Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1923-02-09
Indian
Lodge Tales
By
Ford G. Prick
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THE NAVAJO LEGEND OF
CREATION

mountain region left no written his.
tory of their gOingS and COmngS. Rut
heir life was rich in legend and ira.
~Gifon-stories handed Down from gen.
GRAFTON 70 generation until they came
to d" part of that great mass of ma
terial which, for lack of better name.
We must call aboriginal literature.
These ancient warriors knew moth
ing of reading and writing. But they
were philosophers in their way, even
as they were students of nature and
keen observers of everything about
them. Like children they were Curl
ous-and lacking fact they wove their
own theories concerning the life they
lived and the environment which they
knew.
Today the Indian rapidly is disap.
pearing. Swept away from his nat
raj haunts by the white man, he re-
mains a mere remnant of the great
race which once knew no superior in
all the great region. But the legends
still live; monuments to the philoso.
plies of the tribesmen who gave them
birth.
OF all the Indian legends now ex-
istent, none is more interesting than
the Navajo legend of creation. Here
it is as told the writer by Navajo Bill,
who in turn had it from the Navajo
chieftainS whom he knew fifty years
ago when first he visited the reserva-
ton which has since been his home
In the dim and distant ages when
time was young the Navajos lived In
a world of darkness, deep under
ground. Then there was no sunlight
to bring warmth and joy; no bright
rays of sunshine to make the corn
grow or the fruit ripen. There was no
night and no day, for all was darkness
and even the beasts and the birds were
unable to see their way about; but
could only wander in darkness, know
ing not whittier they went or how they
came.
In those days the Navajos were I'M
happy but they knew not how or
where to turn to become happy. But
one day a warrior, more bold than the
others, set out on a journey to find a
new home for himself and his people.
Long he urged the other chieftainS to
accompany him-but they were afraid,
so finally he went out alone and unac'.
companied
For many days he wandered in the
darkness, stumbling over hill and dale,
Through water and over high places,
Until he was nearly exhausted. But
still he kept on, and finally he locked
up, and there, far above him, was a
hole, and through the hole a faint light
was shining and a single star looked
down upon him in all its radiance.
And the warrior was much pleased.
So, with the light of the single star
to guide him, he gathered together
many trees. And he killed deer and
with the skin of the deer he bound
the trees together until he had made
for himself a great ladder; and then,
climbing the ladder, he finally reached
the ceiling of darkness and through the
hole he looked into a new world.
When he had rested, he climbed
through the hole and into a new world
u world of silver light and shadow
where all was not darkness, but where
he was able to see objects about MIN.
In this world there was moon, ana
stars to light the Way-and there was
no darkness, but a silver light from
the stars and the moon that made
world of twilight and evening. But
the warrior was much pleased-tor ne
had never known a greater Light than
this. SO he rested and Toasted ana
slept for many days until he became
lonely and nethought himself OF MS
tribesmen who had remained DehIhd'
SO he gathered together a great bun
die Of moonbeams and, with these on
on his back to light the way, he de-
scended again into the world OF dark
ness, and with a light heart went III
search Of his tribesmen.
When he had returned again MS
tribesmen gave him a great Welcolhe'
for they thought him lost, ana theS
made him chief of the tribe, and When
he had told them his story, appointed
linn a guide to lead them to the ne"
world where there was moon anu stars
and light and happiness.
When, by and BY the trIoe hau
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