Part 4

Now the one who so loved women And never had won a wife, Was wild with wistfulness And great anxiety. Therefore he could not wait, And he had not gone very far Into the woods, ere he Sat down and opened the bag. There was a whirr as of wings And they came flying forth By hundreds round his head Like beautiful white doves Swarming all about-- Wonderful lovely girls With large black burning eyes, And torrents of flowing hair. Wild with passion the witches Threw their fair arms around him And kissed him as he responded To their ardent, fond embraces. But ever more and more They came, more glowing with love, Till he bade them give way for a space, Till he bade them let him be; But they only pressed the more. So, panting, crying for breath, And smothered in love, he died, And those who came that way Found him a silent corpse, But what became of the witches Kulóskap only can tell!

Now the third went merrily on, Tramping along through the woods, When it flashed upon his mind In an instant, that Kulóskap Had bestowed on him a gift; And, without the slightest heed To what the Master had said Of waiting till he got home, He took out the magic root And ate it, then and there; When all at once he found He could utter the magic cry Which startles all who hear it, Inspiring them to joy And making them laugh aloud; Then, as it rang afar O’er many a forest dale Waking the ringing echo Of the far-distant hill, Until it was answered by A solemn snowy owl, He felt that he had won A wondrous power indeed; So he walked gayly on O’er many a hill and dale, Whistling or trumpeting As happy as a bird.

But he ere long began To weary of himself, When, seeing in a glade A deer, he bent his bow; When, just as he would shoot, The wild unearthly sound Broke out, despite himself, Even like a demon warble, The deer took flight and fled; And the young man cursed aloud!

And when he reached the town Half dead with hunger, he Indeed was little worth To make the others laugh, Though for a time he did, Which somewhat cheered his heart, But, as the days went on, They wearied of the sound, And, when they saw him come, Turned off another way; Which vexed him to the heart, So that one day he went Alone into the woods And there he slew himself.

The dark and evil demon, The sprite of the night-air, Pʾmûla named by some, From whom the gift had come, Swooped down from clouds on high, And bore his soul away To the dwelling place of darkness And men heard of him no more.

Now ’tis a thing well known To all the Indians Who keep the holy faith Of the good olden time, That there are wondrous dwellers Deep in the silent woods, Such as the elves and fairies Who are called by different names; In Micmac Wigŭladŭmūchŭk But by the Passamaquoddy Wʾnâgʾméswuk. They Can work strange deeds and sing Such songs of magic power As charm the wildest beasts And tame the wolf and bear And soothe the wolverine. From them and them alone Are brought the magic pipes, Or flutes, which sometimes pass To sorcerers or great braves. When these are played upon Women who hear the tone Are all bewitched with love, And the moose and caribou Follow the winning sound, Yes, even to their death; And when the forest elves Are pleased with anyone They make of him an elf E’en like unto themselves.

Back in the olden time There was an Indian town In which dwelt two young men, Kekwâjû the Badger, And the other Kâktugwââsis, The Little Thunder. They Chanced to hear that Kulóskap Would give to anyone Whatever he desired:

And so they went their way On the long pilgrimage For many years, until They reached the wondrous isle Where the great Master dwelt, Where first they met Dame Bear, Then Marten, and at last The mighty Lord himself Who welcomed them with grace.

Then all sat down to a meal, But all that was placed before them Was one small dish of meat, A very tiny morsel. Then the elder of the pilgrims, A reckless jolly fellow, Thinking it was a joke And that he was mocked for sport, Cut off nearly all the meat, And ate it. Then what was left Grew at once to its former size; So it went on, and all Ate all that they desired, And found the food of the best, And when the meal was over The dish was as full as before.

Now of these two, the Badger Had set his heart on becoming A wigʾladʾmûch or fairy, Which would give him magic power While the other wished to win A very beautiful girl, The daughter of a chief, A most powerful Sagamore, Who set such cruel tasks To all who came to woo her That all who had made the trial Thus far had come to their deaths.

Then the Master took the Badger Who sought initiation Into the occult art, And by a wondrous trick Covered him all with filth And put him to utter shame Then led him down to the river Where he washed him clean, and gave him A beautiful change of clothing. And, combing his hair, placed on it A fillet of wondrous virtue; For when he had bound it on He became a wigʾladʾmûch A fairy and enchanter, No longer a common mortal, But one of the elfin world.[18]

And as he wished to excel In magic song and music, The Master gave him a flute, Which would charm all living beings; And, singing, he bade him join In the air, and as he did so, He found he knew all the art; And from that day, thereafter, He had a wondrous voice.

