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Titre : Annual report of the Bureau of American ethnology to the Secretary of the Smithsonian institution

Auteur : Bureau of American ethnology (Washington, D.C.). Auteur du texte

Éditeur : Government printing office (Washington)

Date d'édition : 1897

Contributeur : Powell, John Wesley (1834-1902). Directeur de publication

Notice du catalogue : http://catalogue.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/cb37575968z

Notice du catalogue : https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/cb37575968z/date

Type : texte

Type : publication en série imprimée

Langue : anglais

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Description : 1897

Description : 1897 (N19,PART1)-1898.

Description : Note : Index.

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Droits : Public domain

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Date de mise en ligne : 15/10/2007

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account of the water, so they held a council to decide what to do. This was a long time ago.

Every animal that could fly or swim was anxious to go after the 6re. The Raven offered, andbecause he was so large andstrong they thought he could surely do the work, so he was sent first. He flew high and far across the water and alighted on the sycamore tree, but while he was wondering what to do next, the heat had scorched ail his feathers black, and he was frightened and came back without the nre. The little Screech-owl ( T~'A-M/M~) volunteered to go, and reached the place safely, but while he was looking down into the hollow tree a blast of hot air came up and nearly burned out his eyes. He managed to fly home as best he could, but it was a long time before he could see well, and his eyes are red to this day. Then the Hooting Owl ( C~M&M') and thé Horned Owl (;ZM~) went, but by the time they got to the hollow tret the fire was burning so fiercely that the smoke nearly blinded them, and thé ashes carried up by thé wind made white rings about their eyes. They had to corne home again without the fire, but with all their rubbing they were never able to get rid of the white rings. Now no more of the birds would venture, and so the little Uksu'hl snake, the black racer, said he would go through the water and bring back some fire. He swam across to the island and crawled through the grass to the tree, and went in by a small hole at the bottom. The heat and smoke were too much for him, too, and after dodging about blindly over the hot ashes until he was almost on fire himself he managed by good luck to get out again at the same hole, but his body had been scorched black, and he has ever since had thé habit of darting and doubling on his track as if trying to escape from close quarters. He came back, and thé great blacksnake, Gûle'gî, "Thé Climber," offered to go for fire. He swam over to the island and climbed up the tree on the outside, as the blacksnake always does, but when he put his head down into the hole the smoke choked him so that he fell into the burning stump, and before he could climb out again he was as black as the Uksu/hï.

Now they held another council, for still there was no fire, and the world was cold, but birds, snakes, and four-footed animals, all had some excuse for not going, because they were all afraid to venture near the burning sycamore, until at last Kânâne'skï Amai'yëhï (the Water Spider) said she would go. This is not the water spider that looks like a mosquito, but the other one, with black downy hair and red stripes on her body. She can run on top of the water or dive to the bottom, so there would be no trouble to get over to. the island, but the question was, How could she bring back the nre? ~ni manage that," said the Water Spider; so she spun a thread from her body and wove it into a ~M~ bowl, which she fastened on her back. Then she crossed over to the island and through the grass to where the fire was 19 ETH–01–––16