MYTHS RECORDED IN ENGLISH AT WRANGELL (continued 3)

Then the village people said to one another, “Did you see the dances?” “Yes,” they answered. They knew something had happened and did not want to admit having missed it. “Did you see this Tūtsǃīdîgūˊʟ?” “Yes.” “How was he dressed?” “He had two heads and wore a dancing apron. He carried two large round rattles. As soon as he moved around sideways we all went to sleep.”

Now all the people were very happy because the salmon were running, but before they had left the town Raven came to them and said, “Don’t leave the town. Stay right here. Don’t go to any of the salmon creeks.” They were very hungry for salmon, however, and said to four boys, “Go to the salmon creek close by and get some salmon for the village.” So they went there and filled their canoe.

This salmon stream runs down into a sort of lake, and, while they were upon this paddling homeward, they heard some one calling to them. Presently a man came down through the woods and shouted, “Stay where you are, and I will tell you something.” Looking at this man, they saw that he was naked and painted red all over. He said, “When you have gone a short distance, the fellow sitting in the bow will fall over. When you have gone a little farther, the next will do the same. A little farther still the next one will fall over. You fellow in the stern will reach home and tell the news. It is through the shaman’s own spirits that he is killed.”

They could not understand this last saying for the shaman had been alive when they left, but all things happened just as the man had predicted. After they had gone a short distance the man in the bow fell over with blood pouring out of his mouth. The same thing happened to the next two. When the steersman reached town with the three bodies they asked him what was the matter, but he said, “Do not ask me any questions. Give me something to eat quickly.” So they gave him some food, and, after he had finished eating, he said, “As we were paddling along from the creek with our salmon, a man came out of the woods saying, ‘Stay where you are and I will tell you something.’ So we stopped, and he went on, ‘When you get a short distance from here, the man in the bow will drop over, a little farther the next one and a little farther the next one. There will be three. It is what the shaman sees that kills him.’ It has happened just as he said. And he said to me, ‘The fellow in the stern will get home and have something to eat. Just as soon as he has eaten he will drop over.’” And so it happened. Just as soon as he had told the story he dropped over dead. Then the shaman asked for his apron, hat, and necklace as if he were going to doctor some one. As soon as he had dressed, he turned himself around three or four times, as the shamans used to do when they were dying. Afterward blood began to flow from his mouth, and he died.

Now the people of that town were very much frightened, and none of them went away. They had heard before that the land otters have death and all kinds of sickness for their bows and arrows, but until then they had not believed it. Afterward the people began to starve, and the children especially suffered very much. One child, who must have been very poor, would cry at night with hunger. After he had been crying for several nights in this manner the people saw a torch coming toward the house and heard the bearer of it say, “Come here, grandchild, and I will feed you on qǃołkᴀdᴀkêˊx̣.” The child did so. This man was named Man-with-a-burning-hand (Djînakax̣ᴀˊdza), because his hand was always on fire and what he called qǃołkᴀdᴀkêˊx̣ were ants (wᴀnᴀtuˊx). This happened at Tᴀˊqdjîk-ān, the old town of the Klawak people.

Now the father and mother of this child looked about for it, weeping continually. As they were passing a certain cliff, they heard a child crying there, and, raising a flat rock which appeared to cover an opening, they saw it lying inside. Then they saw that ants were crawling out of its nose, eyes, and ears. After that many other children were brought thither, and their parents said to them, “Look at this. Man-with-a-burning-hand did this because the child cried so much. You are always crying too. This will happen to you some day if you do not stop.” Back of the site of Tᴀˊqdjîk-ān there is a cliff still called Man-with-a-burning-hand. This story was mostly for children, and, when a child cried too much, they would say, “Do not cry so much or Man-with-a-burning-hand will get you.” The story was known all over Alaska, and the children were very much afraid of Man-with-a-burning-hand.⁠[97]

In the same town, Tᴀˊqdjîk-ān, lived a chief named G̣ᴀłwēˊtǃ belonging to the Takᵘaneˊdî family. He was bathing in the sea for strength every day, and the people of his village bathed with him. In the cold mornings he would rise, run down to the sea, and rush in. Then he would run up to a good-sized tree and try to pull a limb out of it. He would afterward go to another and try to twist it from top to bottom. He wanted to do these things because he was trying to become a killer of sea lions.

The same chief had a nephew who was thought to be very weak and a great coward. He would not go into the water, and the people teased him by pushing him over, when he would not do a thing in return. He was very slow. The man’s real name was Duktǃūˊʟǃ (Black-skin), but they nicknamed him ᴀtqahāˊsǃî. His real name may also have been a nickname originally, applied to him because he was ugly.

At the same time Black-skin was merely feigning weakness, and, though he continued to lie in bed when the others bathed, at night after all were asleep, he would steal off and do the same thing himself for hours and hours. He remained in so long that he had to float to rest his feet. On coming out he would throw water on the ashes of the fire so as to make it steam and lay his mat on top. That was the only bed he had. The people thought that he was a low, dirty fellow, but in reality he kept himself very pure and would not lie or steal. He did not say a word when they made fun of him, though he was strong enough to have done almost anything to them if he had so desired. When they sent him after big pieces of firewood he acted as if they were very hard to lift, and they thought he was so lazy that they gave him very little to eat.

The people went on in this way, bathing every day with their chief, while Black-skin bathed at night. After they were through, the village people would make a big fire, take breakfast and then go after wood. As soon as the people came up, Black-skin moved into a corner and slept there. One night, while Black-skin was bathing, he heard a whistle that sounded to him like that of a loon. He thought, “Now that I am seen I better let myself go.” So he went toward the place where he had heard it and saw a short, thick-set man standing on the beach clothed in a bear skin. This man ran down toward him, picked him up, and threw him down upon the beach. Then he said, “You can’t do it yet. Don’t tell anyone about me. I am Strength (Łatsīˊn). I have come to help you.”

Toward morning Black-skin came in feeling very happy, for he thought that he had seen something great. He kept thinking of Strength all the time. He could not forget him, but he was quieter than ever in his demeanor. When they were playing in the house he would never pay any attention, and, if they said mean things to him, he let them go on unnoticed, although he belonged to the family of the chief. Anything they wanted they asked him to get, and he got it. In olden times the boys used to wrestle in the chief’s house while their elders looked on, and they would try to get him to wrestle also. Sometimes the little boys would wrestle with him, and he pretended that they pushed him down. Then they would make fun of him saying, “The idea of a great man like you being thrown by a child.”

When he went in bathing again, this man felt very happy for he knew that he had strength. Anything hard to do, when he looked at it, appeared easy to him. That night he heard the whistle once more. He looked round and saw the same man, and the man said, “Come over this way. Come over to me.” Then they seized one another, and as soon as the short man felt his grip, he said, “Don’t throw me down. Now you have strength. You are not to go into the water again. Go from here right to that tree and try to pull the limb out.” So he went to the tree and pulled it right out. Then he put it back again. After he had done so, the man told him to go to the other tree. “Twist it right down to the roots,” he said. So he did. Afterward he untwisted it and made it look as before.

Just after he got to bed the people started in bathing. As they passed him the boys would pull his hair saying, “Come on and go in bathing, too;” but he paid no attention. After they had bathed they went up to this limb as usual, and G̣ᴀłwēˊtǃ pulled it out with ease. Black-skin lay in bed, listening to the shouting they made. Then G̣ᴀłwēˊtǃ ran to the other tree and twisted it to the very root. When they came home, they told the story to one another, saying, “G̣ᴀłwēˊtǃ pulled out that limb.” The chief himself felt very proud, and the people of the village were very happy that he had done so, especially his two wives. Then they tried to get Black-skin out of bed. They laughed at him, saying, “Your chief has pulled out the limb. Why couldn’t you? He has also twisted that tree. You sleep like a chief and let your chief go bathing in the morning.” They laughed at him, saying, “He is sleeping in the morning because he has pulled out that limb and twisted that tree.”

They had been bathing in order to hunt sea lions, so the young men said, “To-morrow we are going after sea lions. I wonder which part of the canoe Black-skin will sleep in. He is such a powerful fellow.” And one boy said, “Why this Black-skin will sit in the bow of the canoe so that he can land first. He will tear the sea lions in two.” Black-skin listened to all this, but he paid no attention to them. The whole town was going all day long to see the place where the limb had been pulled off and the tree twisted down to the root. Those people almost lived on this sea-lion meat, but it was very scarce and only powerful people could get it. For this reason they picked out only the strongest fellows from among those who had been bathing with the chief, to go after them to the sea-lion island. This island was very slippery because the sea lions stayed there all of the time and very few could get up to the place where they were. That is why they went through such hardships to get at them.

