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The Snake-Ogre
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One day a young brave, feeling at variance with the world in general, and wishing to rid himself of the mood, left the lodges of his people and journeyed into the forest.
By and by he came to an open space, in the centre of which was a high hill.
Thinking he would climb to the top and reconnoitre, he directed his footsteps thither, and as he went he observed a man coming in the opposite direction and making for the same spot.
The two met on the summit, and stood for a few moments silently regarding each other.
The stranger was the first to speak, gravely inviting the young brave to accompany him to his lodge and sup with him.
The other accepted the invitation, and they proceeded in the direction the stranger indicated.
On approaching the lodge the youth saw with some surprise that there was a large heap of bones in front of the door.
Within sat a very old woman tending a pot.
When the young man learned that the feast was to be a cannibal one, however, he declined to partake of it.
The woman thereupon boiled some corn for him, and while doing so told him that his host was nothing more nor less than a snake-man, a sort of ogre who killed and ate human beings.
Because the brave was young and very handsome the old woman took pity on him, bemoaning the fate that would surely befall him unless he could escape from the wiles of the snake-man.
"Listen," said she: "I will tell you what to do.
Here are some moccasins.
When the morning comes put them on your feet, take one step, and you will find yourself on that headland you see in the distance.
Give this paper to the man you will meet there, and he will direct you further.
But remember that however far you may go, in the evening the Snake will overtake you. When you have finished with the moccasins take them off, place them on the ground facing this way, and they will return."
"Is that all?" said the youth.
No she replied.
"Before you go you must kill me and put a robe over my bones."
The young brave forthwith proceeded to carry these instructions into effect.
First of all he killed the old woman, and disposed of her remains in accordance with her bidding.
In the morning he put on the magic moccasins which she had provided for him, and with one great step he reached the distant headland.
Here he met an old man, who received the paper from him, and then, giving him another pair of moccasins, directed him to a far-off point where he was to deliver another piece
of paper to a man who would await him there.
Turning the first moccasins homeward, the young brave put the second pair to use, and
took another gigantic step.
Arrived at the second stage of his journey from the Snake's lodge, he found it a repetition of the first.
He was directed to another distant spot, and from that to yet another.
But when he delivered his message for the fourth time he was treated somewhat differently.
"Down there in the hollow," said the recipient of the paper, "there is a stream.
Go toward it, and walk straight on, but do not look at the water."
The youth did as he was bidden, and shortly found himself on the opposite bank of the stream.
He journeyed up the creek, and as evening fell he came upon a place where the river widened to a lake.
Skirting its shores, he suddenly found himself face to face with the Snake.
Only then did he remember the words of the old woman, who had warned him that in the evening the Snake would overtake him.
So he turned himself into a little fish with red fins, lazily moving in the lake.
The Snake, high on the bank, saw the little creature, and cried:
"Little Fish! have you seen the person I am looking for?
If a bird had flown over the lake you must have seen it, the water is so still, and
surely you have seen the man I am seeking?"
"Not so," replied the Little Fish, "I have seen no one.
But if he passes this way I will tell you."
So the Snake continued down-stream, and as he went there was a little grey toad right in his path.
"Little Toad," said he, "have you seen him for whom I am seeking?
Even if only a shadow were here you must have seen it."
"Yes," said the Little Toad, "I have seen him, but I cannot tell you which way he has gone."
The Snake doubled and came back on his trail.
Seeing a very large fish in shallow water, he said: "Have you seen the man I am looking for?"
"That is he with whom you have just been talking," said the Fish, and the Snake turned homeward.
Meeting a musk-rat he stopped.
"Have you seen the person I am looking for?" he said.
Then, having his suspicions aroused, he added craftily: "I think that you are he."
But the Musk-rat began a bitter complaint.
"Just now," said he, "the person you seek passed over my lodge and broke it."
So the Snake passed on, and encountered a red-breasted turtle.
He repeated his query, and the Turtle told him that the object of his search was to be met with farther on.
"But beware," he added, "for if you do not recognize him he will kill you."
Following the stream, the Snake came upon a large green frog floating in shallow water.
"I have been seeking a person since morning," he said.
"I think that you are he."
The Frog allayed his suspicions, saying: "You will meet him farther down the stream."
The Snake next found a large turtle floating among the green scum on a lake.
Getting on the Turtle's back, he said: "You must be the person I seek," and his head rose higher and higher as he prepared to strike.
"I am not," replied the Turtle.
"The next person you meet will be he.
But beware, for if you do not recognize him he will kill you."
When he had gone a little farther down the Snake attempted to cross the stream.
In the middle was an eddy.
Crafty as he was, the Snake failed to recognize his enemy, and the eddy drew him down into the water and drowned him.
So the youth succeeded in slaying the Snake who had sought throughout the day to kill him.

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The Snake With the Big Feet
Long ago, in that far-off happy time when the world was new, and there were no white people at all, only Indians and animals, there was a snake who was different from other snakes.
He had feet-big feet.
