Cheyenne Tale: Falling Star

The Cheyennes are a Native American nation of the Great Plains, close allies of the Arapahos and generally allies of the Lakotas (Sioux). They are one of the most famous and important Plains tribes. Here is their tale: Falling Star.

Falling Star

Falling Star

One day in the long ago, two young girls were lying on the grass
outside their teepee on a warm summer evening. They were looking up
into the sky, describing star-pictures formed by their imaginations.

“That is a pretty star. I like that one,” said First Girl.

"I like that one best of all–over there," Second Girl pointed out.

First Girl pointed to the brightest star in the sky and said, “I
like the brightest one best of all. That is the one I want to marry. »

That evening they agreed to go out the next day to gather wood.

Next morning they started for the timbered area. On their way they
saw a porcupine climb a tree.

"I'll climb the tree and pull him down," said First Girl.
She climbed but could not reach the porcupine.

Every time she stretched her hand for him, the porcupine climbed
a little higher. Then the tree started growing taller.

Second Girl below called to her friend, “Please come down,
the tree is growing taller! »

“No,” said First Girl as the porcupine climbed higher
and the tree grew taller.

Second Girl could see what was happening, so she ran back to the
camp and told her people. They rushed to the tree, but First Girl
had completely disappeared!

The tree continued to grow higher and higher. Finally, First Girl
reached another land. She stepped off the tree branch and walked
upon the sky!

Before long she met a kindly looking middle-aged man who spoke
to her. First Girl began to cry.

“Whatever is the matter? Only last night I heard you wish
that you could marry me. I am the Brightest-Star,” he said.

First Girl was pleased to meet Brightest-Star and became happy
again when she got her wish and married him. He told her that she
could dig roots with the other star-women, but to beware of a certain
kind of white turnip with a great green top. This kind she must
never dig. To do so was “against the medicine”–against
the rules of the Sky Chief.

Everyday First Girl dug roots. Her curiosity about the strange
white turnip became so intense that she decided to dig up one of
them. It took her a long, long time.

When she finally pulled out the root, a huge hole was left. She
looked into the hole and far, far below she saw the camp of her own people.

Everything and everyone was very small, but she could see lodges
and people walking. Instantly she became homesick to see her own
people again. How could she ever get down from the sky?

She realized it was a long, long way down to earth. Then her eyes
fell upon the long tough grass growing near her. Could she braid
it into a long rope? She decided to try, every day pulling more
long grass and braiding more rope.

One time her husband Brightest-Star asked, “What is it that
keeps you outdoors so much of the time? »

“I walk a great distance and that makes me tired. I need to
sit down and rest before I can start back home. »

At last she finished making her strong rope, thinking by now it
must be long enough. She tied one end of the rope to a log that
she rolled across the top of the hole as an anchor. she lets down
the rope. It looked as though it touched the ground.

She lowered herself into the hole, holding onto the braided rope.
It seemed to take a long time as she slowly lowered herself until
she came to the end of the rope. But it did not touch the Earth!

For a long while she hung on dangling in midair and calling uselessly
for help. When she could hold on no longer, she fell to the ground
and broke into many pieces.

Although she died, her unborn son did not die, because he was made
of starstone and did not break.

A meadowlark saw what happened and took the falling-star baby to
her nest. There the lark kept him with his own baby birds.

When they were older, Falling-Star crept out of the nest with the
little birds. The stronger the birds grew, the stronger grew Falling-Star.
Soon all of them could crawl and run. The young birds practiced
their flying while Falling-Star ran after them.

Then the young birds could fly anywhere they wished, while Falling Star
ran faster and faster to keep up with them.

“Son, you had better go home to your own people,” said
Mother Meadowlark. “It is time for us to fly south for the
winter. Before long, the weather here will be very cold. »

“Mother Meadowlark,” asked Falling Star. “Why do
you want me to leave you? want to go with you. "No, Sound,"
she replied. “You must go home now. “I will go if
Father Meadowlark will make me a bow and some arrows. »

Father Meadowlark made a bow and pulled some of his own quills
to feather the arrows. He made four arrows and a bow for Falling-Star.
Then he started Falling Star in the right direction toward his home, downstream.

Falling Star traveled a long time before he reached the camp of
his people. He went into the nearest lodge owned by an old grandmother.
“Grandmother,” he said. “I need a drink of water. »

“My grandson,” she said to him, “only the young
men who are the fastest runners can go for water. There is a water monster
who sucks up any people who go too close to it. »

“Grandmother, if you will give me your buffalo-pouch and your
buffalo-horn ladle, I will bring you water. »

“Grandson, I warn you that many of our finest young men have
been destroyed by the water-monster. I fear that you will be killed too. »

But she gave him the things he asked for. He went upstream and
dipped water, at the same time keeping watch for the monster.

At the very moment Falling-Star filled his bucket, the Watermonster
raised its head above the water. His mouth was enormous. He sucked
in his breath and drew in Falling Star, the bucket, water, and the ladle.

When Falling Star found himself inside the monster's stomach, he
saw all the other people who had ever been swallowed. With his Star-stone,
he cut a hole in the animal's side. Out crawled all the people,
and Falling-Star rescued his pouch and ladle for his grandmother,
taking her some cool, fresh water.

“My grandson, who are you? she asked, marveling at his survival.

“Grandmother, I am Falling Star. I killed the monster who
has caused our people much suffering, and I rescued all the people
who had been swallowed. »

The old woman told the village crier to spread the good news that
the monster was dead. Now that Falling Star had saved the camp people
there, he asked the grandmother, “Are there other camps of
our people nearby? »

“Yes, there is one farther downstream,” she said.

Falling-Star took his bow and arrows and left camp. The fall of
the year had now arrived.

After traveling many days, he reached the other camp. Again he
went into an old woman's lodge where she sat near her fire. " Grandmother,
I am very hungry,” he said.

“My son, my son, we have no food. We cannot get any buffalo
meat. Whenever our hunters go out for buffalo, a great white crow
warns the buffalo, which drives them away.

“How sad,” he said. “I will try to help. go out
and look for a worn-out buffalo robe with little hair. Tell your
chief to choose two of his fastest runners and send them to me. »

Later, the old woman returned with the robe and the two swift runners.
Falling Star told them his plan.

“I will go to a certain place and wait for the buffalo. When
the herd runs, I will follow, disguised as a buffalo in the worn-out
dress. You two runners chase me and the buffalo for a long distance.
When you overtake me, you must shoot at me. I will pretend to be
dead. You pretend to cut me open and leave me there on the ground. »

When the real buffalo arrived, the white crow flew over them screaming,
“They are coming! They are after you! Run, run! »

The buffalo herd ran, followed by a shabby-looking bull. The two
swift runners chased the old bull according to plan. All kinds of
birds, wolves, and coyotes came toward the carcass from all directions.
Among them was the white crow. As he flew over Falling Star in disguise,
he called out shrilly, "I wonder if this is Falling-Star?" »

Time after time the crow flew over the carcass, still calling,
“I wonder if this is Falling Star? »

He came closer and closer with each pass. When he was close enough,
Falling Star sprang and grabbed the legs of the white crow. All
of the other birds and animals scattered in every direction.

When Falling Star brought the captive white crow home to the grandmother,
she feels word for the chief.

“I will take the white crow to my lodge. I will tie him to
the smoke hole and smoke him dead,” said the chief.

From that moment on, the good Cheyennes were able to kill many
buffalo and they had plenty of buffalo meat for all their needs.

The people in gratitude gave Falling Star a lovely lodge-home and
a pretty Indian maiden waiting there to become his wife. They remained
all of their lives with the Northern Cheyenne Indian tribe.