{"id":24018,"date":"2022-10-17T07:28:11","date_gmt":"2022-10-17T07:28:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/?page_id=24018"},"modified":"2022-10-17T07:30:45","modified_gmt":"2022-10-17T07:30:45","slug":"iktomi-and-the-ducks","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/sioux-mitologia-lakota-dakota-nakota\/iktomi-y-los-patos\/","title":{"rendered":"Iktomi y los patos"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/sioux-mitologia-lakota-dakota-nakota\/\" role=\"button\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t\tMitolog\u00eda sioux<br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a><br \/>\n\t\t\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.firstpeople.us\/FP-Html-Legends\/IktomiandtheDucks-Lakota.html\" role=\"button\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t\tWiki<br \/>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>El Lakota<\/strong> o Titunwans (&quot;gente de la pradera&quot;) o Tetons en ingl\u00e9s (territorio tradicional de Dakota\/Wyoming) fue originalmente uno de los siete incendios del consejo. Esta es su historia: Iktomi y los patos.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/cropped-AlphaOmega-e1602613368367.png\" alt=\"Iktomi y los patos\" 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\/sioux-mitologia-lakota-dakota-nakota\/iktomi-y-los-patos\/#Iktomi-and-the-Ducks\" >Iktomi y los patos<\/a><\/li><\/ul><\/nav><\/div>\n<h2><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"Iktomi-and-the-Ducks\"><\/span>Iktomi y los patos<span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h2>\n<p>One day Iktomi sat hungry within his tipi. Suddenly he rushed out,<br \/>\ndragging after him his blanket. Quickly spreading it on the ground,<br \/>\nhe tore up dry tall grass with both his hands and tossed it fast<br \/>\ninto the blanket.<\/p>\n<p>Tying all the four corners together in a knot, he threw the light<br \/>\nbundle of grass over his shoulder. Snatching up a slender willow<br \/>\nstick with his free left hand, he started off with a hop and a leap.<br \/>\nFrom side to side bounced, the bundle on his back, as he ran light-footed<br \/>\nover the uneven ground.<\/p>\n<p>Soon he came to the edge of the great level land. On the hilltop<br \/>\nhe paused for breath. With wicked smacks of his dry parched lips,<br \/>\nas if tasting some tender meat, he looked straight into space toward<br \/>\nthe marshy river bottom. With a thin palm shading his eyes from<br \/>\nthe western sun, he peered far away into the lowlands, munching<br \/>\nhis own cheeks all the while.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Ah-ha!&quot; grunted he, satisfied with what he saw. A group<br \/>\nof wild ducks were dancing and feasting in the marshes. With wings<br \/>\noutspread, tip to tip, they moved up and down in a large circle.<br \/>\nWithin the ring, around a small drum, sat the chosen singers, nodding<br \/>\ntheir heads and blinking their eyes.<\/p>\n<p>They sang in unison a merry dance-song, and beat a lively tattoo<br \/>\non the drum. Following a winding footpath near by, came a bent figure<br \/>\nof a <a href=\"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/sioux-mitologia-lakota-dakota-nakota\/\">Lakota<\/a> brave. He bore on his back a very large bundle. With<br \/>\na willow cane he propped himself up as he staggered along beneath his burden.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Ho! who is there?&quot; called out a curious old duck, still<br \/>\nbobbing up and down in the circular dance. Hereupon the drummers<br \/>\nstretched their necks till they strangled their song for a look<br \/>\nat the stranger passing by.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Ho, Iktomi! Old fellow, pray tell us what you carry in your<br \/>\nblanket. Do not hurry off! Stop! halt!&quot; urged one of the singers.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;\u00a1Detente! \u00a1Qu\u00e9date! \u00a1Mu\u00e9stranos qu\u00e9 hay en tu manta!&quot; gritaron otras voces.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;My friends, I must not spoil your dance. Oh, you would not<br \/>\ncare to see if you only knew what is in my blanket. Sing on! dance<br \/>\non! I must not show you what I carry on my back,&quot; answered<br \/>\nIktomi, nudging his own sides with his elbows.