The elder of the chief’s two wives had had pity on Black-skin, and would do little favors for him on the sly. So Black-skin, after he had bathed secretly, came to his uncle’s wife and said, “Will you give me a clean shirt; it doesn’t matter much what it is so long as it is clean, and something for my hair?” “Are you asked to go?” she said. He replied, “I am not asked, but I am going.” So she prepared food for him and put it in as small a package as she could. All prepared and got into the canoe. Last of all came down Black-skin, and, when they saw him, they said, “Don’t let him come. Don’t let him come.” Seeing that he was determined to get in they began pushing the canoe out as fast as they could. Black-skin then seized the canoe, and they struck his fingers to make him let go. It sounded like beating upon a board. And, although all of them were shoving it out, he exerted a very little of his strength, pulled the canoe back, and jumped in. Then the people talked very meanly to him, but the chief said, “Oh! let him be. He will bail out the canoe for us on the way over.” So he sat in the place where one bails. The uncle might have suspected something after his nephew had pulled back the canoe, but he did not appear to. As they went rapidly out they said, “Black-skin came along to tear the sea lions in two.” They asked him, “How many sea lions shall I skin for you?” But Black-skin said nothing.

The sea-lion island had very precipitous sides against which great waves came, so G̣ᴀłwēˊtǃ waited until the canoe was lifted upon the crest of a wave and then jumped ashore. He was a powerful fellow, and seizing a small sea lion by the tail smashed its head to pieces on the rocks. Then he thought he would do the same thing to a large one. These large sea lions are called qǃᴀtǃ-cu-qāˊwu (men-of-the-islands). He went to the very largest of these and sat astride of its tail, intending to tear it in two, but the sea lion threw him up into the air, and, when he came down, he was smashed to pieces on the rocks.

Now, when Black-skin saw what had happened to his uncle, he felt badly. Then he put his hand into his bundle of clothes, took out and put on his hair ornament and his shirt, while all watched him, and said, “I am the man that pulled out that limb, and I am the man that twisted that tree.” He spoke as high-caste Indians did in those days, and all listened to him. He said to them, “Take the canoe closer to shore.” Then he walked forward in the canoe, stepping on the seats which broke under his weight, precipitating their occupants to the bottom of the canoe. The young men that were sitting in his way he threw back as if they had been small birds. Then the people were all frightened, thinking that he would revenge himself on them for their meanness, but he jumped ashore where his uncle had gone and walked straight up the cliff. The small sea lions in his way he killed simply by hitting them on the head and by stepping on them. He looked only at the big one that had killed his uncle, for he did not want it to get away. When he came to it, he seized it and tore it in two. A few of the sea lions escaped, but he killed most of them and loaded the canoe down. While he was doing this, however, his companions, who were very much ashamed of themselves and very much frightened, paddled away and left him. They said to the people in the town, “It was Black-skin who pulled out the limb and twisted the tree.” Then the town people were troubled and said, “Why did you leave him out there? Why didn’t you bring him in?”

Meanwhile Black-skin took out the sea-lion intestines and dried them. He had nothing to make a fire with and did not know what he should do. So he lay down and went to sleep, his head covered with his blanket. Then he heard something that sounded like the beating of sticks. Suddenly he was awakened by hearing someone say, “I have come after you.” He looked around, but could not see anything except a black duck which was swimming about in front of him. Then he saw the black duck coming toward him and said to it, “I have seen you already.” It answered, “I am sent after you. Get on my back but keep your eyes closed tight.” So he did. Then the duck said again, “Now open your eyes.” He opened them and saw that he was in a fine house. It was the house of the sea lions. It is through this story that the natives to the present day say that everything is like a human being. Each has its “way of living.” Why do fish die on coming out of the water? It is because they have a “way of living” of their own down there.

Meanwhile the elder wife of the chief, who had helped Black-skin, was mourning for her husband and nephew. Her husband’s body was still on that island. The older people were also saying to the people who had left him, “Why did you do it? A powerful fellow like that is scarce. We want such a fellow among us.” Then the widow begged the young men to go back to the island and bring home her nephew and her husband’s body but the younger wife did not care. Finally some other people did go out. They saw the body there, but Black-skin was gone. Then they took aboard the body, loaded the canoe with the bodies of sea lions, and went home. When they heard of it the wise people all said that something was wrong. The shamans said that he was not dead and that they would see him again. They said that he was off with some wild animal. This troubled the village people a great deal. They felt very badly to think that he had kept himself so very lowly before the low-caste people, and they feared that he was suffering somewhere again when he might just as well have occupied his uncle’s place.

Black-skin, however, continued to stay among the sea lions. They looked to him like human beings, but he knew who they really were. In the same house there was a boy crying all the time with pain. The sea-lion people could not see what ailed him. Black-skin, however, could see that he had a barbed spear point in his side. Then one of the sea lions spoke up saying, “That shaman there knows what is the matter. He is saying, ‘How is it that they can not see the bone in the side of that child?’” Then Black-skin said, “I am not a shaman, but I can take it out.” So he cut it out and blood and matter came out with it. Then they gave him warm water to wash the wound, and, since the young sea lion belonged to high-caste people, they said to him, “Anything that you want among us you can have.” So he asked for a box that always hung overhead. This box was a kind of medicine to bring any kind of wind wanted. The sea lions would push the box up and down on the water, calling the wind to it like a dog, whistling and saying, “Come to this box. Come to this box.” So the natives now whistle for the winds and call them. Then the sea-lion people told Black-skin to get into it, and, as soon as he did so, he saw that he was very far out at sea. He began to call for the wind that blows shoreward, and it carried him ashore. Then he got out of the box and hung it out on the limb of a tree in a sheltered place. He did this because the sea-lion people had told him to take very good care of that box and not go near anything unclean with it.

Black-skin had now landed only a short distance from his own town, so he walked home, and his uncle’s wife was very glad to see him, feeling as if his uncle had come back. The dried sea-lion entrails he wore around his head. Then he asked all of the town people to come together, and the people who had been cruel to him were very much ashamed, for they thought that he had gone for good. He, however, looked very fine. He eyed his enemies angrily but thought thus, “If I had not made myself so humble, they might not have treated me that way.” So he overlooked it. Some of the people that had left him on the sea-lion island were so frightened that they ran away into the woods. Some of the old people and the good-hearted people were very glad that he was back, but he could see that others hung their heads as if they were ashamed. Then he said, “Some of you know how cruel you were to me. You know well that you are ashamed of yourselves. But I can see that some of you feel good because you know that you felt kindly toward me. It will always be the case that people who are cruel to poor people will be ashamed of it afterward.” They had thought that he would avenge himself on them, but he talked to them in a very kindly manner saying, “Do not make fun of poor people as you did when my uncle was alive.”⁠[98]

After this the people went out hunting and encamped in a place called Tayuˊkǃnᴀxe. A man went out from here with his brother and little son one day, and, when they returned, saw that every one had disappeared. They felt very badly and said, “What is wrong with our village?” Then they saw that the whole town was covered with devilfish slime and said, “It is that monster devilfish that has done all this.” People say that he had seen the red glow of the salmon on the drying frames outside. Then the two men said to the boy with them, “You must stay here. We are going off.” So they made a mat house over him and let him have their blankets. They were wild at the thought of having lost all their friends. Then they killed a number of porpoises and seals, went to the devilfish’s place and threw them into the water above him. After a while they saw that the water was getting frothy around them with ascending bubbles and presently saw the devilfish coming up. It looked very white. One of these men was making a noise like the raven; the other was acting like a dog salmon. All that went on was observed by the little boy. As soon as the devilfish reached the surface they jumped upon it with their knives and began slashing it. They cut its ink bag and all the water became black. The devilfish and the men died.