And the other snakes, because he was different, hated him, and made life wretched for him. Finally, they drove him away from the country where the snakes lived, saying,
"A good long way from here live other ugly creatures with feet like yours.
Go and live with them!" And the poor, unhappy Snake had to go away.
For days and days, he travelled.
The weather grew cold and food became hard to find.
At last, exhausted, his feet cut and frostbitten, he lay down on the bank of a river to die.
The Deer, E-se-ko-to-ye, looked out of a willow thicket, and saw the Snake lying on the river bank.
Pitying him, the deer took the Snake into his own lodge and gave him food and medicine for his bleeding feet.
The Deer told the Snake that there were indeed creatures with feet like his who would befriend him, but that some among these would be enemies whom it would be necessary to kill before he could reach safety.
He showed the Snake how to make a shelter for protection from the cold and taught him how to make moccasins of deerskin to protect his feet.
And at dawn the Snake continued his journey.
The sun was far down the western sky, and it was bitter cold when the Snake made camp the next night.
As he gathered boughs for a shelter, Kais-kap the porcupine appeared.
Shivering, the Porcupine asked him, "Will you give me shelter in your lodge for the night?"
The Snake said, "It's very little that I have, but you are welcome to share it."
"I am grateful," said Kais-kap, "and perhaps I can do something for you.
Those are beautiful moccasins, brother, but they do not match your skin.
Take some of my quills, and make a pattern on them, for good luck." So they worked a pattern on the moccasins with the porcupine quills, and the Snake went on his way again.
As the Deer had told him, he met enemies.
Three times he was challenged by hostile Indians, and three times he killed his adversary.
At last he met an Indian who greeted him in a friendly manner.
The Snake had no gifts for this kindly chief, so he gave him the moccasins.
And that, so the old Ones say, was how our people first learned to make moccasins of deerskin, and to ornament them with porcupine quills in patterns, like those on the back of a snake.
And from that day on the Snake lived in the lodge of the chief, counting his coup of scalps with the warriors by the Council fire and, for a long time, was happy.
But the chief had a daughter who was beautiful and kind, and the Snake came to love her very much indeed.
He wished that he were human, so that he might marry the maiden, and have his own lodge.
He knew there was no hope of this unless the High Gods, the Above Spirits took pity on him, and would perform a miracle on his behalf.
But the chief had a daughter who was beautiful and kind, and the Snake came to love her very much indeed.
He wished that he were human, so that he might marry the maiden, and have his own lodge.
He knew there was no hope of this unless the High Gods, the Above Spirits took pity on him, and would perform a miracle on his behalf.
So he fasted and prayed for many, many days.
But all his fasting and praying had no result, and at last the Snake came very ill.
Now, in the tribe, there was a very highly skilled Medicine Man.
Mo'ki-ya was an old man, so old that he had seen and known, and understood, everything that came within the compass of his people's lives, and many things that concerned the Spirits.
Many times, his lodge was seen to sway with the Ghost Wind, and the voices of those long gone on to the Sand Hills spoke to him.
Mo'ki-ya came to where the Snake lay in the chief's lodge, and sending all the others away, asked the Snake what his trouble was.
"It is beyond even your magic," said the Snake, but he told Mo'ki-ya about his love for the maiden, and his desire to become a man so that he could marry her.
Mo'ki-ya sat quietly thinking for a while.
Then he said, "I shall go on a journey, brother.
Perhaps my magic can help, perhaps not.
We shall see when I return." And he gathered his medicine bundles and disappeared. It was a long and fearsome journey that Mo'ki-ya made.
He went to the shores of a great lake.
He climbed a high mountain, and he took the matter to Nato'se, the Sun himself.
And Nato'se listened, for this man stood high in the regard of the spirits, and his medicine was good.
He did not ask, and never had asked, for anything for himself, and to transform the Snake into a brave of the tribe was not a difficult task for the High Gods.
The third day after the arrival of Mo'ki-ya at the Sun's abode, Nato'se said to him, "Return to your own lodge Mo'ki-ya, and build a fire of small sticks.
Put many handfuls of sweet-grass on the fire, and when the smoke rises thickly, lay the body of the Snake in the middle of it."
And Mo'ki-ya came back to his own land.
The fire was built in the centre of the Medicine lodge, as the Sun had directed, and when the sweetgrass smouldered among the embers, sending the smoke rolling in great billows through the tepee, Mo'ki-ya gently lifted the Snake, now very nearly dead, and placed him in the fire so that he was hidden by the smoke.
The Medicine-drum whispered softly in the dusk of the lodge: the chant of the old men grew a little louder, and then the smoke obscuring the fire parted like a curtain, and a young man stepped out.
Great were the rejoicings in the camp that night.
The Snake, now a handsome young brave, was welcomed into the tribe with the ceremonies befitting the reception of one shown to be high in the favour of the spirits.
The chief gladly gave him his daughter, happy to have a son law of such distinction.
Many brave sons and beautiful daughters blessed the lodge of the Snake and at last, so the Old ones say, his family became a new tribe-the Pe-sik-na-ta-pe, or Snake Indians.