V
THE DEER'S CHILD
ÁWIKUH, meaning
the Place of White Flowering Herbs, was built on a little hill, and there were
many green meadows around it.
There were many great chiefs who dwelt there,
and also many priests of the things held sacred by the people.
Now one of the priests had a little daughter,
and the child was so beautiful that he decided to set her apart for the gods.
She was kept in a room that he had built specially for her; and, fearing that
the people of the village when passing by, might gaze on her flower-like
loveliness, he had put but one opening in the room, a hole on the roof where a
ladder was placed, and those coming and going could enter by that means.
The years passed and the little girl grew into
a maiden, and was more beautiful than ever.
Her father would bring her the finest cotton,
and all through the days she would weave pretty blankets of many colors for
ceremonial uses.
One beautiful, bright day the Sun-God looked
down with pleasure upon the terraced city. He looked along one of the straight
beams of his own light, and it chanced to pass through the opening in the roof
of the maiden's room, and he beheld the maiden. He wondered at her beauty, and
thought of her as he made his great journeys round the worlds, and he knew that
nothing could compare with it.
The Sun-God would think of the maiden, and
watch anxiously until his golden beams shined through the sky-hole of her room.
And in this way the Sun learned that he loved the maiden.
Now, one summer day, when at noon, the town rested,
and there was a stillness over the meadows, the maiden sat in her cool room,
weaving. Suddenly a great light shined out, and the girl covered her eyes with
her bended arm to protect them. She heard a voice, and looking up, saw before
her a glorious youth, it was the Sun-God himself. He spoke to her gently and
then she looked upon him not fearfully. And so it came about that she loved
him, and he loved her, and won her to be his wife. All through that summer he
came to her at noon-time when the light shown through the opening in the roof
of her room.
Beautiful were the blankets the maiden wove
during those summer months; and the priest, her father, wondered at the glad
light that seemed to shine from her whole being.
"I have devoted her to sacred things,"
said the old man, "and she has been kept apart from the people. She spends
her life weaving the robes for ceremonial usage, and yet, there is a joy in her
eyes... "
The days passed and winter came to Háwikuh. The
sunbeams did not enter the opening in the roof, and the wife of the Sun was sad
as though a snow-cloud covered her heart, and she left her loom and her
weaving, and sat in a corner and dreamed.
In the spring-time a little boy was born, and
the mother, still in a dream, wrapped the child in soft cotton, and in the
middle of the night, stole out over the rooftops, and down the hill on which
Háwikuh is built, to the meadows. She laid the baby by the side of a little
stream, and then wandered away to the high mountains across the plains.
As daylight was breaking in the East, and the
mesas and valleys were coming forth, one after another, from the shadow of
night, a Deer with her two bright-speckled fawns came down from the hills, and
with ears and eyes alert, stopped at the stream to drink.
While they were drinking they were startled by
the baby's cries. They saw little pieces of cotton flying up into the air,
almost as if a little whirlwind were blowing on the bank of the stream. It was
the child, who, waking and finding himself alone and hungry and cold was crying
and throwing his little hands about.
The Deer seeing the child to be so tiny, said
to her fawns, "O, my children, I love you so much, that I can not leave
this baby, though he be a human, here in the cold morning. I will take him and
he shall be your brother."
The old Deer took the little baby and breathed
her warm, sweet breath upon him, and then she wrapped him in the soft cotton,
and, lifting him on her broad horns, carried him away toward the south,
followed on either side by her fawns, who sprang into the air with delight. The
home of the Mother-Deer and her little ones was south of Háwikuh in a valley
that turns off among the ledges of rocks near the little spring called,
Poshaan. There, in the shelter of a clump of pińon and cedar trees, was their
home.
The Deer gave the baby some of her warm milk,
and held him close to her through the dark night, and her little fawns snuggled
down on the other side, and he was warm.
In the morning they saw that the baby had grown
during the night, and before the sun set on the second day, he was creeping
about. The child grew so rapidly that on the fourth day he was running about
and playing with his foster brother and sister.