Soon after this had happened a canoe from another camp came there, saw this object floating on the sea some distance out from the village, and thought that it was yet alive; so they hurried to get past it. When they came ashore the boy told them all that had happened, and they cried very much at seeing him there alone, for he was their relative. After this they returned with him to their camp, which was situated upon an island near by, and told the story there, on which two canoe loads of people left to look for the devilfish. After they had found it and had cut it open with their stone axes, they saw the two men still inside, knife in hand. All the village people that the devilfish had eaten were also there. Then they took the bodies back to town and had a death feast.⁠[99]

Later on a chief’s daughter at the place named Qǃᴀqᴀˊx-duūˊ obtained a wood worm (ʟǃuqǃuˊx) as a pet and fed it on different kinds of oil. It grew very fast until it reached the length of a fathom. Then she composed a cradle song for it: “It has a face already. Sit right here. Sit right here (Kǃesi-yaˊkǃᵘ ᴀˊsgî. Tcǃayāˊkǃ ᴀˊnu).” She sang again, “It has a mouth already. Sit right here. Sit right here.” They would hear her singing these words day after day, and she would come out from her room only to eat. Then her mother said to her, “Stay out here once in a while. Do not sit back there always.” They wondered what was wrong with her that she always stayed inside, and at last her mother thought that she would spy upon her daughter. She looked inside, therefore, and saw something very large between the boxes. She thought it an awful monster, but left it alone, because her daughter was fond of it.

Meanwhile the people of the town had been missing oil from their boxes for some time, for this worm was stealing it. The mother kept saying to her daughter, “Why don’t you have something else for a pet? That is a horrible thing to have for a pet.” But her daughter only cried.

Now, the people got ready to kill this thing, and they tried in every way to induce the girl to come away from her house. Her mother told her that her uncle’s wife wanted her help, but, although she was very fond of her, that was not sufficient to get her out. Next morning she said to the big worm, “Son, I have had a very bad dream.” After they had begged her to come out day after day she finally came. “Mother,” she said, “get me my new marten robe.” Then she tied a rope around her waist as a belt and came out singing a song she had been composing ever since they first began to beg her: “I have come out at last. You have begged me to come out. I have come out at last, you have begged me so hard, but it is just like begging me to die. My coming out from my pet is going to cause death.” As she sang she cried, and the song made the people feel very badly. Then she heard a great uproar and said to her uncle’s wife, “They are killing my son at last.” “No,” said her uncle’s wife, “it is a dog fight.” “No, they are killing him.” They had quite a time killing the worm, and when she heard that it was dead she sang, “They got me away from you, my son. It isn’t my fault. I had to leave you. They have killed you at last. They have killed you. But you will be heard of all over the world. Although I am blamed for bringing you up, you will be claimed by a great clan and be looked up to as something great.” And to this day, when that clan is feasting, they start her four songs. This clan is the G̣ānᴀxteˊdî. Then she went to her father and said, “Let that pet of mine be burned like the body of a human being. Let the whole town cut wood for it.” So they did, and it burned just like coal oil.

Another of this woman’s songs was, “You will be a story for the time coming. You will be told of.” This is where the G̣ānᴀxteˊdî come from. No one outside of them can use this worm. What causes so many wars is the fact that there are very many people having nothing who claim something. The G̣ānᴀxteˊdî also own Black-skin. They represent him on poles with the sea-lions’ intestines around his head.

The girl’s father felt very badly that she should care for so ugly a creature, but to please her and make her feel better, he gave a feast along with tobacco and said, “If my daughter had had anything else for a pet, I would have taken good care of it, too, but I feared that it would injure the village later on, so I had to have it killed.”

In the town where this occurred a man named Sǃāwᴀˊn became a shaman. He told the people to leave and go somewhere else because spirits were saying in him, “If you stay in this village, you will all die.” There was so much respect for shamans in those days that people obeyed everything that they told them to do. By and by his spirit said to the shaman, “You will be asked to go somewhere, my master. My masters, the people of the village, do you go away with me?” And the village people kept saying to him, “Yes, we are going along with you.” Then the spirit said, “The persons that are going to invite me from here are not human beings. They are already getting ready to come.”

By and by the canoe came after him. He seemed to know that there was something about to happen, and said, “Somehow or other you people look strange.” He put all of his things into small boxes ready to depart. Then he got in and they covered him with a mat until they reached their village, when he got up and saw some fine houses. The fronts were beautifully painted. Among these houses was one with a crowd of people in front which they tried to make him believe was that where the sick person lay. His rattle and belt, however, ran up on the shore ahead of him and entered the proper house, which was in another part of the town. These people were land otters, and they called him by name, “Sǃāwᴀˊn, Sǃāwᴀˊn.” They said to him, “All the shamans among us have been doctoring him, and they can not do a thing. They can not see what is killing him. That is why we have asked you to come.”

Then the shaman thought within himself, “Who will sing my songs for me?” but the land otters spoke out, saying, “We can sing your songs. Don’t be worried.” Inside of this house there hung a breastplate made out of carved bones, such as a shaman used in his spiritual combats. The land otters saw that he wanted it and said, “We will pay you that for curing him.” Then the shaman began to perform. He could see that the land otter was made sick by an arrow point sticking in its side, but this was invisible to the land otters. After he had pulled it out, the sick otter, who belonged to the high-caste people, sat up immediately and asked for something to eat. The shaman kept the arrow point, however, because it was made of copper, and copper was very expensive in those days.

Then one of the land-otter shamans said to him, “I will show you something about my spirits.” And so he did. He saw some very strange things. When he was shown one kind of spirit, the land otter said, “You see that. That is Sickness (Nīkǃ).” What he called Sickness was the spirit of a clam. These clams look to the spirits like human beings. That is why the spirits are so strong. He also showed him the Spirit of the Sea (Dekīˊna yēk), the Spirit of the Land (Dāˊqna-yēk), the Spirit from Above (Kīyēˊgî), and the Spirit from Below (Hāỵīˊnᴀq-yēk). All these became the man’s spirits afterward.

Nowadays, when a man wants to become a shaman, he has to cut the tongue of a land otter and fast for eight days. You can tell a shaman who has been fasting a great deal because his eyes become very sharp.

After he had shown all of the spirits, they said, “We will take you to your town any time you want to go.” Then they took him to his own town. They had to cover him up again.

The people of Sǃāwᴀˊn’s village were always looking for him, and one day four men in a canoe saw something far out on the shore which looked very strange. A number of sea gulls were flying around it. Going closer, they saw the shaman lying there on a long sandy beach, the gulls around him. They did not know of any sandy bay at that point, and said that it was the shaman that brought it up there. They then took him into the canoe and brought him over. He was so thin that he appeared to have fasted a long time. After they got him home the spirits began mentioning their names, saying, “I am Spirit of the Sea; I am Spirit of the Land,” etc. Every time a spirit mentioned his name, the people would start its songs.

This is the last thing that happened in the Raven story. From this time on everything is about spirits (yēk) over and over again. Very few people believed in Nās-cᴀˊkî-yēł. Most believed in the spirits. From the time that these come into the story you hear little about Raven because people had so much more faith in spirits. You notice that in every Tlingit town in Alaska there are shamans, and years ago, when a shaman died, there was always one right after him, and he was always of the same family. It is through these that the Raven story has been getting less and less.

32. KAKĒˊQǃᵘTÊ⁠[100]

A Huna man named Kakēˊqǃᵘtê and his wife were paddling along in a canoe about midnight in search of seals, and he kept hearing a noise around his head like that made by a bird. Finally he hit the creature with his hand and knocked it into the canoe. It was shaped like a bird, only with eyelids hanging far over, and its name is Sleep (Tᴀ). He gave this to his wife saying, “Here, you can keep this for your own.” So she gave it to her relatives, who built a house called Sleep house (Tᴀ hît). All the poles in it were carved to resemble this bird.

The man got very tired after that without being able to sleep, until at last he ran away into the forest. He walked along there, came to a big glacier, and walked along upon that. After he had traveled for some time he came across a small creek in which he discovered eulachon. He roasted some on sticks before the fire. After he had thought over the problem for a while, he made a small fish trap with a hole in it for the fish to enter. The trap was soon filled with a multitude of fishes. Then he took all out, dug a hole in the ground, and placed the fish there. He was glad to think that he could get something to eat, so he remained in that place.

One day, while he was roasting fish, he saw eight Athapascans (G̣oˊnana), and knew from that that he was in the interior. These men wore nice fur clothing and had their faces painted. Kakēˊqǃᵘtê became frightened and ran into the woods, leaving his fish roasting by the fire. Afterward the eight men acted as though they were calling him, so he climbed up into a tree and watched them. They did not know where he had gone. Then the men sat down and ate his fish, after which they stuck a copper-pointed arrow into the ground where each roasting stick had been. This was the first time a Tlingit had seen copper.

