TWO INDIAN LEGENDS
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THE BRIDGE OF THE GODS
Where the Cascades
of the Columbia are now, there once was a huge arch under which the
river flowed. Over the river was a broad and level roadway over which
the people of the south and the people of the north rode back and
forth. This was not too long ago-perhaps five or six, old, old [women]
ago.
This bridge
was known by the Indians as the Bridge of Tomaniwuas. At this time
the country to the south and the north was a fertile plain. There
did not exist the peaks of St. Helens, Mt. Hood, and Mt. Adams.
Midway in the bridge a fire was kept burning by an old witch woman.
Her hair was scraggly, her teeth were yellow and cracked, and she
had the scolding, cackling voice of all witch women. Her name was
Loowit. Indians would try to steal the fire. She would not even
let them come near to get warm, and even though she felt sorry for
them, she scolded and scourged them so they would not come too near.
Finally she
could no longer stand it, and she asked Tomaniwuas if she might
give the fire to the people. He consented and she gave the people
the fire so they might be warm and eat cooked food.
Now the people
stopped and talked to Loowit as they passed back and forth. There
were two great chiefs living at this time---Wyest, chief of the
southern Indians, and Klickitat, chief of the northern Indians.
The chiefs were friends and often met on the bridge. Loowit thought
they were handsome.
One night when
Tomaniwuis came to talk to her, she asked that he might grant one
wish to her. He said that because she was very faithful, he would
grant her just one wish. She asked that she might be young and beautiful.
Tomaniwuis sighed because he was afraid that there would be trouble,
but he granted her wish.
The next day,
tales of Loowit's new beauty spread far and near on the two sides
of the river. Many young braves came to admire her, and she no longer
had to gather the wood as the young men brought it to her. Above
all the young men, Loowit liked Wyeast and Klickitat the best. Both
of the great chiefs fell in love with her too, but she could not
choose which one she liked the best. Before this, the people of
the north and south had been friendly, but now with the two chiefs
rivals for the hand of Loowit, the two nations became rivals too.
The chiefs no longer stopped to talk on the bridge. The people no
longer went back and forth in peace. Wars broke out and people were
killed. Tomaniwuis was angry with Loowit and one night he came down
to the bridge. Loowit begged him not to change her back into an
old crone.
"No," said Tomaniwuis,
"I will kill you."
"No," cried
Loowit, "What will Wyeast and Klickitat do without me?"
"I will destroy
them, too," answered Tomaniwuis. "If they were really good chiefs,
they would not let their people go to war about just a woman."
Tomaniwuis killed
them both and the two great chiefs went without a murmur of fear.
Then Tomaniwuis warned the people on the north and the south to
stay a long way from the bridge as he would destroy it so that ever
after the tribes would be separated.
That night the
thunder roared and the lightening flashed. The earth trembled for
miles around. In the center of the arch, a crack appeared. Another
appeared six yards from it and a great section of the bridge fell
into the river. With it went the fire which Loowit had kept burning
until her death. The next morning the fire was no more and in the
place of the bridge, the water tumbled over great rocks that had
fallen down.
Tomaniwuis did
not want to bury the lovely Loowit and her two braves, so he turned
them into beautiful mountains where all could see their beauty.
Loowit became Mt. St. Helens on the north side with the northern
chief, Klickitat, becoming Mt. Adams, beside her. On the south side
loomed the southern chief, Wyeast, as he turned into the shining
Mt. Hood. These peaks still stand today.
This is just
one Northwest Indian legend. In fact, there is more then one version
of this legend with all of them being correct depending on which
tribe's version you are reading.
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THE KI-USE GIRLS
According to
the Walla Walla Indians' tradition, the supernatural animal or the
animal which has "medicine powers" is the wolf. Other Indian tribes
attribute these powers to various animals such as the coyote, whale,
eagle etc. The Walla Walla Indians were located in the southeastern
portion of Washington, and the Ki-Use Girls or Twins is a legend
about two extraordinary rocks on the Columbia River.
The wolf, the
great medicine man, was walking home one day when he came across
three beautiful Ki-use (Cayuse) girls. He fell desperately in love
with them. The wolf watched as they carried stones into the river.
They were trying to make an artificial cascade or rapid, to catch
the salmon that would leap over it. The wolf secretly watched their
operations throughout the rest of the day. But during the night,
the wolf would come and destroy what they had built. He did this
for successive evenings. On the fourth morning, he saw the girls
weeping on the bank, and inquired what was the matter. They told
him they were starving, as they could get no fish since they have
no dam. The wolf then proposed to build a dam for them, if they
would become his wives. The Ki-use girls consented or sooner die
from the lack of food. The wolf built a dam using stones which stretched
from one end of the Columbia to the other.
For a long time
he lived happily with the three sisters (a custom very frequent
among the Indians, who marry as many sisters in a family as they
possibly can); but at a length the wolf became jealous of his wives,
and, by his medicine powers, changed two of them into basalt pillars,
on the south side of the river. He then changed himself into a large
rock, somewhat similar to them, on the north side, so that he might
watch them for ever afterwards. But what happened to the third sister?
Did you not notice a cavern between the rocks where the river now
flows? That is all that remains of her.
***This legend
was written down by the artist, Paul Kane, as he made his way throughout
the northwest in the 1840's. This was how the Indians of the Walla
Walla and Cayuse tribes explained the rocks bordering the Columbia
River near the present Walulla Junction.
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References
Grandmother
Stories of the Northwest, Nashone
Sierra Oaks
Publishing Company
Coyote
Was Going There, Jarold Ramsey University
of Washington Press
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