By the end of the eighth day, he was a youth
fair to look upon, — and as time went on, he grew wondrously strong, and even
swifter of foot than the Deer themselves. And when he had learned their
language and their ways, the Deer mother led him out into the wilds and made
him acquainted with the great herd to which she belonged. They welcomed the
youth and loved him, and so wise was he that he soon became the leader of the
Deer of the Háwikuh country.
One morning late that summer, the uncle of the
boy's real mother who had wandered away to the high mountains, happened to be
out hunting. He went far out on the great mesas, and as he was walking quietly
along looking for game, he saw a vast, herd of Deer gathered, as people gather
in council. They seemed to be listening to someone in their midst. The hunter
stole along carefully on his hands and knees, twisting himself among the bushes
until he came quite near. Great was his wonder when he saw a splendid youth,
broad of shoulder, strong and tall surrounded by the Deer, and the old and the
young seemed to be paying attention to what he was saying.
The hunter looked, and, shading his eyes with
his hands, looked again. Then he stood up. No sooner had he done this than the
sharp eyes of the youth saw him. With a shout to the Deer he sped away like the
wind, followed by the whole herd, their hoofs thundering.
The hunter ran back to Háwikuh as fast as he
could, and called all the priests and warriors together, and told them what he
had seen.
Many believed that the hunter had fallen asleep
and dreamed this thing; but when he assured them that he had truly seen the
youth, and wished to lead them to the very place, they were convinced of the
truth of his words.
That evening the herald-priest climbed to the
house-top, and announced to the people, that on the fourth day from that day a
great hunt would take place. Now, when the youth had led the Deer to safety,
the old ones came to him, and with them, his foster-mother. They told him that
.what he had seen was a man like himself, and the Deer, his foster-mother,
related to him the story of finding the child of mortals on the bank of the
stream near Háwikuh.
The youth sat with his head bowed thinking of
what she had told him. Then he raised his head proudly and said, — "Maybe
I am the child of mortals, but they have not loved me. You have been kind to
me, and are my real people. I will stay with you."
But the old Mother-Deer said to him, "Hush
my child! You are only a mortal, and, although you have learned much in these
summer months, still you could not live with us when the winter comes. There
would be nothing for you to eat but the dried grass we live upon.
The old ones came closer still, and spoke to
the youth. "We know that the men of Háwikuh will hunt us now; it is always
so when one discovers our herd. As is their custom, on the fourth day from now
they will gather together and surround us. There are those who will seek you,
and you must give yourself up to them. Even we ourselves give up our lives to
the brave hunters of this people. There are those among them that are sacred of
thought and have sacred hearts. They always make sacrifices upon us that our
lives continue in the Land of Everlasting Summer."
A splendid Deer rose from the midst of the
herd, and coming forward, laid his cheek on the cheek of the boy, and said,
"We love you, but we know that we must part from you. And, in order that
you may be like other mortals, only far wiser than they, come with me to the
Land of the Souls of Men, where the Gods of the Sacred Dance and Drama sit in
council, and there also, are the Gods of the Spirit World."
The youth agreed to this, and on that same day
he set forward, running by the side of the beautiful Deer.
They came to the Lake of the Dead just as night
was falling over the land. Lights were shining over the middle of the Lake, and
over the Gardens of the Sacred Dance; and the old Drama Woman and the old Drama
Man were walking on the shores and calling across to each other.
As they came near to the shores of the Lake the
Deer said, — "Step boldly in with me. Ladders of rushes will rise to
receive you, and we will be carried gently and swiftly down underneath the
water into the great hall of the Gods."
They stepped into the Lake. Great ladders of
rushes and flags lifted themselves from the water, and the boy and the Deer
were carried down into the wonderful halls lighted by many lights and fires. In
the largest the Gods were sitting in council, and when the strangers arrived
they greeted them, and gave them a place in the light of the central fire.