Next day the same men came back. They were dressed much better, and two nice-looking women were with them. Then they called to him saying, “You have brought us good luck, so we want you to be our friend. If you will come and stay with us you can have either of these sisters of ours.” So he came down from the tree where he had been hiding, went with them, and married both of their sisters.

Now they took him to the place from which they got their fish and showed him how they did it. It was by making deadfalls in the water, in which they caught only one small fish at a time. Kakēˊqǃᵘtê was surprised to see how hard they worked to get a fish. If a man were lucky he would get perhaps forty or fifty very small fishes.

Now, Kakēˊqǃᵘtê ordered all in the village to procure young trees that were very limber and to split them into long pieces. He told them to whittle these down very smooth, and sat in the middle to show them how. Then he got some roots and tied the sticks together. The name of this trap is tǃītx̣. It is shaped like a barrel with the inner entrance just small enough for the fish to pass through. At the mouth of this trap a weir is run across the stream.

The whole village worked with him fixing the traps. Finally they cut posts to fasten them to and placed them at that point in the river which the tide reaches. When the tide went down they went to look at them and found them full of eulachon. Before they could never get enough of these fishes but now there were plenty for the poor, who formerly could obtain none. Even the old people were cutting and drying some to put in holes and make oil out of. Some filled twenty boxes with oil, some thirty. Some boxes of this kind weigh 150 pounds, some 100, some 50, some 20. Before his time the people of that village could not sleep, because they had to run down to their traps very often to look at their deadfalls, but after he came they had a very easy time. Therefore the whole village was pleased with him, looked upon him as a very high-caste person, and would do as he told them.

By and by the salmon season came. The people there had copper-pointed salmon spears (kᴀt) with handles of fine, thin wood, but the water was so muddy that they could spear only by means of the ripple marks, and often got but one or two a day. The most that any man obtained was three.

Kakēˊqǃᵘtê watched and knew that he could help them. He always traveled around with his wives’ brothers, and wherever they went the people followed, for they thought that he knew how to get salmon. He inquired if this were the only way they knew of to catch salmon, and they said, “Yes, this is the only way except that when they get in a shallow place we can club them.” One of his brothers-in-law also said to him, “The only time we can obtain salmon is when they are very old and their flesh is turning white. Then the water is low, and they go near the shore where we can see them. We can also get them at that time from the little creeks that come into the river.” Now Kakēˊqǃᵘtê took the spear from his brother-in-law and taught him how to feel along the river for salmon and catch them on the barbs as soon as they were felt. In half an hour he had six salmon. All the people of the village were looking on. Then he said to his brother-in-law, “You can feel them very easily. They are slippery. When you feel anything slippery, do not be in too great hurry and be careful not to go under the salmon. When you first put your spear into the water you will feel the ground and you will raise it up from the ground and move it along. I know how to make a salmon trap, too. I will show you that to-morrow. To-day we can not do it.”

Next day the whole village went to work making salmon traps. Again he asked them to get young trees and split them. All did as he told them. They made eighteen traps that day. They got roots and split them, and all worked taking the bark off. The whole village imitated Kakēˊqǃᵘtê, watching his every movement. Next day they put the traps into the water, and all were very anxious about them, even the women sitting along the shore watching. Some of the poor people, who knew that they would result similarly to the first traps he had made, were so anxious to see them that they could not sleep. The day before all of the women sat down to make ropes in the manner he showed them, and each went to the traps next morning provided with one. When they got there they found every one of them loaded with salmon. All the people in the town, old and young, went to see these traps. While they were emptying the traps and stringing some of the salmon, others would be coming in, and it made the whole village happy. Then Kakēˊqǃᵘtê distributed the salmon, for everyone thought that it belonged to him. He gave to the poor people, who had never before tasted salmon, and he said to the wealthy, “Don’t feel offended that I give them as much as you for they need it as much. To-morrow and the day after we will have it.”

At this time of the year they never got any salmon to dry. If one got a salmon he ate it at once. Only when the salmon was old did they dry it. Each man had a place where he speared salmon, and no one dared go there. Those spots were all named. When they got salmon from the traps they were all rich, and they were glad to have a supply so early in the season. Before they had these traps they ate every part of the salmon, all the insides, the heart, etc., but after they had had the traps for a few days you could see along the beach various parts of the fish, as the heads, and even some good parts, where they had been thrown away. After they were through drying their salmon they had enough for a year, and they stored them all away in boxes.

That fall the Athapascans went up among the valleys for ground hogs, each man having his own place, where no one else was allowed to intrude. That day only one came from the very best spots and in the whole village there were but three. Kakēˊqǃᵘtê watched how they got them. Ground hogs were valued even by the coast people on account of the blankets made of their skins. Then he asked them, “Is this the only way you get your ground-hog meat?” “Yes,” they said, “this is the only way.” Then he sat right down and began carving some pieces of wood, while everybody watched him, believing that whatever he did would succeed. He asked the women to make hide thongs. All sat down to do it, and with them he made slip-nooses to be placed at the mouths of the ground-hog burrows. Then he said, “I don’t want anyone to go over there. Keep away from the traps.” So they did, and the morning after he went out among his traps accompanied by all of the people. In each trap was a ground hog, and he gave every man in the village five. Even when they had killed three, the meat was distributed so that all had at least a taste of the broth. They remained in this place just three days, and he killed them off so in that time they had to move to another. Each valley was claimed by some man, who had a special tree there on which his dried meat was hung, and every time they moved to a new valley they left the meat hanging on the limbs of the tree in the place abandoned.

Then the people started for home, carrying their meat along with them. They would carry part of it a certain distance and go back for more, and repeat the process until all was down on the beach. After that he told them how to prepare their food to keep it over winter. He told them to get their cooking baskets and cook their meat well. After it was cooked, he told them to put it on sticks high up in the house and dry it in the smoke. When it was dried, he asked them to take it down and put it in oil for the winter. One family would have from four to six boxes of such dried meat. Before this man came they did not know how to do that. They ate everything as soon as it was procured, and it was very hard for them to get enough. Kakēˊqǃᵘtê also saw the women going after berries and eating them at once. If they kept any very long they would spoil on their hands. Then he said, “Don’t you know how to preserve berries for winter?” “No,” they replied. So he showed them how to dry these and how to cook the different kinds of berries and preserve them in grease.

Before his time the Athapascans did not know how to put up their winter food. They would stay on the spot where they had killed a moose until it was eaten up. That was why they were always in want. The Athapascans were very wild and did not seem to have any sense. Before Kakēˊqǃᵘtê came among them these people were always hunting, but now they stayed in one place and had an easy time. A person went hunting only for amusement in case he got tired of staying in doors. Before this, too, they did not have a taste of berries after the berry season. They ate them on the bushes like the birds. Now, however, they have plenty all the year round. They used to live in winter on dried salmon and what meat they could get. If they could get nothing while hunting, many died of starvation.

When spring came on, Kakēˊqǃᵘtê also showed them a certain tree and said, “Don’t you know how to take off the bark of this tree and use it?” They replied that they never knew it could be eaten. So he took a limb from a hemlock, sharpened it, and showed them how to take off the hemlock bark. After that he took big mussel shells (yīsǃ) from his sack and said, “Do you see these. This is the way to take it off.” After he had obtained quite a pile of bark, he showed them how to eat it, and they thought that it was very nice, because it was so sweet. Then he sharpened some large bear bones on a rough rock, gave one to each woman and said, “Use it as I have used the shell.” Each woman’s husband or son stripped the bark off of the tree, and the women sat down with their daughters to help them and separated the good part. He was teaching the people there to live as do those down on the ocean.

Next Kakēˊqǃᵘtê collected a lot of skunk cabbage, dug a hole in the ground, and lined it with flints, while all stood about watching him. Then he made a fire on top of these rocks to heat them, and afterwards threw a little water upon them, filling up the remainder of the pit with successive layers of skunk cabbage and hemlock bark. Over all he spread earth and made a fire above. He left just so much fire on it all night. All the village people were looking on and getting wood for him.

