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Title : Annual report of the Bureau of American ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian institution
Author : Bureau of American ethnology (Washington, D.C.)
Publisher : Government printing office (Washington)
Date of publication : 1895-1964
Contributor : Powell, John Wesley (1834-1902). Directeur de publication
Type : texte,publication en série imprimée
Language : English
Format : application/pdf
Copyright : domaine public
Identifier : ark:/12148/cb37575968z/date
Identifier : ISSN 0097269X
Source : Bibliothèque nationale de France
Relation : http://catalogue.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/cb37575968z
Description : Périodicité : Annuel
Description : Etat de collection : n. 1 (1879)-n. 48 (1931)
Provenance : bnf.fr
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rowELL.] STAGES OF PHILOSOPHY. 25
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of the earth, and there watched long and patiently, till at last the sun-
god coming ont he shot an arrow at his face, but the fierce heat con-
sumed the arrow ere it had finished its intended course; then an-
other arrow was sped, but that was also consumed; and another, and
still another, till only one remained in his quiver, but this was the
magical arrow that had never failed its mark. T~-to~s, holding it in
his hand, lifted the barb to his eye and baptized it in a divine tear;
then the arrow was sped and struck the sun-god full in the face, and the
sun was shivered into a thousand fragments, which fell to thé earth,
causing a general conflagration. Then T~-M~, the hare-god, ned be-
fore the destruction he had wrought, and as he ned the burning earth
consnmed his feet, consamed his legs, eonsumed his body, consumed his
hands and his arms-all were consumed but the head alone, which
bowled across valleys and over mountains, fieeing destruction from the
burning earth until at last, swollen with heat, the eyes of the god burst
and the tears gushed forth in a fiood which spread over the earth and
extinguished the nré. The sun-god was now conquered, and he ap-
peared before a conncil of the gods to await sentence. In that long
couneil were established the days and the nights, the seasons and the
years, with the length thereof, and the sun was condemned to travel
across the firmament by the saine trail day after day till the end of
time.
In this same philosophy we learn that in that ancient time a council
of the gods was held to consider the propriety of making a moon, and
at last the task was given to Whippoorwill, a god of the night, and a
frog yielded himself a willing sacrifice for this purpose, and the 'WMp-
poorwill, by incantations, and other magical means, transformed the
frog into the new moon. The truth of this origin of the moon is made
evident to our very senses; for do we not see thé frog riding the moon
at night, and thé moon is cold, because the frog from which it was made
was cold ?
The philosopher of Oraibi tells us that when the people ascended by
means of the magical tree which constituted the ladder from thé lower
world to this, they found the firmament, the ceiling of this world, low
down upon the earth-the noor.of this world. J~~o, one of their
gods, raised the firmament on his shoulders to where it is now seen.
Still the world was dark, as there was no sun, no moon, and no stars.
So the people murmured because of the darkness and the cold. Matoito
said, "Bring me seven maidens," and they brought him seven maid-
ens and he said, "Bring me seven basbets of cotton-bolls," and they
brought him seven baskets of cotton-bolls; and he taught the seven
maidens to weave a magical fabric from thé cotton, and when they had
finished it he held it aloft, and the breeze carried it away toward thé
firmament, and in thé twinkling of an eye it was transformed into a
beautifai full-orbed moon, and the same breeze caught the remnants of
noccolent cotton which the maidens had scattered during their work,
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