mingling
of history, poetry, and prophecy, of precept and folk-lore, even such as the
modern reader finds within the covers of his Bible. This Bible of ours was
our whole literature, a living Book, sowed as precious seed by our wisest
sages, and springing anew in the wondering eyes and upon the innocent lips
of little children. Upon its hoary wisdom of proverb and fable, its mystic
and legendary lore thus sacredly preserved and transmitted from father to
son, was based in large part our customs and philosophy.
Naturally magnanimous and open-minded, the red man prefers
to believe that the Spirit of God is not breathed into man alone, but that
the whole created universe is a sharer in the immortal perfection of its
Maker. His imaginative and poetic mind, like that of the Greek, assigns to
every mountain, tree, and spring its spirit, nymph, or divinity either
beneficent or mischievous. The heroes and demigods of Indian tradition
reflect the characteristic trend of his thought, and his attribution of
personality and will to the elements, the sun and stars, and all animate or
inanimate nature.
In the Sioux story of creation, the great Mysterious One
is not brought directly upon the scene or conceived in anthropomorphic
fashion, but remains sublimely in the background. The Sun and the Earth,
representing the male and female principles, are the main elements in his
creation, the other planets being subsidiary.
The enkindling warmth of the Sun entered into the bosom of
our mother, the Earth, and forthwith she conceived and brought forth life,
both vegetable and animal.
Finally there appeared mysteriously Ish-na-e-cha-ge, the
"First-Born," a being in the likeness of man, yet more than man, who roamed
solitary among the animal people and understood their ways and their
language. They beheld him with wonder and awe, for they could do nothing
without his knowledge. He had pitched his tent in the centre of the land,
and there was no spot impossible for him to penetrate.
At last, like Adam, the "First-Born" of the Sioux became
weary of living alone, and formed for himself a companion -- not a mate, but
a brother -- not out of a rib from his side, but from a splinter which he
drew from his great toe! This was the Little Boy Man, who was not created
full-grown, but as an innocent child, trusting and helpless. His Elder
Brother was his teacher throughout every stage of human progress from
infancy to manhood, and it is to the rules which he laid down, and his
counsels to the Little Boy Man, that we trace many of our most deep-rooted
beliefs and most sacred customs.
Foremost among the animal people was Unk-to-mee, the
Spider, the original trouble-maker, who noted keenly the growth of the boy
in wit and ingenuity, and presently advised the animals to make an end of
him; "for," said he, "if you do not, some day he will be the master of us
all!" But they all loved the Little Boy Man because he was so friendly and
so playful. Only the monsters of the deep sea listened, and presently took
his life, hiding his body in the bottom of the sea. Nevertheless, by the
magic power of the First-Born, the body was recovered and was given life
again in the sacred vapor-bath, as described in a former chapter.
Once more our first ancestor roamed happily among the
animal people, who were in those days a powerful nation. He learned their
ways and their language -- for they had a common tongue in those days;
learned to sing like the birds, to swim like the fishes, and to climb
sure-footed over rocks like the mountain sheep. Notwithstanding that he was
their good comrade and did them no harm, Unk-to-mee once more sowed
dissension among the animals, and messages were sent into all quarters of
the earth, sea, and air, that all the tribes might unite to declare war upon
the solitary man who was destined to become their master.
After a time the young man discovered the plot, and came
home very sorrowful. He loved his animal friends, and was grieved that they
should combine against him. Besides, he was naked and unarmed. But his Elder
Brother armed him with a bow and flint-headed arrows, a stone war-club and a
spear. He likewise tossed a pebble four times into the air, and each time it
became a cliff or wall of rock about the teepee.
"Now," said he, "it is time to fight and to assert your
supremacy, for it is they who have brought the trouble upon you, and not you
upon them!"
Night and day the Little Boy Man remained upon the watch
for his enemies from the top of the wall, and at last he beheld the prairies
black with buffalo herds, and the elk gathering upon the edges of the
forest. Bears and wolves were closing in from all directions, and now from
the sky the Thunder gave his fearful war-whoop, answered by the wolf's long
howl.
The badgers and other burrowers began at once to undermine
his rocky fortress, while the climbers undertook to scale its perpendicular
walls.
Then for the first time on earth the bow was strung, and
hundreds of flint-headed arrows found their mark in the bodies of the
animals, while each time that the Boy Man swung his stone war-club, his
enemies fell in countless numbers.
Finally the insects, the little people of the air,
attacked him in a body, filling his eyes and ears, and tormenting him with
their poisoned spears, so that he was in despair. He called for help upon
his Elder Brother, who ordered him to strike the rocks with his stone
war-club. As soon as he had done so, sparks of fire flew upon the dry grass
of the prairie and it burst into flame. A mighty smoke ascended, which drove
away the teasing swarms of the insect people, while the flames terrified and
scattered the others.
White Eagle Soaring: Dream Dancer of the 7th Fire