Now the people felt very happy to see how well they had gotten through the winter and that they were learning to put up more food. The younger people would dance all day. In the morning they were asked to go out and uncover the hole. He uncovered his own first. It was so savory that the whole village was scented with it. Then he tasted it, found it sweet, and asked the rest of the village to taste it. The rumor of its excellence spread all over town, and so many came to try it that before he knew it half of his bark was gone. All the people of the village were burying bark as he had done.

After he had taken the bark out a quantity of water was left, which they poured into their dishes. Then he put the cooked bark into a dish and pounded it with a masher. After that he pressed the cakes very hard and made a hole in one corner of each in order to hang it up. The cakes dried very quickly. Some cakes they put away dry, and some that were dried very hard they put into oil. After they had been in oil for several months he took them out and ate them. They tasted very good. He also showed how to use those that had been put away dry. He took them out and boiled some water for them, after which he soaked some in it. They tasted altogether different from those that had been in the oil.

Next Kakēˊqǃᵘtê showed the people how to put up a certain root (tsǃēt) found on sand flats and taken before tops come upon it. Geese also live upon this root. He collected a lot of this and brought it to his wives, asking them whether they ate it. They said they did not, and when they had tasted it they found it very sweet. This root tastes like sweet potatoes. Then the people took their canoes and went to get these roots for their winter’s food. Each carried a hardwood stick with sharpened ends. He said, “This is women’s work or for boys and girls. It is easy. Where I come from the women do that.” After they had dug many roots he showed them how to dry these. He tied up a bunch of them and on top another until he had made a long string. Then he hung them up where they could dry quickly. He cooked them in pots. After the water is poured off from them they move around as if alive, and for that reason Tlingit widows do not eat them, fearing that they will make them nervous. After being cooked in pots they taste just as if fresh.

He also showed them how to put up a root called sǃîn, which he pounded up and pressed into cakes like the bark. They are soaked like the others and also eaten with oil. He showed them as well how to kill seals and prepare their flesh. For the next winter they prepared more than for the winter preceding. That fall, after the food was all put away, they went into the interior after furs. He showed them how to catch animals by means of deadfalls with fat as bait. Before his time the only way they had gotten their furs was with bow and arrow. They used to chase bears with dogs and shoot them after hours spent in pursuit. Now they obtained very many furs and made numbers of blankets out of them.

After he had shown the Athapascans all these things Kakēˊqǃᵘtê said, “Now I want to go to my native town.” At first they were not willing to have him leave, but he asked so persistently that they finally consented. Before they sent him away, however, they took him away and obtained some small coppers for him. After that they got everything ready and set out the following winter. As they paddled on they could see the places where he had camped during the hard time he had had after he left his own village. He asked the people to go up with him along the same trail he had taken through the woods. By that route they came to Grass Creek (Tcūˊkᴀn-hīn), to the place he had left, but, when they came down, the people of that village were afraid of them. These were the Tcūkᴀneˊdî, Kāˊgwᴀntān, Wuckitāˊn, Koskǃēˊdî, Tǃᴀˊqǃdentān, ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî, and Qǃᴀtǃkaāˊỵî.

By and by one of the Tcūkᴀneˊdî came out right opposite them and said, “What are you coming here for, you land-otter people? We are not the people who have been making medicine for you.” When they saw that those people did not care to receive them they went back through the woods to the town of the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî. The ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî saw that they had coppers, and took them away. Then the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî said, “You are going to be our people.” Each man took a man out of the canoe and said, “You will be my friend.” That was the way they used to do. They would take away a person’s goods and then give him just what they wanted to. The Athapascans were foolish enough to allow it. Afterward the Tcūkᴀneˊdî felt that they were unlucky in not having taken the visitors in themselves. Therefore, when a person is unlucky nowadays, they say of him, “He sent the Athapascans away.” Because they did this the Tcūkᴀneˊdî are below all other Tlingit families. That was what brought them bad luck, and that is also how the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî became very rich. They got a claim on the place where the copper plates come from.

Next spring the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî went right to the mouth of Copper river. They made a village there at once and called it Kosǃēˊxka. One of the mountains there they called Tsᴀłxāˊn and another Masǃīˊca. All along where they went they gave names. A certain creek was called Nᴀˊgᴀkᵘ-hīn, and they came to a lake which they named Łtūˊa. Then they went to a river called Ałsēˊx, at the mouth of which they established a town and named it Kosǃēˊx. Afterward they went to the river from which the copper came and called it Îq hīˊnî (Copper river). At Kosǃēˊx they built a house called Tᴀ hît (Sleep house). Then all of them were ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî, but some, from the fact that they camped on an island, came to be called Qǃᴀtǃkaāˊỵî (Island people). The Koskǃēˊdî, originally a part of the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî, used to encamp at a certain place where they dug the root sǃîn. This root pressed is known as tǃᴀganîskǃêx, and the Koskǃēˊdî receive their name from this word.⁠[101] The Koskǃēˊdî built a house and roofed it with moose hide. So they came to own the Moose house (X̣āsǃ hît).

The wives of the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî were Kāˊgwᴀntān. They (the Kāˊgwᴀntān) were invited to Chilkat by a chief named Tailless-Raven (Ckūˊwu-yēł). In the same town they were about to fell a tree to make a totem pole out of it, and just before they did so Cqēʟ̣aqāˊ, a shaman, interviewed his spirits. When they struck the tree with an ax he said, “The chip went toward Huna. How is it that it went toward Huna?” And, when the tree fell, he said, “It fell toward Huna. How is it that it fell toward Huna?” This spirit’s name was Ānkᴀx̣wāˊî, and the pole was carved to resemble him. When it was brought in he said, “How is it that there is something wrong with these people we have invited? My spirit sees that there is something wrong with them.” Then they made a raven hat, and the spirit in the shaman said, “The raven you made has been shot with an arrow. Many arrows are sticking into its body and blood is coming from its mouth.”

The people giving the feast gave a great deal of property away to the Kāˊgwᴀntān. Each man in the family would give so many slaves and so much in goods. On their way home from this feast the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî also made a raven, and some time later they went to a feast at the Kāˊgwᴀntān village of Kᴀqǃᴀnuwūˊ. Close to that place Qǃonēˊ, chief of the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî, put on the raven hat. Its tail and beak were made of copper, and the wings were copper plates. It had a copper plate lying in front of it at which it pecked. ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî also lived among the Kāˊgwᴀntān in that town, and they said, “Where has that raven been?” The canoe people answered, “Why! this raven has been at Chilkat.” “What did it eat at Chilkat?” “All that it ate at Chilkat was salmon skins.” By salmon skins they meant the furs and hides that had been given away. Then they took the wings from this raven and the copper he had been pecking at and threw them ashore for the Kāˊgwᴀntān. They said, “Those are worth forty slaves.” Before, when the G̣ānᴀxteˊdî (of Chilkat) had feasted and used their own raven hat, they spoke so highly of it that the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî had become jealous.

By and by news of what the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî had done reached Chilkat, and the G̣ānᴀxteˊdî were very angry. They began to build Whale house (Yāˊî hît). Then they began to buy slaves in all quarters. They bought some Dēˊcitān, some Tcūˊkᴀnedî, and some ʟǃenēˊdî, and, when they invited people to the feast for these houses, they first gave away the slaves they had been buying. The ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî felt very badly at this, because—Flathead slaves not being esteemed very highly—this amounted to more than they had given away. Then war broke out between the two families, and the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî were badly defeated, losing many people. After that the people whose friends had been enslaved, purchased, and given away felt so badly that they also made war on the G̣ānᴀxteˊdî with no better result.

One of the G̣ānᴀxteˊdî chiefs was named Yēł-x̣āk. In those times people were afraid of a high-caste person who was rich, strong, and brave and did not want to have anything to do with him. This man’s father-in-law was a ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî chief at Łaxaỵîˊk named Big Raven (Yēł-Lēn). Then Yēł-x̣āk told his slaves to take food and tobacco to his father-in-law through the interior by Alsek river, and he did so. When he arrived, the chief said to him, “What did you come for?” “Your daughter has sent me with some tobacco.” Big Raven was very fond of tobacco. Before the slave started on this errand his master had said to him, “Be sure to notice every word he says when you give him the tobacco.” Then the slave took away from the tobacco the cottonwood leaves and a fine piece of moose hide in which it was wrapped. As soon as he saw the leaves Big Raven said, “I feel as though I had seen Chilkat now that I have seen these cottonwood leaves. Chilkat is a respectable place. A lot of respectable people live there. They are so good that they give food even to the people that were going to fight them.” This Big Raven was a shaman and a very rich one.

