{"id":21684,"date":"2022-08-01T17:06:00","date_gmt":"2022-08-01T17:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/?page_id=21684"},"modified":"2022-08-01T17:07:57","modified_gmt":"2022-08-01T17:07:57","slug":"conte-tlingit-star-shooter","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/haida-tlingit-tsimshian-mitologia\/tirador-de-estrellas-de-cuento-tlingit\/","title":{"rendered":"Cuento Tlingit: Tirador de estrellas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/haida-tlingit-tsimshian-mitologia\/\" role=\"button\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t\tMitolog\u00eda Haida-Tlingit-Tsimshian<br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a><br \/>\n\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.firstpeople.us\/FP-Html-Legends\/TheStarShooter-Tlingit.html\" role=\"button\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t\tWiki<br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a><\/p>\n<p>los\u00a0<strong><a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/haida-tlingit-tsimshian-mitologia\/\">Tlingit<\/a><\/strong> son un grupo \u00e9tnico ind\u00edgena de Am\u00e9rica del Norte, m\u00e1s espec\u00edficamente un pueblo nativo de Alaska. Aqu\u00ed est\u00e1 su historia: The Star Shooter.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/cropped-AlphaOmega-e1602613368367.png\" alt=\"tirador estrella\" width=\"25\" height=\"25\" title=\"\"><\/p>\n<div id=\"ez-toc-container\" class=\"ez-toc-v2_0_85 counter-hierarchy ez-toc-counter ez-toc-grey ez-toc-container-direction\">\n<div class=\"ez-toc-title-container\">\n<p class=\"ez-toc-title\" style=\"cursor:inherit\">Contenido<\/p>\n<span class=\"ez-toc-title-toggle\"><a href=\"#\" class=\"ez-toc-pull-right ez-toc-btn ez-toc-btn-xs ez-toc-btn-default ez-toc-toggle\" aria-label=\"Alternar tabla de contenidos\"><span class=\"ez-toc-js-icon-con\"><span class=\"\"><span class=\"eztoc-hide\" style=\"display:none;\">Palanca<\/span><span class=\"ez-toc-icon-toggle-span\"><svg style=\"fill: #999;color:#999\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" class=\"list-377408\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" viewbox=\"0 0 24 24\" fill=\"none\"><path d=\"M6 6H4v2h2V6zm14 0H8v2h12V6zM4 11h2v2H4v-2zm16 0H8v2h12v-2zM4 16h2v2H4v-2zm16 0H8v2h12v-2z\" fill=\"currentColor\"><\/path><\/svg><svg style=\"fill: #999;color:#999\" class=\"arrow-unsorted-368013\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"10px\" height=\"10px\" viewbox=\"0 0 24 24\" version=\"1.2\" baseprofile=\"tiny\"><path d=\"M18.2 9.3l-6.2-6.3-6.2 6.3c-.2.2-.3.4-.3.7s.1.5.3.7c.2.2.4.3.7.3h11c.3 0 .5-.1.7-.3.2-.2.3-.5.3-.7s-.1-.5-.3-.7zM5.8 14.7l6.2 6.3 6.2-6.3c.2-.2.3-.5.3-.7s-.1-.5-.3-.7c-.2-.2-.4-.3-.7-.3h-11c-.3 0-.5.1-.7.3-.2.2-.3.5-.3.7s.1.5.3.7z\"\/><\/svg><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n<nav><ul class='ez-toc-list ez-toc-list-level-1' ><li class='ez-toc-page-1 ez-toc-heading-level-2'><a class=\"ez-toc-link ez-toc-heading-1\" href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/haida-tlingit-tsimshian-mitologia\/tirador-de-estrellas-de-cuento-tlingit\/#The-Star-Shooter\" >El tirador de estrellas<\/a><\/li><\/ul><\/nav><\/div>\n<h2><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"The-Star-Shooter\"><\/span>El tirador de estrellas<span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Hace mucho tiempo, en un <a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/haida-tlingit-tsimshian-mitologia\/\">Tlingit<\/a> village, there lived two boys who<br \/>\nwere best friends. One was the chief&rsquo;s son and the other one&rsquo;s father<br \/>\nwas also a very important man. The two boys played together all<br \/>\nthe time. What they liked to do best was play pretend hunting games.<br \/>\nThey both had bows and they knew how to make arrows. One day, instead<br \/>\nof playing hunting, they decided to see how many arrows they could<br \/>\nmake in a day. By evening they had made a great big pile of them.<br \/>\nThey carried their arrows towards a hill where they often played.<\/p>\n<p>It was a full moon that night, and the chief&rsquo;s son said, &quot;Look<br \/>\nat that full moon. It is so beautiful tonight. You can see the moon&rsquo;s face so clearly.