Through the doors of the West and the North and the East and the South came
long rows of sacred dancers. They were clad in cotton mantles, white as the
daylight and finely embroidered; and they were decked with many treasure shells
and turquoise stones. They sang and they danced to the delight of the Gods and
the wonder of the Deer and his foster-brother.
When they had finished the Sun-Priest of the
Sacred
Dance arose and said, — "What do you wish of us, and why have you come
here, Deer of the Forest Mesas and you, Foster-Child of the Deer?"
Then the Deer lifted his head and told his
story.
"It is well," said the Gods.
Then the Fire-God came forward and waved his
flame around the youth, and at once he knew that he was a human being, and
depended upon food prepared by fire. Then the Gods who spoke the speech of men
gathered around and breathed upon him. They touched his lips and his ears, and
in this way the youth knew both the speech and the understanding of the speech
of mortal man. They called out, and there were brought to them fine garments of
white cotton embroidered in many colors, rare necklaces of sacred shells with
many turquoises and coral-like shells strung in their midst. Making them all
into a bundle, they gave them to the youth and said, —
"O, youth, we know that you are the Child of the Sun who is the
Father of us all. Go now with your Foster-brother, the Deer, to the world of
living things. Know that on the day after the morrow the hunters, led by your
uncle, will gather together. The Deer will instruct you, and you must obey him.
You will be called "Deer's Son" by men. Fear not, you will be happy
in the days to come, and treasured by your people."
Turning to the Deer, one said, — "Choose
well the strongest among you, and yield yourselves up to the hunters for your
brother's sake."
"I will lead them," simply replied
the Deer.
"Do this and you will be welcomed here in
the Gardens of Delight where the mists of the air at night-time are
ever-living."
The sounds of the Sacred Dance came in through
the open doors, and the youth and the Deer, taking their bundle, departed.
On the morning when the hunters of wikuh were
setting forth, the Deer assembled in a vast herd on the Southern Mesa. They
circled around the youth, and they told him to unloosen the bundle he had
brought. Then they made him stand in the sunlight and they ran swiftly around
him, breathing fierce, moist breaths until hot steam covered him and bathed him
from head to foot, and his skin was softened, and his hair hung down in a
waving mass at the back of his head. Then he put on the robes the Gods of the
Sacred Dance had given him, and tied a band around his Bair, and into it, he
thrust the glowing feathers of the Macaw which had also been given him.
The Deer gathered around him once more, and the
old chief said, "Who among you are willing to die?" And as if it were
for a joyous festival to which they were going, many fine Deer bounded forth,
striving for the place of those who were to die, until a large number were
gathered, fearless, and ready. Then the Deer began to move.
Soon there was an alarm, and from the North and
the West, and the South and the East came the hunters with drawn bows. The
arrows fell like the rain on the herd, and those of the Deer who had wished to
die, fell.
The kind old Mother-Deer and her two children
came near to the youth and told him to follow them. They ran and ran and the
swiftest runners of the tribe of Háwikuh pursued them, but all save the uncle
and his brave sons were left behind.
The youth's foster-brother fell, and then his
foster-sister too, was killed; but he kept on, his old Deer mother alone
running behind him. At last the uncle and his sons overtook her, but they did
not harm her, only turning her away with gentle words.
Then it was that the youth stopped running,
and, facing them, stood waiting. He dropped his arms and lowered his head and
quietly spoke. "O, my uncle, you have killed my brothers and my sisters,
what do you wish of me?"
The old man gazed at the youth in astonishment.
"Why do you call me uncle?" he asked.
"Because you are my uncle," said the
youth. He told him the strange story of his birth, and of his life with the
Deer. "This which I say is true," he said and waited.
The old man and his sons spoke kindly to him,
and taking him by the hands, led him back to Háwikuh.
The youth was made a
great chief, and he married a lovely maiden. When he grew older, he governed
Háwikuh, and it became the greatest of the Seven Cities of Cibola.