When the slave returned to Chilkat and told his master what Big Raven had said, they held a council the same evening in Ckūˊwu-yēł’s house, Whale house, and Yēł-x̣āk said to his slave, “Now you tell these people what that father-in-law of mine has said to you.” And the slave said, “As soon as he saw me, he said, ‘What are you doing here?’ and I told him that his daughter had sent me to him with tobacco. After he had uncovered the tobacco and had seen the leaves he said, ‘They are such respectable people in Chilkat that they feed even the people who had come to fight them.’ That was what Big Raven said.” Then Yēł-x̣āk said, “I wonder if he thinks he has gotten even with me for the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî I killed on Land-otter point. I wonder whether he thinks he has gotten even with me for having killed all those at Ānᴀkǃ-nū.” He thought that Big Raven was a coward and was going to make peace. Then he moved about very proudly, while the visitors from other places watched him closely, and everything that he said or did was reported to Big Raven.

A man among the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî, named Cādisîˊktc, was bathing in order to acquire strength to kill the G̣ānᴀxteˊdî. Then the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî pounded on Big Raven’s house to have his spirits come out. Big Raven said, “Łᴀˊkua has gotten up already. Łᴀˊkua has looked out now. My masters, which way is this Łᴀˊkua going to go?” The people said, “What are you saying, Big Raven? Go wherever you think best.” Then he told them to pound away on the sticks, and he shouted, “Here, here is the camping place.” After the spirit had been all over their course it said, “Hō, hē, the Raven swinging back and forth.”

For Cādisîˊktc’s war hat they made a carving of a monster rat which is said to live under the mountain Wasǃīˊcā. His spear points they made out of iron—taken probably from some wreck. They considered themselves very lucky when they found this iron. They thought that it grew in the timber and not that it belonged to a ship. This they called G̣ayēˊsǃ hāˊwu (Log of Iron). G̣ayēˊsǃ was originally the name given to black mud along the beaches to which people likened iron rust.

Now the war canoes started from Kosǃēˊx for Chilkat, drilling as they went. When people do this they take out their drums and drill wherever possible. There are certain songs called “drilling songs.” When the shaman said, “This is the place where Łᴀˊkua camped,” they camped there. They thought that it would bring bad luck to go any farther than to the place where he had camped. When on an expedition the war chief never looked back in the direction in which they had come. At Kᴀqǃᴀnuwūˊ they stopped long enough to get the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî there. Those were the people of which so many had been killed by the Chilkat before. The Kîksᴀˊdî, Tǃᴀˊqǃdentān, and other families also started with them, and they paid these for their help with copper plates. All this time the shaman’s spirit sang the same song about “the raven swinging back and forth.”

At last the warriors reached Chilkat and stood in a row fronting the river back of the Chilkat fort. Behind all stood Cādisîˊktc. Then Yēł-x̣āk came out on top of the fort and said, “Where is that Cādisîˊktc?” So Cādisîˊktc stepped out in front of his party with the mouse war hat on his head, saying, “Here I am.” Then Yēł-x̣āk said, “Where has that mouse (kutsǃīˊn) been? What has he been doing?” He answered, “I have been in that great mountain that belonged to my mother’s uncle, and I have come out after you.” After this they heard a drum in the fort, which meant that those people were about to come out. Then they came out in files, and Yēł-x̣āk and Cādisîˊktc went to meet each other with their spears. But the Chilkat still had their spears pointed with bone and mountain-goat horn, and when Yēł-x̣āk speared Cādisîˊktc he did not seem to hurt him. Cādisîˊktc, however, speared Yēł-x̣āk through the heart, and his body floated down the river on which they fought until it struck against a log running out from the bank. The end of this log moved up and down with the current and Yēł-x̣āk’s body moved up and down along with it. Then the shaman said, “Now you see what my spirit has been singing about. That is the raven moving back and forth. Now you people are going to eat them all up. Don’t be frightened any more, for you have them all now that you have gotten him.” At once they began to wade across, while the Chilkat people, when they saw that their head man was dead, ran past their fort up into the mountains. At that time the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî took the totem pole ānkᴀx̣wāˊî. That is what the Chilkat shaman had meant by the chip flying toward Huna and the tree falling toward it. And this is also why they had so great faith in spirits at that time.

Ckūˊwu-yēł felt badly for the loss of his totem, so he took the copper raven he had captured from the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî before and started toward Kᴀqǃᴀnuwūˊ to make peace. His wife’s father was head chief of the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî. At this time the war had lasted for a long time, perhaps five years. Ckūˊwu-yēł composed and sang a song as he went along, as follows, “Why did you leave the Chilkat river as it flows, you raven? Why didn’t you take it all into your mouth?” He meant to say, “If you are so strong, why didn’t you make the river go entirely dry?” The ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî had gathered many families against him, but the river was as large as ever.

Just as Ckūˊwu-yēł came to the ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî town, a man ran down toward the canoe, making believe that he was going to kill him, but one of the Kāˊgwᴀntān caught him and said, “Why do you want to kill that chief? You are not as high as he.” He said, “It isn’t because I am anxious to kill him, but because I was always so afraid of him when he was warring.”⁠[102]

Then they seized Ckūˊwu-yēł to make him a deer and took him into Sleep house, the house of his father-in-law. When she saw him going in there, his wife came out of the canoe, carrying the raven hat he had captured. Eagle down was upon it. So they, in turn, brought out the ānkᴀx̣wāˊî with eagle down upon it. They also painted the face of the deer and the face on the corner post representing Sleep. This was because they had so much respect for this post. The painting of its face was the end of their troubles.

It was against the deer’s rules to eat devilfish or any kind of fresh fish, but they thought, “If he still feels badly toward us, he will refuse to eat it.” So he said to them, “Bring that devilfish here. I will eat that devilfish.” They did not want him to eat it, but they wanted to see what he would say. As soon as he asked for it, therefore, all shouted and put it back from him. They said, “It is so. He has come to make peace.” Then they danced for him.

After this all of the G̣ānᴀxteˊdî came over and carried away his father-in-law to be deer on the other side.

They said to Ckūˊwu-yēł, “Have you your canoe ashore with all of your people in it?” He said, “I have it ashore.” This was their way of asking whether there would be any more war. Then they would say to the deer again, “My deer, we are going to camp in a nice sunny place, are we not; and we are going to come in in a sheltered place where there are no waves, are we not?” He would say, “Yes, we are going to camp in a good place.” Then they would say to him, “You are going to sleep well hereafter, are you not?” And he answered, “Yes.” When they were moving about, warring people could never sleep well. That is why they said this to him. By the waves and wind they meant the troubles they had had, and by saying that they were going to camp in a calm place they meant that they were not going to war any more.

The opposite deer, taken from Sleep house, was asked similar questions. If the deer did not have his mind fixed on making peace people knew it by his songs, therefore they noticed every word he uttered. A high-caste person was always selected as deer, because through him there would be a certain peace. The man that came to another village to be taken up as deer brought food with him on which to feast the people there. The other side gave a feast in return.

After they had made peace Ckūˊwu-yēł danced on the beach just before he set out. Łdahīˊn, the owner of Sleep house, danced on the other side. This is the only way in which people made up with each other after having been enemies for years. It happened years and years ago, and to this day those people are friends.

33. ORIGIN OF THE G̣ONAQADĒˊT

In a village somewhere to the northward a high-caste person had married a high-caste girl from a neighboring village. His mother-in-law lived with them, and she disliked her son-in-law very much because he was a lazy fellow, fond only of gambling. As soon as they were through with their meal she would say to the slaves, “Let that fire go out at once.” She did not want her son-in-law to have anything to eat there. Long after dark the man would come in, and they would hear him eating. Then his mother-in-law would say, “I suppose my son-in-law has been felling a tree for me.” Next morning he would go out again very early. His wife thought it was useless to say anything. The same thing happened every evening.

