Indian Legends of Vancouver Island
Indian Legends of Vancouver Island
INDIAN LEGENDS OF VANCOUVER ISLAND
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Herein you will find seventeen stories of adventure and legend from Vancouver Island, or the land known as Wakash Nation. Stories like The Legend Of The Thunder Birds, How Shewish Became A Great Whale Hunter, The Finding Of The Tsomass and of course The Legends of Eut-Le-Ten, Vancouver Islands own Maui.
Here you will read stories of the lone Indian paddling his canoe on the waters of the Western sounds, savouring the scent of cedar hidden amongst the Toh-a-mupt, or Sitca, spruce, with its scaly bark and prickly spine; the feathery foliage of the Quilth-kla-mupt, the western hemlock. The frond-like branches and aromatic scent betray to him the much-prized Hohm-ess, the giant cedar tree, from which he carves his staunch canoe.
These are the woods in which Eut-Le-Ten roamed and hunted and dreamed of winning the hand of Nas-nas-shups daughter who resided in land beyond the sky. Enamoured with this thought, Eut-Le-Ten shot arrow after arrow towards heaven making a rope of shafts. Then when his rope was high enough, he climbed the rope to land above and beyond to claim the hand of Nas-nas-shups daughter. Read about this in The Arrow Chain To Heaven. But claiming his princess would not be as simple as he thought. Armed with the charms he received after helping The Two Blind Squaws, he had to overcome The Four Terrors Guarding The House Of Nas-Nas-Shup and the endure The Trial By Fire before he could eventually claim his bride.
Eut-le-ten eventually returned to earth and was counted as a chief more learned than any that had ever been.
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Excerpt from INDIAN LEGENDS OF VANCOUVER ISLAND
THE WITCH E-ISH-SO-OOLTH
ONCE UPON A TIME, a long, long time ago, in the gloom of deep and silent woods there lived a witch or evil chehah. The Indians called her E-ish-so-oolth. So tall was she that, stalking through the forest, her head would brush the lower branches of the giant fir.
She dwelt in a huge lodge, the walls of which were built of cedar logs as thick as men are high. This evil chehah was the dread of young and old alike, for all believed that boys and girls and even men and women, who left their homes, not to return again, were taken to her lodge, there to be devoured at leisure. Therefore mothers often said, when children misbehaved, "Be good or I will call E-ish-so-oolth."
One day some Keeh-hin village children paddled from their home and landed on a nearby shore. Then something happened causing one to cry, and all the others scolding, threatened to call E-ish-so-oolth. The threat had no effect and the child cried on, till one in teasing spirit called loudly, "E-ish-so-oolth! E-ish-so-oolth! Oh come E-ish-so-oolth!"
Then forth from the woods a figure stalked, a tall gaunt form of terrible aspect. She leaned upon a gnarled and knotty stick and scanning the beach with cruel eyes she cried, "Who called me by my name E-ish-so-oolth?"
The children screamed and tried to run away; the chehah laughed one awful fiendish laugh, then caught them one by one with her lean hands. With the sticky gum of Douglas fir, she sealed their little jet black eyes so that they could not see which way led left or right, and threw them in the basket on her back, starting for home along the lonely forest trail.
As I have said, E-ish-so-oolth was tall, and many times bent her head to pass beneath low and spreading branches, and so it happened when stooping under a tree which brushed the basket top, four little hands gripped tightly hold of a kindly branch and held on fast.
When E-ish-so-oolth had gone on further not missing the two children, they clambered down, and partly freed their eyes from the vile pitch, running for home as fast as they could go. To their mothers they told the story, and how their playmates of that very morning, were now perchance within the witch's lodge, and no help to save them from a bloody fate. Then all the mothers of the kidnapped girls chanted the weird and doleful death lament. Four days and nights the dismal song was heard, beyond the blue wood smoke of Indian fires. Weeks of mourning passed, and all but one were comforted, but she sat all alone, and every morning she squatted on the sea grass at the shore, chanting that drear and mournful song.
Table of Contents for INDIAN LEGENDS OF VANCOUVER ISLAND
|BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION|
|A PEN PICTURE OF BARKLEY SOUND|
|THE SUMMER HOME OF THE SESHAHTS|
|THE LEGEND OF THE THUNDER BIRDS|
|HOW SHEWISH BECAME A GREAT WHALE HUNTER|
|THE FINDING OF THE TSOMASS|
|THE LEGEND OF EUT-LE-TEN|
|EXPLANATION OF "THE LEGEND OF EUT-LE-TEN"|
|THE WITCH E-ISH-SO-OOLTH|
|THE BIRTH OF EUT-LE-TEN|
|THE DESTRUCTION OF THE OGRE|
|THE RELEASE OF THE CHILDREN|
|FURTHER ADVENTURES OF EUT-LE-TEN|
|THE ARROW CHAIN TO HEAVEN|
|THE TWO BLIND SQUAWS|
|THE FOUR TERRORS GUARDING THE HOUSE OF NAS-NAS-SHUP|
|THE TRIAL BY FIRE|
|ASTRONOMY ACCORDING TO EUT-LE-TEN|
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