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Tell Me A Story - part 3 - Origin Of The Pleiades And The Pine


Origin Of The Pleiades And The Pine

Long ago, when the world was new, there were seven boys who used to spend all their time down by the townhouse playing the gatayû’stï game, rolling a stone wheel along the ground and sliding a curved stick after it to strike it. Their mothers scolded, but it did no good, so one day they collected some gatayû’stï stones and boiled them in the pot with the corn for dinner. When the boys came home hungry their mothers dipped out the stones and said, “Since you like the gatayû’stï better than the cornfield, take the stones now for your dinner.”

The boys were very angry, and went down to the townhouse, saying, “As our mothers treat us this way, let us go where we shall never trouble them any more.” They began a dance—some say it was the Feather dance-and went round and round the townhouse, praying to the spirits to help them. At last their mothers were afraid something was wrong and went out to look for them. They saw the boys still dancing around the townhouse, and as they watched they noticed that their feet were off the earth, and that with every round they rose higher and higher in the air. They ran to get their children, but it was too late, for they were already above the roof of the townhouse—all but one, whose mother managed to pull him down with the gatayû’stï pole, but he struck the ground with such force that he sank into it and the earth closed over him.

The other six circled higher and higher until they went up to the sky, where we see them now as the Pleiades, which the Cherokee still call Ani’tsutsä (The Boys).

The people grieved long after them, but the mother whose boy had gone into the ground came every morning and every evening to cry over the spot until the earth was damp with her tears.

At last a little green shoot sprouted up and grew day by day until it became the tall tree that we call now the pine, and the pine is of the same nature as the stars and holds in itself the same bright light.

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Lovely story - thanks! :-)

18 Dec, 2009


I love these old ledgends, especially the ones where plants are involved :o) Thank you.
I remember my father showing me Pleiodes and other stars when I was little. You could see them better then because there were no lights on the roads.

19 Dec, 2009


Thanks for the interesting story, Healerwitch...

19 Dec, 2009


Poignant tale...thank you for sharing this.

19 Dec, 2009


Another fascinating story! Thanks for taking the time to write these stories out for us, HW! :-) It's a shame we don't have stories, like those you share with us, told to us by our parents/grandparents so that we, in our turn might pass them down to our children/grandchildren.

19 Dec, 2009


Balcony ... In the old days these stories were told that was not allowed to tell stories until they were memorized exactly the same as it was told before!

20 Dec, 2009


I have missed this one HW. Thanks for sharing another lovely tale. ;~))

22 Dec, 2009

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