When summer came all the people went after salmon, and the gambler accompanied them. After he had hung up quite a lot of this salmon and dried it, he took it up into the woods beside a lake and made a house there out of dry wood. Then he began chopping with his stone ax upon a big tree which stood a little distance back. It took him a very long time to bring it down. After he had felled it into the lake he made wedges out of very hard wood and tied their thick ends with roots to make them strong. He tried to split the tree along its whole length. When he had accomplished this he put crosspieces between to hold the two sections apart. Then he baited his line with salmon, with the bright part turned out, and let it down between. He had been told that there was a monster in that lake, and he was going to find out. By and by he felt his line move, but when he pulled up quickly it broke. The next time, however, he pulled it up still more rapidly and the creature followed it to the surface between the two halves of the tree. Then he pushed the crosspieces out so that the halves of the tree sprang together and caught its head while he jumped ashore. He stood on a grassy spot near by to watch. Then the monster struggled hard to get away, and it was so strong that it kept dragging the tree clear under water, but at last it died. Now the man spread the cedar apart by means of his crosspieces, dragged out the monster’s body and examined it. He saw that it had very sharp, strong teeth and that its claws looked like copper. Then he skinned it with the claws, etc., entire, dried it very carefully, got inside, and went into the water. It began to swim away with him, and it swam down to the monster’s house under the lake, which was very beautiful.

After this man had come up again, he left his skin in a hole in a dry tree near by and went home, but did not say a word to anybody about what he had discovered. When winter came all went back to their village, and the following spring there was a famine.

One morning the man said to his wife, “I am going away. I will be here every morning just before the ravens are awake. If you hear a raven before I get back don’t look for me any more.” Then he again got into the monster’s skin and swam to his house. He found that from there he could go out into the sea, so he swam along in the sea, found a king salmon and brought it back. He took off his skin and left it where he had put it before. The salmon he carried to town and left on the beach close to the houses.

Next morning this man’s mother-in-law got up early, went out, and came upon a salmon. She thought that it had drifted there, so she took it home. Then she came in and said to her husband, “I have found a fine big salmon.” They cooked it for all the people in the village and distributed the food, as was formerly the custom. Next evening her son-in-law did the very same thing, only he caught two salmon. Then he went to bed. He told his wife that it was he who was getting these salmon, but she must not say a word about it.

The third time he brought salmon in and his mother-in-law found them she considered the matter very deeply. Her son-in-law would sleep all day, not getting up to eat until it was almost evening. Before this he had been in the habit of rising very early in order to gamble. When he got up next day, the old woman said to him, “The idea of starving people who are sleeping all day. If I did not go around picking up dead salmon the whole village would be starving.” He listened to what she said, and afterward he and his wife laughed about it.

Next evening he went out again and caught a very large halibut, which he also put in front of his mother-in-law’s house. By this time the woman thought, “I wonder what this is that is bringing me luck. It must be a spirit. I believe I am going to become the richest person in the world. That is why this is happening to me.” When she went out this morning, as was now her custom, and saw the large halibut, she called to her husband and her slaves to bring it up. She felt very proud. Then the chief sent word all through the village, “No one is to go out early in the morning. My wife has had a bad dream.” She had not really had such a dream, but she told her husband so because she did not want anybody to get ahead of her. In those days everyone listened to what the chief said and obeyed him. Next morning the young man got a seal and laid it down before the houses.

Meanwhile his mother-in-law treated him worse and worse. She said, “I will never go out again in the morning to find anything. I know that the people in this village would starve if I did not find things.” After that she found the seal. Then they singed the hair off, scraped it in water to make the skin white, and cooked it in the skin. The chief invited everyone in the village to his house to eat it. He made speeches and listened to speeches in return which told how his wife had saved all of them. Her son-in-law lay in bed taking everything in. Also when a canoe landed in front of the town his mother-in-law would say, “I suppose my son-in-law has brought in a load of seal,” and he listened to her as he lay there.

In the middle of that night the old woman pretended that she had spirits. The spirit in her said, “I am the spirit that finds all this food for you.” Then she said to her husband, as she lay in bed, “Have a mask made for me, and let them name it Food-finding-spirit. Have a claw hat⁠[103] made.” So her husband sent for the best carver in town, and he made all of the things she had asked for. Her husband had an apron made for her with puffin beaks all around it.

After that spirits came to her and mentioned what she was going to find. She rattled her rattle, and her spirits would say that she was rattling it over the whole village. Her son-in-law lay abed listening. The whole village believed in her and thought that she was a wonderful shaman.

The first time the woman went out she found one salmon, the next time two salmon, the third time a halibut, the fourth time two halibut, and after that a seal. Now she said her spirits told her that she was going to find two seals, so, her son-in-law who had heard it, went out the following night and found the two seals. His wife felt very badly for him because her mother nagged him continually. She talked more and more of her spirits all the time, and the high-caste people invited to their feasts spoke very highly of them. She would sing how high her spirits were, and the village paid her a great deal of attention. But she called her son-in-law Sleeping-man. She gave him to eat only a few scraps left over, and would say to the people, “Leave some scraps there for Sleeping-man.”

Next morning she found a sea lion which her son-in-law had caught that night, and again she felt very proud. Her son-in-law kept saying to his wife, “Always listen for the ravens. If you hear the ravens before I come you may know that something has happened to me. If you hear one before I come get right out of bed.” When his mother-in-law invited all the people for this sea lion the people would say, “It has been this way from olden times. The chiefs in a village are always lucky.” Then the woman acted like a shaman and said, “The people of the village are not to go over that way for wood, but over back of the village.” Although she had not a single spirit she made the people believe she had them.

Next morning the son-in-law went out again, caught a whale, and left it in the usual place. The village people were very much surprised when the chief’s wife found it, and she was very proud. She filled a large number of boxes with oil from what was left over after the feast. She had boxes full of all kinds of food, which the town people were buying. They looked up to her as to a great lord.

But her son-in-law said to his wife, “Don’t help yourself to any of that food. Whatever she gives us we will take.” She was treating him worse every day. The son-in-law also said to his wife, “If you see that I am dead in the skin I have, which has been bringing us good luck, do not take me out of it but put me along with the skin in the place where I used to hide it, and you will get help.”

This went on for a long time, but he thought he would not get another whale because he had had such a time with the first. Meanwhile his mother-in-law continued to say spiteful things about him, things to make the village people laugh at him, and now that she had spirits she was worse than ever. Quite a long time after this, however, he did catch two whales and tried to swim ashore with them. He worked all night over them, and, when he got near the place where he used to leave things on the beach, the raven called and he died.

When his wife heard the raven’s cry she remembered what he had said, and began dressing herself, crying as she did so. Still she remained in doors, knowing that the whole village would go down to see the monster. Then her mother walked out as usual and saw two whales lying there with a monster between them. It had two fins on its back, long ears, and a very long tail. All of the people went down to look at it and said to one another, “There is a terrible monster there. Come down to look at it. It is something very strange.” They did not know what it was, but supposed that it was the old woman’s spirit.

At last, when she heard all this racket going on, the chief’s daughter started down the steps from the high foundation such as they used to build on in those days, and she wept very loudly as she descended so that all the people could hear her. They looked at her and wondered what was wrong with her, thinking, “What does that high-caste girl mean by calling the monster her husband?” Nobody would go near, for they were afraid of the chief, of the chief’s daughter, and of the monster. But, when the girl had come down, she said to her mother, who was still looking at the monster, “Where are your spirits now? You are a story teller. You say that you have spirits when you have not. That is why this happened to my husband.” Now the interest was so intense that people had crawled up on the roofs of the houses and on other high places to look at the monster. As the girl also stood there looking, she said, “Mother, is this your Food-finding spirit? How is it that your spirit should die? Spirits all over the world never die. If this is your spirit make it come to life again.”

Then the girl went close to the monster and said to the village people, “Some of you that are very clean come and help me.” Her husband had died in the act of holding the jaws of the monster apart to come out, one hand on each. When the people saw this they were very much surprised and said, “He must have been captured by that monster.” From that time on this monster has been known as the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt.

The people helped to take the woman’s husband and the monster’s skin up to the edge of the lake and put them into the hollow in the tree. There they saw the log, broken hammers, and wedges lying about where he had killed it, and reported to the rest of the people so that everyone went there to look. But the old woman was so ashamed that she remained in doors and died. When they found her body blood was coming out of the mouth.