Now to seek the beautiful girl It was needful that the lover Should sail far over the sea; And during this adventure The Būʾūin or magician Was charged to take all care Of Kâktugwââs, the Thunder; And therefore he begged the Master To lend him his canoe, To which Kulóskap answered, “I will gladly lend it to thee If thou’lt honestly return it When thou needest it no more. For I tell thee in very truth I never yet did intrust it To any mortal man But what in the end I had to Go after it myself.”

Then the Badger solemnly swore That, as he was an honest Indian, He would, when the need was over, Indeed return the canoe. For never in all his life Had he stolen any _Kwédŭn_ (Canoe) nor borrowed anything Without returning it promptly.

But when they came to the bay There was no canoe to be seen, But not very far away, There arose a little island Of granite which was covered With pine-trees, tall and waving. “See--that is my canoe!” The Master said to them smiling, And when he took them on it They found that it was indeed A great and large canoe With lofty masts, and sails-- So the two went forth rejoicing.

Then they sailed on and came To a large and beautiful island Where they carefully hid the canoe. Ere long they came to a village That of the Sagamore, The father of the girl For whom many had lost their lives. And, having come to his wigwam, They entered and were welcomed And placed on the seat of honor, And sat at the evening meal. Now ’tis of old the custom When an Indian seeks a wife, Be it from her father or friends, He makes small ado about it, And only utters two words Which mean in the Micmac language: “I am tired of living alone.”

And the Sagamore hearing this, Consented that Little Thunder Should marry her whom he sought, But on several conditions-- The first that he should slay And bring to him the head Of a certain horrible monster, Like to a wingless dragon, The dreadful and horned Chipíchkâm. So this was agreed upon, Then the strangers went to their cabin And all the world to sleep.

All save the wise Būʾūin Who soon arose from his bed, And went alone and afar, Till he came to the den of the monster In a gaping gulf in the ground. Over the hole he laid A mighty log, and began The magic dance round the den; Then the serpent or great Chipíchkâm, Hearing the call, came forth, Putting out his head from the hole, And weaving it about After the manner of snakes. While he was doing this, He rested his head for an instant On the over-arching log, When, with a blow of his hatchet The Indian severed the neck; Then, taking the head by one Of its shining yellow horns, He bore it to his friend Who gave it in the morning Unto the chief, who said: “This time I fear indeed, That I must lose my child, Yet thou hast more to do.”

More indeed, for the chief Said, “Look at yonder hill, I fain would see my son Coast down it on a sled.” Now the hill was indeed a mountain. Its sides were very steep, Ragged with rocks and holes And terrible with trees And rough with snow and ice.

Then they brought out two toboggans, One for the strangers. This The Badger should direct; While on the other sat Two great and powerful men, And these were Būʾūinuk Or sorcerers who were skilled In sledding, and they hoped To see the others soon Fall out upon the ground, And then to run over them.

And at the word they went Flying at fearful speed Adown the mountain side, And ever faster still As if to headlong death. Soon he who sought the girl Went whirling from his sled, And the two sorcerers howled In triumph an hurrah! For they knew not that this was done By their enemy that he Might get them before his sledge. Then he put forth his arm, And seizing the younger man Turned for a pace aside, And then again shot on. Then the sorcerers stopped, Thinking that those before Were checked and at an end; When lo! their enemy In his sled shot over their heads, And over a mighty wall Of ice, as a bird might fly High above all in the air; Then, touching the ground once more, Ran with tremendous speed, First down into the vale, Then up, and ever up Upon the opposite hill Where the village stood, till it struck The wigwam of the chief, Ripping it all in two. Again the Sagamore said: “This time I fear indeed That I must lose my child: Yet thou hast more to do!”

Yes, and far more to do: For then the Sagamore said: “I have a runner here, A man so fleet of foot That never in his life Has he been overcome, And thou must strive with him And gain the victory Ere thou canst win thy wife.” So then the race was set, And Thunder should compete, But at the time his friend Lent him the magic pipe Which gave him wondrous power Over all dark sorcery Such as Būʾūinuk use And witches dark and vile.