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;\u00a1Eh!&quot; dijo su amigo. &quot;Puedes verlo claramente y seguro que es feo&quot;.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;You shouldn&rsquo;t talk like that,&quot; said the chief&rsquo;s son.<br \/>\n&quot;The moon will hear and be upset.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, the moon was no longer shining. Even though the stars<br \/>\nwere still out, the sky was very, very dark. Then, Whoosh! A rainbow<br \/>\nswirled around the two boys. It was so light, they could hardly<br \/>\nsee. Then just as suddenly, the rainbow was gone and the sky was dark again.<\/p>\n<p>The chief&rsquo;s son turned to talk to his friend, but his friend was<br \/>\ngone. Maybe he ran up the hill to get away from the light, the chief&rsquo;s<br \/>\nson thought. So he went up the hill. His friend was not there. Just<br \/>\nthen, the moon started shining again. Uh-oh, thought the chief&rsquo;s<br \/>\nson. I bet that rainbow was the moon and has taken my friend to<br \/>\nhis house. How in the world can I rescue him? If only I could shoot<br \/>\nan arrow that high.<\/p>\n<p>Well, he thought, there&rsquo;s no harm in trying. The chief&rsquo;s son put<br \/>\nan arrow in his bow and shot it straight up into the sky. It didn&rsquo;t<br \/>\ncome back down, and he saw a dark spot appear on the star next to<br \/>\nthe moon. He had that whole, huge stack of arrows next to him, so<br \/>\nhe shot another arrow, and another, and another. None of them came<br \/>\ndown, so he kept on shooting. The stack was getting shorter and<br \/>\nshorter. He wasn&rsquo;t sure where his arrows were going, but when he<br \/>\nshot the next arrow, he looked up, and he could see the back of<br \/>\nthat arrow. They were all sticking together in a long chain. He<br \/>\nkept shooting until he could reach the bottom arrow.<\/p>\n<p>Now, if I could only climb it, he thought, but my arms are much<br \/>\ntoo tired to climb to the moon after shooting all those arrows.<br \/>\nSo the chief&rsquo;s son laid down and went to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>When he woke up, where that chain of arrows had been there was<br \/>\na ladder. Now he could climb up to that star next to the moon and<br \/>\nfrom there he could surely get to the moon. He knew it would be<br \/>\na long journey. He was afraid if he went home to get some food,<br \/>\nthe ladder would be gone, so he pulled up three berry bushes and<br \/>\nstuck them in his hair. Then he started climbing.<\/p>\n<p>Subi\u00f3 todo el d\u00eda y cuando lleg\u00f3 la noche, simplemente durmi\u00f3 en la escalera.<\/p>\n<p>When he woke up the next morning, he was hungry, but the bushes<br \/>\non top of his head felt heavy. He reached up, and he pulled a bunch<br \/>\nof pink salmon berries off of one and ate them. At noon he pulled<br \/>\nblue huckleberries off another bush and in the evening, he pulled<br \/>\nred huckleberries off the third bush. He slept on the ladder again.<br \/>\nOn the third day, he again climbed all day, and got his meals from<br \/>\nthe bushes in his hair.<\/p>\n<p>Finally, very late in the day, he got to the top of the ladder<br \/>\nand stepped off onto the star. He was so tired he fell right to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>A small girl dressed in clean skin clothes with porcupine quill<br \/>\ndecorations woke him up. &quot;Come with me to my grandmother&rsquo;s,<br \/>\n&quot; she said. The chief&rsquo; s son got up and followed her. When<br \/>\nhe got to the grandmother&rsquo;s house, the grandmother said, &quot;Why<br \/>\nhave you come here, my grandson?&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Oh, grandmother,&quot; he said respectfully, &quot;I have<br \/>\ncome to find my best friend. I believe that the moon has taken him away.<\/p>\n<p>&lsquo;Well,&quot; said the grandmother. &quot;The moon lives right next<br \/>\ndoor to me. You can see his house from here. And I know he has taken<br \/>\nsome young child, because I have heard him crying. You may be able<br \/>\nto get him back, but it will be a hard job. First you must eat,<br \/>\nand then I will give you some magic tools.