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When the world grows old and worn out, the people will die and the cords
will break and let the earth sink down into the ocean, and all will be
water again. The Indians are afraid of this.
When all was water, the animals were above in Gälûñ'lätï, beyond the arch;
but it was very much crowded, and they were wanting more room. They
wondered what was below the water, and at last Dâyuni'sï, "Beaver's
Grandchild," the little Water-beetle, offered to go and see if it could
learn. It darted in every direction over the surface of the water, but
could find no firm place to rest.
Then it dived to the bottom and came up with some soft mud, which began to
grow and spread on every side until it became the island which we call the
earth. It was afterward fastened to the sky with four cords, but no one
remembers who did this.
At first the earth was flat and very soft and wet. The animals were
anxious to get down, and sent out different birds to see if it was yet
dry, but they found no place to alight and came back again to Gälûñ'lätï.
At last it seemed to be time, and they sent out the Buzzard and told him
to go and make ready for them. This was the Great Buzzard, the father of
all the buzzards we see now. He flew all over the earth, low down near the
ground, and it was still soft.
When he reached the Cherokee country, he was very tired, and his wings
began to flap and strike the ground, and wherever they struck the earth
there was a valley, and where they turned up again there was a mountain.
When the animals above saw this, they were afraid that the whole world
would be mountains, so they called him back, but the Cherokee country
remains full of mountains to this day.
When the earth was dry and the animals came down, it was still dark, so
they got the sun and set it in a track to go every day across the island
from east to west, just overhead. It was too hot this way, and
Tsiska'gïlï', the Red Crawfish, had his shell scorched a bright red, so
that his meat was spoiled; and the Cherokee do not eat it.
The conjurers put the sun another hand-breadth higher in the air, but it
was still too hot. They raised it another time, and another, until it was
seven handbreadths high and just under the sky arch. Then it was right,
and they left it so. This is why the conjurers call the highest place
Gûlkwâ'gine Di'gälûñ'lätiyûñ', "the seventh height," because it is seven
hand-breadths above the earth. Every day the sun goes along under this
arch, and returns at night on the upper side to the starting place.
There is another world under this, and it is like ours in
everything--animals, plants, and people--save that the seasons are
different. The streams that come down from the mountains are the trails by
which we reach this underworld, and the springs at their heads are the
doorways by which we enter, it, but to do this one must fast and, go to
water and have one of the underground people for a guide. We know that the
seasons in the underworld are different from ours, because the water in
the springs is always warmer in winter and cooler in summer than the outer
air.
When the animals and plants were first made--we do not know by whom--they
were told to watch and keep awake for seven nights, just as young men now
fast and keep awake when they pray to their medicine. They tried to do
this, and nearly all were awake through the first night, but the next
night several dropped off to sleep, and the third night others were
asleep, and then others, until, on the seventh night, of all the animals
only the owl, the panther, and one or two more were still awake.
To these were given the power to see and to go about in the dark, and to
make prey of the birds and animals which must sleep at night. Of the trees
only the cedar, the pine, the spruce, the holly, and the laurel were awake
to the end, and to them it was given to be always green and to be greatest
for medicine, but to the others it was said: "Because you have not endured
to the end you shall lose your, hair every winter."
Men came after the animals and plants. At first there were only a brother
and sister until he struck her with a fish and told her to multiply, and
so it was. In seven days a child was born to her, and thereafter every
seven days another, and they increased very fast until there was danger
that the world could not keep them. Then it was made that a woman should
have only one child in a year, and it has been so ever since.
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