Now when the pair had met The youth said: “Who art thou?” And the sorcerer replied: “I am the Wegaduskʾ;” Which means the Northern Lights, “But tell me who art thou?” “I am Wosogwoesk, Chain-lightning is my name,” The Thunder answering said. And, as the race was run All in the early morn, Then in an instant both No longer were in sight. They were far, far away Beyond the distant hills; Then, waiting, all sat still, Till long before the noon Chain-lightning came again; He showed no weariness, Nor was he out of breath, Yet had gone through the world. Then all sat still again Till evening, when they saw The Northern Light return Completely, sadly tired; He quivered and he shook As beaten by fatigue, Yet for all that the Light Had not been through the world, For, coming to the south, The heat had sent him home. Again the Sagamore said, “This time I fear again That I must lose my child, Yet thou hast more to do.”

The Sagamore had a man Whom none could overcome In swimming of all kinds, Or diving in the sea; With him the youth must strive. And when they met, the Badger Asked him, “What is thy name?” And he replied, “I am Ukchigʾmûech (Sea Duck), But tell me who art thou?” He answerèd “The Kwîmû,” That is, “the Loon,” and then They dived from a high rock Deep down into the sea. Ere long the Sea Duck rose Again to get his breath, But long the Indians Waited and watched until They saw the Loon again. An hour passed, and then Another hour, before He rose from the deep sea. But when at last he came, The Sagamore sadly said, “This is the end of all Our weary work, for now, I have truly lost my child!”

Yet it was not the end Of all the curious deeds Which they beheld, before The strangers took their leave. For, when the wedding came In the evening of that day, There was a general dance, A wild festivity, At which the wizard bold Astonished every one; For as he danced around On the hard beaten floor, They saw his feet sink in Deeper at every step, And ever deeper still As the strange dance went on, Still ploughing up the ground In ridges rough and high, Forming a trench, until His head and nothing more Could from without be seen. That ended all the dance, Since no one after him Save wizards or a witch Could dance on such a floor.

The bridegroom and the bride, With them the wizard bold, Then entered the canoe And sailed away toward home; Yet they had more to meet, And trials to endure, Though of no dangerous kind; ’Tis said they were but jests Played by the Master’s skill. For they had not gone far, When right before their path They saw an awful storm Coming to meet them. He Who had the elfin power Knew that it had been raised By sorcery, because The tempests which are due To hidden magic power Are ever worst of all. So without fear he rose And sang the sorcerer’s song, And, filling lungs and cheeks With air, he blew against The rising hurricane, Wind against wind until He blew the wind away, Then all the mighty flood Was smooth as smooth could be:

So they sailed ever on Over a sunlit sea, And yet it was not long Ere the elf-gifted one Saw rising ’mid the waves A dark and curious form, That of a monstrous beast Fast-coming as a foe, And then they knew it was The Giant Beaver, called Kwâbît, in fearful rage; But when the mighty one Saw this, he sailed direct Even at the monster’s jaws, And, coming to him, said: “Lo, I am the great foe Of all thy race and called The Beaver-Hunter; I, Am he who butchers them; Full many a one ere now Has perished by my hand.”[19] Kwâbît had placed himself Under the water, with His tail upraised above The level of the waves, That he might sink the barque With one tremendous blow, As is the Beaver’s way; But he of magic power With well directed stroke Of the _tumîhîgʾn_, or His tomahawk, then cut The body from the tail, Leaving the Beaver dead; Then blithely sailed away.

Yet had they not gone far When coming round a point They saw another beast, Also of giant size, Waiting to be their death; Abúkchelû the Skunk, A thing which many dread More than a raging wolf; And he, too, had his tail Uplifted in the air; But, ere the brute could make His hideous attack, The wary gifted one Caught up his hunting spear, And, hurling it with haste, So pierced Abúkchelû, That father of the skunks, That down he fell and died. Thrice did he kick in pain Before he passed away. So then the gifted one, Stepping upon the shore, Took up a long dead pine Which lay upon the shore, And, as he stuck its point Into Abúkchelû, Lifted him high in air, And, fastening the tree Firmly into the ground, Left him, and said with scorn, Even as he turned away; “Just show your tail now, there!”

And ever they sailed on Over the silver sea, O’er blue and dancing waves, Till home they came with joy, And at the landing place They saw the Master stand; And his first words were, “Well! I see, my friends, that you Have brought me my canoe All safely back again.” And they replied, “We have.” And gayly he inquired “Has all gone well with you?” And when he thus had said, He laughed and let them know ’Twas he in all their trials And triumphs who had worked And brought it all to pass.

Then to the gifted one He said, “Now go in peace Thy way with these thy friends; Lead ever happy lives There in the elfin world Deep in the forest-shades, Far in the silent land Of flowers and mystery. But of this thing be sure, If any care should come Unto you, think of me And I will give you aid.”

They rose and went their way.