Every evening after this the dead man’s wife went to the foot of the tree which contained his body and wept. One evening, however, she perceived a ripple on the water, and looking up, saw the monster flopping around in the lake. Then the creature said to her, “Come here.” It was the voice of her husband. “Get on my back,” it said, “and hold tight.” She did so, and he swam down to the monster’s former house. This monster is the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt that brings good luck to those that see him. His wife also brings good luck to those who see her, and so do their children, “the Daughters of the Creek,” who live at the head of every stream.

34. A STORY OF THE G̣ONAQADĒˊT

The head chief of the people living at the head of Nass river once came down to the ocean and on his way back tied his canoe to a dead tree hanging from a cliff. At midnight he felt the canoe shaking very hard. He jumped up and was terrified to see foam breaking almost over his canoe. Then he thought of a sea monster, and climbed up to the cliff by means of the dead tree. His nephews, however, went down with the canoe. A G̣onaqᴀdēˊt had swallowed them.

Along with this canoe had come down another, which stopped for the night at a sandy beach right opposite. They had seen the chief’s canoe there the night before, and, observing next morning that it was gone, supposed the chief had started on ahead and continued their journey. They had also felt the motion of the sea, although it was previously very calm. When they reached home the canoe chief asked whether the head chief had returned, and they said, “No.” Then he told them how strangely the sea had acted and how he missed the chief’s canoe and thought that it had gone on ahead.

After he had remained in the village for five days the canoe chief began to think seriously about the chief’s absence. Then he got into a large canoe along with very many people and set out to look for him. Four men stood up in the canoe continually, one at the bow, one at the stern, and two in the middle, looking always for the chief from the time that they left their village. They camped very early that night and arrived next morning at the dead tree where the chief’s canoe had been tied. As they passed this place they heard somebody shout, and the man in the stern, looking up, saw the missing chief standing on the very top of the cliff. They saw also signs of the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt and knew what had happened. Then they took him in, but he would say nothing until they had gotten back to the village. There he spoke, saying, “I did not have time to awaken my sisters’ children. I could not have saved myself if I had done so. That is why they are gone.” He felt badly about them.

Then all the people in the village began bathing for strength, sitting in the water and whipping each other, so that they might kill the monster. The chief, however, was very quiet, and, when they asked him what they should do, he told them to do as they pleased. They were surprised at this. When he saw that they really meant business he was very silent, and they could see that he was thinking deeply. Finally he said, “Boys, you better not punish yourselves so much. You are injuring yourselves, and you are all that I have left now. Let us treat this monster kindly. Instead of having destroyed my sisters’ children, he may have taken them to live with him, and, if we were to kill him, we might kill my sisters’ children as well. Instead I will give a feast and invite this G̣onaqᴀdēˊt to it.” They all told him to do so if he thought he could get his nephews back thereby.

Then they talked this whole matter over in the chief’s house, and the chief said, “Who will go to invite this G̣onaqᴀdēˊt?” And many of the brave young men answered, “I will; I will,” so that he got a canoe load very quickly. After that the chief said, “Which one of my brothers-in-law will go to invite him?” “I will,” answered one of them who was also brave. Then all got into the canoe, traveled that night and encamped just before dawn on a sandy beach close to the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt’s cliff. About noon they put on their best dancing clothes and paddled to the cliff. Then the chief’s brother-in-law arose in the canoe and shouted out as loudly as he could, “The great chief has invited the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt to a feast.” He repeated these words four times, and the fourth time he did so the water began to act as on the night when the chief’s nephews had been lost. The foam became very thick finally, and the cliff opened, revealing at some distance a very long town. They were invited to come nearer, and, although they thought that the cliff would close upon them, they did so. There were many men about this town, and out of one large house came the chief (the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt), who said, “Our song leader is out after wood. Therefore, my father’s people, you will have to stay out there quite a while. We must wait for our song leader.” Then the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt said, “A long time since I heard that I was going to be invited to a feast by that great chief.” While he was so speaking there came people into the town with a load of wood, and they knew that it was the song leader himself. The G̣onaqᴀdēˊt’s people were now so impatient that all rushed down to the song leader’s canoe and carried it up bodily. Then the streets became empty, because everyone had gone in to dress, and in a little while they came down on the beach again and danced for the people in the canoes.

As soon as this was over the visitors asked to come ashore, and immediately their canoe with everyone inside was carried up to the house of the chief. One of the visitors was sent to all the houses in the town to invite them to the chief’s house, and there they gave them Indian tobacco and watched very closely to see what they would do with it. They seemed very fond of it.

After this tobacco feast was over the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt said, “Let us have a dance for these people who have come to invite us. Let us make them happy.” They went away and dressed, and that evening they had a dance for their visitors. Then the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt said, “These people that come to invite me have to fast.”⁠[104] Early next morning, therefore, the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt sat up in bed and said to the people in the house, “Make a fire and let us feed these people who have come so far to invite me.” He sent one of his men through the village to announce that he was going to have a feast for the people who had come after him. When this was over, he said to his visitors, “You will stay here with us for four days.”

Many people had volunteered to go on this expedition, because they thought that if they were swallowed they would see those who had been lost before, and they looked for them all of that time, but in vain. At the close of the fourth day the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt said, “We will start off very early in the morning.” When they got close to the host’s village, however, it rained hard, and they thought they would not be able to dance in it. Seeing that it did not let up, they said to the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt, “Haven’t you a shaman among you! Now is the time to get help from your shaman. He ought to make it stop raining.” They employed him, and he made the rain stop by summoning his spirits. All this time the people who had invited the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt were very silent, and only he knew what was the matter with them. As they were now very close to the town, they sent one canoe thither to make it known that the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt’s people were encamped close by, ready to come to the village. The chief told his people to get a quantity of wood and take it to those he had invited, because they were to stay there another day. All in the village were anxious to do this, because they thought that they would see the chief’s nephews. As they went along they said to one another that they would look for the chief’s eldest nephew, whom they expected to see dressed in his dancing clothes. But, when they arrived at the camp, they were disappointed.

Next morning all of the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt’s people started for the village, and, when they arrived, they were asked to stop their canoes a few feet off so that the village people could dance for them. Then the village people came down close to their canoes and danced. Afterward the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt’s people danced. The G̣onaqᴀdēˊt himself always led, wearing the same hat with jointed crown.

Next day the village people danced again, and, after they were through, the chief said that his guests would have to fast. So they fasted all that day, and very early in the morning the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt got up and told his people that they must sit up in bed and sing before the raven called. This they had to be very particular about. Then the village chief sent to the different houses to announce that the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt and his people were to eat, and he gave them food that day. They danced for three days and feasted for the same length of time. The fourth day the village chief invited the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt’s people in order to give them property. He gave more to the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt than to all the rest. That was his last feast. The evening he finished it he felt sad, and he and all of his people were very quiet because they had not yet seen his nephews. He said to himself, “I wonder why this G̣onaqᴀdēˊt did not bring my sisters’ children. That is just what I invited him to the feast for.”

Soon after this thought had passed through the chief’s mind the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt called loudly to one of his men, “Bring me my box from over yonder.” This box was beautifully carved and painted, and it was from it that the Tsimshian came to know how to carve and paint boxes. Then he took out a chief’s dancing hat with sea lion bristles and a rattle, and just as soon as he had done so the chief’s eldest nephew stood beside him. He put the headdress upon him and gave him the rattle, and the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt’s people sang songs for him. They sang four songs, and the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt said, “This hat, this rattle, and these songs are yours.” The village chief was happy when he saw his nephew.

Then the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt went through the same actions as before. There had been twenty youths in the chief’s large canoe, and he gave each a hat, a rattle, and four songs, making them all stand on one side of the house. Now the village chief felt very happy and was glad that he had invited the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt to him instead of doing as the village people had planned.

Next morning, when the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt was preparing to start, it was very foggy. He and his people left the village singing, and their canoes went along side by side until they passed out of sight in the fog. They returned to their own home.

It is from this story that people do not want to hear the raven before their guests get up. The chief’s headdress with sea lion bristles also came from the G̣onaqᴀdēˊt, and so it happened that the Nass people wore it first.

35. ORIGIN OF THE LǃÊˊNAXX̣ĪˊDAQ⁠[105]

A boy at Auk (Ākǃᵘ) heard that a woman lived in the lake back of his village. He heard this so often that he was very anxious to see her. One day, therefore, he went up to the lake and watched there all day, but he did not see anything. Next day he did the same thing again, and late in the afternoon he thought that he would sit down in the high grass. The sun was shining on the lake, making it look very pretty.