<\/p>\n<p>This reply broke up the ring entirely. Now all the ducks crowded<br \/>\nabout Iktomi. &quot;We must see what you carry! We must know what<br \/>\nis in your blanket!&quot; they shouted in both his ears. Some even<br \/>\nbrushed their wings against the mysterious bundle.<\/p>\n<p>Nudging himself again, wily Iktomi said, &quot;My friends, &lsquo;It<br \/>\nis only a pack of songs I carry in my blanket.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;\u00a1Oh, entonces d\u00e9janos escuchar tus canciones!&quot; gritaron los patos curiosos.<\/p>\n<p>At length Iktomi consented to sing his songs. With delight all<br \/>\nthe ducks flapped their wings and cried together, &quot;Hoye! hoye!&quot;<br \/>\nIktomi, with great care, laid down his bundle on the ground. &quot;I<br \/>\nwill build first a round straw house, for I never sing my songs<br \/>\nin the open air,&quot; said he.<\/p>\n<p>Quickly he bent green willow sticks, planting both ends of each<br \/>\npole into the earth. These he covered thick with reeds and grasses.<br \/>\nSoon the straw hut was ready. One by one the fat ducks waddled in<br \/>\nthrough a small opening, which was the only entranceway. Beside<br \/>\nthe door Iktomi stood smiling, as the ducks, eying his bundle of<br \/>\nsongs, strutted into the hut.<\/p>\n<p>In a strange low voice Iktomi began his queer old tunes. All the<br \/>\nducks sat round-eyed in a circle about the mysterious singer. It<br \/>\nwas dim in that straw hut, for Iktomi had not forgot to cover up<br \/>\nthe small entrance way. All of a sudden his song burst into full<br \/>\nvoice. As the startled ducks sat uneasily on the ground, Iktomi<br \/>\nchanged his tune into a minor strain. These were the words he sang:<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Istokmus wacipo, tuwayatunwanpi kinhan ista nishashapi kta,&quot;<br \/>\nwhich is, &quot;With eyes closed you must dance. He who dares to<br \/>\nopen his eyes, forever red eyes shall have.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>Up rose the circle of seated ducks and holding their wings close<br \/>\nagainst their sides began to dance to the rhythm of Iktomi&rsquo;s song<br \/>\nand drum. With eyes closed they did dance! Iktomi ceased to beat<br \/>\nhis drum. He began to sing louder and faster. He seemed to be moving<br \/>\nabout in the center of the ring.<\/p>\n<p>No duck dared blink a wink. Each one shut his eyes very tight and<br \/>\ndanced even harder. Up and down! Shifting to the right of them they<br \/>\nhopped round and round in that blind dance. It was a difficult dance<br \/>\nfor the curious folk.<\/p>\n<p>At length one of the dancers could close his eyes no longer! It<br \/>\nwas a Skiska who peeped the least tiny blink at Iktomi within the<br \/>\ncenter of the circle. &quot;Oh! oh!&quot; squawked he in awful terror!<br \/>\n&quot;Run! fly! Iktomi is twisting your heads and breaking your<br \/>\nnecks! Run out and fly! fly!&quot; he cried. Hereupon the ducks opened their eyes.<\/p>\n<p>There beside Iktomi&rsquo;s bundle of songs lay half of their crowd &#8211;<br \/>\nflat on their backs. Out they flew through the opening Skiska had<br \/>\nmade as he rushed forth with his alarm. But as they soared high<br \/>\ninto the blue sky they cried to one another: &quot;Oh! your eyes<br \/>\nare red-red!&quot; &quot;And yours are red-red!&quot; For the warning<br \/>\nwords of the magic minor strain had proven true.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Ah-ha!&quot; laughed Iktomi, untying the four corners of<br \/>\nhis blanket, &quot;I shall sit no more hungry within my dwelling.&quot;<br \/>\nHomeward he trudged along with nice fat ducks in his blanket. He<br \/>\nleft the little straw hut for the rains and winds to pull down.<br \/>\nHaving reached his own tipi on the high level lands, Iktomi kindled<br \/>\na large fire out of doors. He planted sharp-pointed sticks around<br \/>\nthe leaping flames. On each stake he fastened a duck to roast. A<br \/>\nfew he buried under the ashes to bake.<\/p>\n<p>Disappearing within his tipi, he came out again with some huge<br \/>\nseashells. These were his dishes. Placing one under each roasting<br \/>\nduck, he muttered, &quot;The sweet fat oozing out will taste well<br \/>\nwith the hard-cooked breasts.