FOOTNOTES:

[18] All of this corresponds accurately to the ancient Greek and Roman initiation to the Mysteries, in which the hair-string or fillet played a prominent part. L.

[19] This is oddly like the declaration of the Beaver Killer in The Hunting of the Snark, in fact, it is almost identical with it. But the Rand MS. in which it occurs was written many years before the latter work appeared.

III

KULÓSKAP AND THE FOOL

[_Micmac_]

_Kes saak: Nigumaach ut Agunudumâkun Klûskâbel._[20]

“Of the old times the tale is, A story of Kulóskap,” Unto whom there went full many When they heard that all could have Whatever they desired; And truly he gave them all Whate’er it was they asked for, But whether they got their wish Depended on the wisdom Which they showed when it was won.

Now the Master liked it not If, when he had plainly told What it was that one must do, That man should double on him Or quibble, or disobey. So then it came to pass That a certain fool of the kind Who never can do aught Without a twist or a turn In his own peculiar way, Went a long journey to ask A favor of the Lord. His trials were many and sore; He came unto a chain Of mountains exceeding high, In a dark and lonely land Wherein no sound was heard; And the ascent was hard As climbing a slippery pole. And the going down Or descent on the other side Was more ungrateful still, For ’twas all a precipice With broken, crumbly edge Which overhung a gulf; Yet it was worse beyond. For there the road led on Between the hideous heads Of two great serpents, which Did almost touch their lips, And darted terrible tongues At those who went between. And yet again ’twas worse When the way passed under a wall, The awful Wall of Death Which hung like a dreadful cloud Over a dismal plain, Rising and falling at times; Yet when, no one could know. So those who were beneath When it fell and struck the ground Were ever crushed to death.

Yet he escaped all this And came to the Master’s home Where he was well received, And dwelt for many days; And when the Master asked What ’twas that he would have? He answered, “If my Lord Will give me a medicine Which will cure me of every ill, I shall be well content.” And he asked for nothing more. Then the Master gave to him A little package, and said: “Herein is that which thou seek’st But I charge thee solemnly That thou lettest not thine eyes Behold what is therein, Till thou shalt have reached thy home.” So he thanked the Lord, and left.

Yet he was not far away Ere he longed to open the gift, And test the medicine, And still more the Master’s truth. And so he said to himself: “If this be all deceit, It was very shrewdly planned, To bid me not open it Until I should be at home. Tush! If the medicine Is really what I required It cannot lose its power. In truth I will test it now.” So he opened it--when lo! All that which was therein Fell to the ground and spread As water, everywhere, And then like a summer mist As quickly melted away. So when he returned to his home He was mocked by one and all.

FOOTNOTES:

[20] This is a story about Kulóskap of long ago.

IV

THE THREE BROTHERS WHO BECAME TREES

[_Passamaquoddy and Micmac_]

_Nequt nikt nsapihioak udelabasinia unachihonamihánia Kelhosilichil naga omsnamnia eli-bawatmotit uch negum._[21]

There were three brothers, who Had made the pilgrimage To seek the Lord of Life, And win their wishes. One Was wondrous great and tall, The tallest in the land; Of this he was right proud, For he was one of those Who slyly put soft clay Into their moccasins That they may be admired By folk of lesser size, And win the love of squaws. And his hair was plastered up To stand on high, and on The summit of it was A very long turkey tail; But what this man desired Was to be taller still. The second brother asked That he might ever live Where he might behold the land And all the beauty of it, And do naught else save rest In peace forever more. And the third one asked to live Unto a great old age, And ever be in health Till he should pass away.

Now when they came to the isle They found three lodges there, And in two of them were men Who are not spoken of In any of the tales Which I have ever heard: In one dwelt Kulpujot-- A wondrous one indeed! For there is not a bone in him, Yet every spring and autumn He is “rolled over with hand-spikes” By order of the Lord; And this is what his name Means in the Micmac tongue. In the autumn he is turned Over towards the West, But in spring towards the East; And the meaning of it all Is the seasons of the year As they follow in their course.

He with his breath alone Can sweep all armies forth, And with his looks alone Perform most wondrous things; This means what weather can do With sunshine, frost and ice, Which are felt in everything.

And in the other dwelt Kuhkw, which in Micmac means, The Earthquake. This great man Can pass beneath the ground, And make the mountains shake, And tremble by his power.

Now when the Lord had heard What it was that they desired, He bade the Earthquake come And put them with their feet Fast planted in the ground. And when ’twas done, the three At once were turned to trees; To pines, as one tale tells, Or cedars, as some say; In either case each man Received what he required.