The
Moon and the Great Snake
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Native American tales are a great treasure trove of stories that very
few people are familiar with. This one in particular describes how there
came to be so many snakes in the world, all of them with beautiful and
unique markings:
Once there was only one Snake on the whole world, and he was a big one,
I tell you. He was pretty to look at, and was painted with all the colors
we know. This snake was proud of his clothes and had a wicked heart.
Most Snakes are wicked, because they are his relations. Now, I have
not told you all about it yet, nor will I tell you to-night, but the
Moon is the Sun's wife, and some day I shall tell you that story, but
to-night I am telling you about the Snakes. You know that the Sun goes
early to bed, and that the Moon most always leaves before he gets to
the lodge. Sometimes this is not so, but that is part of another story.
This big Snake used to crawl up a high hill and watch the Moon in the
sky. He was in love with her, and she knew it; but she paid no attention
to him. She liked his looks, for his clothes were fine, and he was always
slick and smooth. This went on for a long time, but she never talked
to him at all. The Snake thought maybe the hill wasn't high enough,
so he found a higher one, and watched the Moon pass, from the top. Every
night he climbed this high hill and motioned to her. She began to pay
more attention to the big Snake, and one morning early, she loafed at
her work a little, and spoke to him. He was flattered, and so was she,
because he said many nice things to her, but she went on to the Sun's
lodge, and left the Snake. The next morning very early she saw the Snake
again, and this time she stopped a long time -- so long that the Sun
had started out from the lodge before she reached home. He wondered
what kept her so long, and became suspicious of the Snake. He made up
his mind to watch, and try to catch them together. So every morning
the Sun left the lodge a little earlier than before; and one morning,
just as he climbed a mountain, he saw the big Snake talking to the Moon.
That made him angry, and you can't blame him, because his wife was spending
her time loafing with a Snake. She ran away; ran to the Sun's lodge
and left the Snake on the hill. In no time the Sun had grabbed him.
My, the Sun was angry! The big Snake begged, and promised never to speak
to the Moon again, but the Sun had him; and he smashed him into thousands
of little pieces, all of different colors from the different parts of
his painted body. The little pieces each turned into a little snake,
just as you see them now, but they were all too small for the Moon to
notice after that. That is how so many Snakes came into the world; and
that is why they are all small, nowadays. Our people do not like the
Snake-people very well, but we know that they were made to do something
on this world, and that they do it, or they wouldn't live here.
Linderman, Frank B. Sparks from War Eagle’s Lodge Fire: Indian
Why Stories. 1915. http://www.sacred-texts.com/nam/iwhys.htm
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