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>Heaping more willows upon the fire, Iktomi sat down on the ground<br \/>\nwith crossed shins. A long chin between his knees pointed toward<br \/>\nthe red flames, while his eyes were on the browning ducks. Just<br \/>\nabove his ankles he clasped and unclasped his long bony fingers.<br \/>\nNow and then he sniffed impatiently the savory odor.<\/p>\n<p>The brisk wind which stirred the fire also played with a squeaky<br \/>\nold tree beside Iktomi&rsquo;s wigwam. From side to side the tree was<br \/>\nswaying and crying in an old man&rsquo;s voice, &quot;Help! I&rsquo;ll break! I&rsquo;ll fall!&quot;<\/p>\n<p>Iktomi shrugged his great shoulders, but did not once take his<br \/>\neyes from the ducks. The dripping of amber oil into pearly dishes,<br \/>\ndrop by drop, pleased his hungry eyes.<\/p>\n<p>Still the old tree man called for help. &quot;He! What sound is<br \/>\nit that makes my ear ache!&quot; exclaimed Iktomi, holding a hand<br \/>\non his ear. He rose and looked around. The squeaking came from the<br \/>\ntree. Then he began climbing the tree to find the disagreeable sound.<br \/>\nHe placed his foot right on a cracked limb without seeing it. Just<br \/>\nthen a whiff of wind came rushing by and pressed together the broken<br \/>\nedges. There in a strong wooden hand Iktomi&rsquo;s foot was caught.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Oh! my foot is crushed!&quot; he howled like a coward. In<br \/>\nvain he pulled and puffed to free himself.<\/p>\n<p>While sitting a prisoner on the tree he spied, through his tears,<br \/>\na pack of gray wolves roaming over the level lands. Waving his hands<br \/>\ntoward them, he called in his loudest voice, &quot;He! Gray wolves!<br \/>\nDon&rsquo;t you come here! I&rsquo;m caught fast in the tree so that my duck<br \/>\nfeast is getting cold. Don&rsquo;t you come to eat up my meal.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>The leader of the pack upon hearing Iktomi&rsquo;s words turned to his<br \/>\ncomrades and said: &quot;Ah! hear the foolish fellow! He says he<br \/>\nhas a duck feast to be eaten! Let us hurry there for our share!&quot;<\/p>\n<p>Away bounded the wolves toward Iktomi&rsquo;s lodge. From the tree Iktomi<br \/>\nwatched the hungry wolves eat up his nicely browned fat ducks. His<br \/>\nfoot pained him more and more. He heard them crack the small round<br \/>\nbones with their strong long teeth and eat out the oily marrow.<\/p>\n<p>Now severe pains shot up from his foot through his whole body.<br \/>\n&quot;Hin-hin-hin!&quot; sobbed Iktomi. Real tears washed brown<br \/>\nstreaks across his red-painted cheeks.<\/p>\n<p>Smacking their lips, the wolves began to leave the place, when<br \/>\nIktomi cried out like a pouting child, &quot;At least you have left<br \/>\nmy baking under the ashes!&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Ho! Po!&quot; shouted the mischievous wolves; &quot;he shays<br \/>\nmore ducks are to be found under the ashes! Come! Let us have our<br \/>\nfill this once!&quot; Running back to the dead fire, they pawed<br \/>\nout the ducks with such rude haste that a cloud of ashes rose like<br \/>\ngray smoke over them.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Hin-hin-hin!&quot; moaned Iktomi, when the wolves had scampered<br \/>\noff. All too late, the sturdy breeze returned, and, passing by,<br \/>\npulled apart the broken edges of the tree. Iktomi was released.<br \/>\nBut alas! he had no duck feast.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sioux Mythology Wiki Los Lakotas o Titunwans (&quot;gente de la pradera&quot;) o Tetons en ingl\u00e9s (territorio tradicional de Dakota\/Wyoming) constitu\u00edan... <\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":3889,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-24018","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/24018","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24018"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/24018\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24022,"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/24018\/revisions\/24022"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3889"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mythslegendes.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24018"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}