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>So she fed him and then she gave him a pine cone, a rosebush, a<br \/>\npiece of devil&rsquo;s club and a sharpening stone.<\/p>\n<p>The boy snuck over to the moon&rsquo;s house and climbed up and looked<br \/>\nin the smoke hole. His friend was sitting on a shelf near the smoke<br \/>\nhole crying. The chief&rsquo;s son pulled his friend out and put the pine<br \/>\ncone in his place. He told the cone to grow and cry. The pine cone<br \/>\ngrew as large as his friend and started crying. The two friends<br \/>\nstarted back to the old woman&rsquo;s house Unfortunately, the pine cone<br \/>\nfell off the shelf and the moon saw the boy was gone and started<br \/>\nchasing the two boys. The moon had nearly caught the boys, when<br \/>\nthe chief&rsquo;s son threw down the rosebush. It grew into a big thicket<br \/>\nof rose bushes and the moon was slowed down trying to get through.<\/p>\n<p>The boys had gotten somewhat ahead when the moon managed to break<br \/>\nthrough the roses.<\/p>\n<p>When the moon got close again, the chief&rsquo;s son threw down the devil&rsquo;s<br \/>\nclub. It grew into a huge thicket. Devil&rsquo;s club has huge leaves<br \/>\nwith stickers on them and big heavy stalks with long, sharp thorns<br \/>\non it. It was much harder for the moon to get through the devil&rsquo;s<br \/>\nclub than the roses, but he did, and almost caught up again.<\/p>\n<p>This time, the chief&rsquo;s son threw down the sharpening stone. It<br \/>\ngrew into a steep, steep mountain with a sharp, sharp point on the<br \/>\ntop. The moon tried and tried to get up the mountain, but he just<br \/>\nkept rolling back down again, so this time the boys made it safely<br \/>\nto the old woman&rsquo;s house. They thanked her again and again for helping<br \/>\nthem and then went to climb down the ladder, but it was no longer<br \/>\nthere. The old woman had gone along with them, and she said, &quot;All<br \/>\nyou have to do to get home, is to just think of that place on the<br \/>\nhill that you always play. Think of it and nothing else, then go to sleep.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>So she went back home and they laid dowm to sleep. They were almost<br \/>\nasleep when the chief&rsquo;s son started to think about how nice the<br \/>\nold woman had been to him. Immediately, they found themselves back<br \/>\nin the old woman&rsquo;s house. She said, &quot;If you want to go home,<br \/>\nyou must not think about me. Think only about where you are going.&quot;<br \/>\nThis time they were able to think only about going home. They went<br \/>\nto sleep and when they woke up they were in their village, on the hill.<\/p>\n<p>They heard a drummer drumming the death dance. The people in the<br \/>\nvillage thought the two friends had died, so they were doing what<br \/>\nthey do when somebody dies. They were all in the chief&rsquo;s house.<br \/>\nPeople started coming out pretty soon. They all had their faces<br \/>\npainted black and their eyes were red from sad crying. It was night,<br \/>\nso they did not see the two friends. The brother of the chief&rsquo;s<br \/>\nson came out. The chief&rsquo;s son called his brother. The little boy<br \/>\nwas scared and ran back and told his mother that his brother and<br \/>\nhis friend were outside. &quot;Are you teasing me?&quot; she said angrily.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;No,&quot;. he said, &quot;It&rsquo;s really them. I&rsquo;ll prove it.&quot;<br \/>\nThe little boy ran outside and the chief&rsquo;s son gave his little brother<br \/>\nhis shirt. He took It to his mother. His mother ran out to see the<br \/>\ntwo boys, yelling for the whole village to come. Everybody started<br \/>\ncrying again, but now it was happy crying.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mythologie Haida-Tlingit-Tsimshian Wiki Les\u00a0Tlingits sont une ethnie indig\u00e8ne d\u2019Am\u00e9rique du Nord, plus pr\u00e9cis\u00e9ment un peuple autochtone d\u2019Alaska. 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