Prairie Smoke, a Collection of Lore of the Prairies
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Gilmore Melvin Randolph. Prairie Smoke, a Collection of Lore of the Prairies
MAP TO SHOW THE DISTRIBUTION OF THE NATIVE TRIBES IN WHAT IS NOW THE STATE OF NORTH DAKOTA AND ADJACENT STATES
DEDICATION
INTRODUCTION
Land and People
NATURE AND HEALTH
SPIRIT OF LIFE
ATTITUDE TOWARDS NATIVE LIFE
INDIANS’ APPRECIATION AND LOVE OF THEIR HOMELAND
THRILLING ESCAPE OF A WAR PARTY OUTNUMBERED AND SURROUNDED BY THEIR ENEMIES
A MANDAN MONUMENT IN COMMEMORATION OF AN ACT OF HEROISM
THE LEGEND OF STANDING ROCK
THE HOLY HILL PAHUK
THE LODGE OF THE BLACK-TAIL DEER WHICH TALKED WITH ITS CAPTOR
THE WONDERFUL BASKET
CAUSE OF THE BREAKING UP OF THE ICE IN THE MISSOURI RIVER IN SPRINGTIME
THE WATER-SPRING OF THE HOLY MAN
THE SACRED SYMBOL OF THE CIRCLE
THE SACRED NUMBER FOUR
THE PRISTINE PRAIRIE
ABORIGINAL AMERICAN AGRICULTURE
THE EARTH-LODGE
DESCRIPTION OF THE TIPI
AN OMAHA GHOST STORY
AN OMAHA HERO SONG
Stories of Plant People
SACRED TREES
THE SONG OF THE PASQUE FLOWER
THE PRAIRIE ROSE
THE SONG OF THE WILD ROSE
USE OF THE GROUND BEAN BY INDIANS
TIPSIN: AN IMPORTANT NATIVE FOOD PLANT
HOW THE PEOPLE OBTAINED THE PRECIOUS GIFT OF CORN
A GROUP OF PAWNEE HYMNS TO CORN
THE FORGOTTEN EAR OF CORN
HOW THE USEFULNESS OF WILD RICE WAS DISCOVERED
A STORY OF THE SUNFLOWER
DAKOTA FOLKLORE OF THE SPIDERWORT
Stories of the Four-Footed People
THE FAITHFUL DOG
HOW COYOTE CHIEF WAS PUNISHED
THE SKUNK AND THE BEAR
THE SONG OF THE OLD WOLF
Stories of the People of the Air
FOLK SAYINGS ABOUT THE MEADOWLARK
HOW THE MEADOWLARK WON THE RACE
INDIAN FOLKLORE OF THE HORNED LARK
HOW IT CAME ABOUT THAT GEESE MIGRATE
THE CAPTIVE BIRD: A TRUE STORY OF CHILDHOOD IN THE OMAHA TRIBE OF NEBRASKA
THE CHICKADEE
THE SONG OF THE WREN
THE WAR EAGLE AND THE JACK-RABBIT
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To the Real Pioneers of the Great Plains: to those whose questing spirit first sought out the wonders and the beauties of this land; – its vast reaches, league upon league, of grassland, verdant in springtime, sere and red and brown in autumn; its inviting valleys and its forbidding buttes; – to those whose moccasined feet made the first human footprints upon the turf of these prairies and upon the sands of these river margins; whose self-reliance made them the first to breast the current of these streams; whose humble footpaths over the land have now become the transcontinental highways of the world’s travel and trade; to those who first slaked thirst at these cool, clear watersprings, whose hunger was first satisfied by the fruits of this land, and who, in eating and in drinking, devoutly gave thanks to our tender Mother Earth for her bounties, receiving them gratefully as sacred gifts to be prudently used and thankfully enjoyed, and never to be wasted; who knew and loved this land in all its spacious extent, east to west and south to north; who reverenced its sacred places, the holy watersprings, the grand and silent hills, the mysterious caves, the eery precipices, – all places where their fathers had with prayer and fasting sought and obtained the favour of the gods, and where the gods had granted revelations and given wisdom to their fathers; to those whose eyes first beheld this land in its virgin beauty, fresh and joyous, unscarred and unspoiled, clean and wholesome, animated with exuberance of life of many species of both plant and animal in wonderful balance and adjustment, spontaneously replenished; and who held it a form of sacrilege to violate or in any way endanger the overthrow of that delicate balance of nature; – to those first inhabitants of this land which we now inhabit.
That something of their appreciation, of their love and reverence for the land and its native life, something of their respect for its sacred places and holy associations; that something of their sense of its charm, of its beauty and wonder, may come to us; that we may the more worthily occupy and more sympathetically enjoy our tenure of this land.
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This story of Standing Rock is a legend of the Arikara who once had their villages along the Missouri River between the Grand River and the Cannonball River. Afterwards, being harrassed by hostile incursions of the Dakotas they abandoned this country to their enemies and moved farther up the Missouri River, joining themselves in alliance with the Mandans.
One time there was a young girl in this tribe who was beautiful and amiable but not given to heedless, chattering, idle amusement. She was thoughtful and earnest and conversant with the ways of all the living creatures, the birds and the small mammals, and the trees and shrubs and flowers of the woodlands and of the prairies. She was in the habit of going to walk by herself to visit and commune with all these living creatures. She understood them better than most other people did, and they all were her friends.
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