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Stories the Iroquois Tell Their Children
Stories the Iroquois Tell Their Children
Stories the Iroquois Tell Their Children
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    Stories the Iroquois Tell Their Children - Mabel Powers

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    Title: Stories the Iroquois Tell Their Children

    Author: Mabel Powers

    Release Date: July 18, 2007 [EBook #22096]

    Language: English

    *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STORIES THE IROQUOIS TELL ***

    Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Janet Blenkinship and the

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    STORIES

    THE IROQUOIS

    TELL THEIR

    CHILDREN

    MABEL POWERS

    (YEH SEN NOH WEHS)

    AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY

    NEW YORK CINCINNATI CHICAGO

    Copyright, 1917, by

    Mabel Powers.

    All rights reserved.

    W. P. 9


    To all the Children who ask

    How and Why,

    especially those Red Children

    who see with wonder eyes,

    and those Paleface Children

    who yet believe in fairies,

    these stories are lovingly dedicated


    CONTENTS


    ACKNOWLEDGMENT

    If the Red Children had not welcomed the writer to their lodge fires, these stories the Iroquois tell their children could not have been retold. With one or two exceptions, the ideas found in the stories have been had from the lips of the Indians themselves. To Arthur C. Parker—Ga wa so wa neh—for his careful review of the stories and assistance in securing authentic Iroquois illustrations; and to the following story-tellers who so kindly welcomed her to their lodges, and told her stories, the writer is most grateful.


    FOREWORD

    Once our fathers own these lands of New York State. Once the Iroquois were great people. Their council fires burn from Hudson on east to Lake Erie on west, from rising to setting sun. Then White man come. He ask for small seat size buffalo skin. He take larger and larger one, till Indian have but small place to sit.

    Now we have little left but stories of our fathers. They, too, will soon be lost and forgotten, but a voice has come to speak for us. Yeh sen noh wehs—the one who tells the stories—will carry these stories of our fathers to Paleface. She will help White man to understand Indian, Indian to be understood. She will have all men brothers.

    Indian's heart is glad that Yeh sen noh wehs, our white friend, has come to us. She have good eyes. She see right. She like things Indian. She try to preserve them. Our old men and women tell her the stories told them, many, many moons ago, when little children.

    Yeh sen noh wehs write down these stories so our children and our children's children may read and know them; and so Paleface Children may learn them also. Indian tell these stories to his children to make them good and brave and kind and unselfish. May they teach Paleface Children how they should do.

    Again we say, Indian is glad to have some one speak for him. He is glad to have some one write down the great and beautiful thoughts in Indian's mind and heart. We have spoken. Na ho.

    Chief of Seneca Nation,

    Chief of Onondagas,

    Chief of Tuscaroras,

    Chief of Oneidas,

    Chief of Cayugas,

    Chief of Mohawks,


    HOW THE STORIES CAME TO BE

    Out of the moons of long ago, these stories have come. Then every tribe of the Iroquois had its story-teller.

    When the Old Man of the North came out of his lodge, and the forests and rivers of the Red Children grew white with his breath, these story-tellers wandered from wigwam to wigwam.

    Seated on warm skins by the fire, the story-teller would exclaim, "Hanio! This meant, Come, gather round, and I will tell a story."

    Then all the Red Children would cry, "Heh, and draw close to the fire. This meant that they were glad to hear the story. And as the flames leaped and chased one another along the fire trail, they would listen to these wonder stories of the Little People, of the trees and flowers, of birds, of animals, and men. When the story-teller had finished, he said, Na ho. This meant, It is the end."

    The earth was very young, when the Red Children first learned how everything came to be, and just why it is that things are as they are. They told these wonderful things to their children, and their children in turn told them to their children; and those children again in turn told them to theirs, that these things might not be forgotten.

    Now, but few of the Red Children know these stories that the grandmothers and old men of the tribe used to tell. The story-teller is no longer seen wandering from wigwam to wigwam.


    WHY I WAS CALLED THE STORY-TELLER

    Some time ago the writer of these stories was asked to speak for an Indian Society. She accepted the invitation, and that night made her first Indian friends.

    Her new friends told her many beautiful things about the Red Children. The more the writer learned about the Iroquois people, and things Indian, the more interested she became. After a time she began to tell the Paleface the things she had learned.

    Soon, one of the tribes, the Senecas—the tribe to which her new friends belonged—heard that she was speaking for them. They wished to honor her, so they asked her to be present at their Green-Corn Feast, and become one of them.

    So when the Green-Corn moon hung her horn in the night sky, the writer found the trail to the Land of the Senecas. There the Senecas adopted her into the Snipe clan of their nation. She was called Yeh sen noh wehsOne who carries and tells the stories.

    Thus it

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