Gathering the Stories » Coyote https://www.gatheringthestories.org of place. Thu, 31 Oct 2024 20:18:57 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.6.1 Landscape of Visions https://www.gatheringthestories.org/2020/02/14/landscape-of-visions/ https://www.gatheringthestories.org/2020/02/14/landscape-of-visions/#comments Fri, 14 Feb 2020 19:53:15 +0000 Haven http://www.gatheringthestories.org/?p=2085 This is a photo of my hometown of Carson, Washington taken in the year 1925. The domed mountain in the right hand side is Wind Mountain. 10473063_1117725894905723_815477723240662057_oGrowing up, I could see Wind Mountain directly from my bedroom window. I would get lost in daydream, which is a pretty common occurrence for me, and wonder how my ancestors revered and interacted with this landscape. What was it about this mountain that made it holy or sacred? Was it because of it’s stand alone features in the middle of the Cascade Mountain range? Was is it because of the sacred mineral waters that bubbled and boiled in her shadows? Or, was it because it could have been where the actual land bridge, known as the Bridge of the Gods, could have crossed the mighty river? – And Who had the first Vision on her lofty peak? Was it Coyote?

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Chinook – Coyote Builds Willamette Falls and the Magic Fish Trap https://www.gatheringthestories.org/2020/01/19/chinook-coyote-builds-willamette-falls-and-the-magic-fish-trap/ https://www.gatheringthestories.org/2020/01/19/chinook-coyote-builds-willamette-falls-and-the-magic-fish-trap/#comments Sun, 19 Jan 2020 07:54:30 +0000 Haven http://www.gatheringthestories.org/?p=1855 Coyote came to a place near Oregon City and found the people there very hungry. The river was full of salmon, but they had no way to spear them in the deep water. Coyote decided he would build a big waterfall, so that the salmon would come to the surface for spearing. Then he would build a fish trap there too. First he tried at the mouth of Pudding River, but it was no good, and all he made was a gravel bar there. So he went on down the river to Rock Island, and it was better, but after making the rapids there he gave up again and went farther down still. Where the Willamette Falls are now, he found just the right place, and he made the Falls high and wide.1471357_704065902938393_808146150_n (1) All the Indians came and began to fish. Now Coyote made his magic fish trap. He made it so it would speak, and say Noseepsk! when it was full. Because he was pretty hungry, Coyote decided to try it first himself. He set the trap by the Falls, and then ran back up the shore to prepare to make a cooking fire. But he had only begun when the trap called out, “Noseepsk!”

He hurried back; indeed the trap was full of salmon. Running back with them, he started his fire again, but again the fish trap cried “Noseepsk! Noseepsk!” He went again and found the trap full of salmon. Again he ran to the shore with them; again he had hardly gotten to his fire when the trap called out, “Noseepsk! Noseepsk!” It happened again, and again; the fifth time Coyote became angry and said to the trap, “What, can’t you wait with your fish catching until I’ve built a fire?” The trap was very offended by Coyote’s impatience and stopped working right then. So after that the people had to spear their salmon as best they could.

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Chinook – Coyote https://www.gatheringthestories.org/2018/10/17/chinook-coyote/ https://www.gatheringthestories.org/2018/10/17/chinook-coyote/#comments Wed, 17 Oct 2018 19:13:39 +0000 Haven http://www.gatheringthestories.org/?p=1637 Coyote was coming. He came to Gôt’a't. There he met a heavy surf. He was afraid that he might be drifted away and went up to the spruce trees. He stayed there a long time. Then he took some sand and threw it upon that surf: “This shall be a prairie and no surf. The future generations shall walk on this prairie.” Thus Clatsop became a prairie. The surf became a prairie.

coyoteAt Niâ’xaqcê a creek originated. He went and built a house at Niâ’xaqcê. He went out and stayed at the month of Niâ’xaqcê. Then he speared two silver-side salmon, a steel-head salmon, and a fall salmon. Then he threw the salmon and the fall salmon away, saying: “This creek is too small. I do not like to see here salmon and fall salmon. It shall be a bad omen when a fall salmon is killed here; somebody shall die; also when a salmon is killed. When a female salmon or fall salmon is killed a woman shall die; when a male is killed a man shall die.” Now he carried only the silver-side salmon to his house. When he arrived there he cut it at once, steamed it and ate it. On the next day he took his harpoon and went again to the mouth of Niâ’xaqcê. He did not see anything, and the flood tide set in. He went home. On the next day he went again and did not see anything. Then he became angry and went home. He defecated and said to his excrements: “Why have these silver-side salmon disappeared?” “Oh, you with your bandy legs, you have no sense. When the first silver-side salmon is killed it must not be cut. It must be split along its back and roasted. It must not be steamed. Only when they go up river then they may be steamed.” Coyote went home. On the next day he went again and speared three. He went home and made three spits. He roasted each salmon on a spit. He had three salmon and three spits. On the next day he went again and stood at the month of the creek. He did not see anything until the flood tide set in. Then he became angry and went home. He defecated. He spoke and asked his excrements: “Why have these silver-side salmon disappeared?” His excrements said to him: “I told you, you with your bandy legs, when the first silver-side salmon are killed spits must be made, one for the head, one for the back, one for the roe, one for the body. The gills must be burnt.” “Yes,” said

Grays River, WA.

Grays River, WA.

Coyote. On the next day he went again. He killed again three silver-side salmon. When he arrived at home he cut them all and made many spits. He roasted them all separately. The spits of the breast, body, head, back, and roe were at separate places. Coyote, roasted them. On the next morning he went again. He speared ten silver-side salmon. Coyote, was very glad. He came home and split part of the fish. The other part he left and went to sleep. On the next morning he roasted the rest. Then he went again and stood at the mouth of the river. He did not see anything before the flood tide set in. He went home. On the next morning he went again, but again he did not see anything. He went home angry. He defecated and asked his excrements: “Why have these silver-side salmon disappeared?” His excrements scolded him: “When the first silver-side salmon are killed, they are not left raw. All must be roasted. When many are caught, they must all be roasted before you go to sleep.” On the next morning Coyote went and stood at the mouth of the river. He speared ten. Then he made many double spits, and remained awake until all were roasted that he had caught. Now he had learned all that is forbidden in regard to silver-side salmon when they arrive first at Niâ’xaqcê. He remained there and said: “The Indians shall always do as I had to do. If a man who prepares corpses eats a silver-side salmon, they shall disappear at once. If a murderer eats silver-side salmon, they shall at once disappear. They shall also disappear when a girl who has just reached maturity or when a menstruating woman eats them. Even I got tired.”

Willapa Hills, WA.

Willapa Hills, WA.

Now he came this way. At some distance he met a number of women who were digging roots. He asked them: “What are you doing?” “We are digging gamass.” “How can you dig gamass at Clatsop? You shall dig [a root, species?] and thistle [?] roots in this country. No gamass will be dug here.” Now they gathered [a root, species?] and thistle [?] roots. He left these women and spoiled that land. He transformed the gamass into small onions.

Then he came to Clatsop. It was the spring of the year. Then he met his younger brother the snake. He said to him: “Let us make nets.” The snake replied: “As you wish.” Now they bought material for twine, and paid the frog and the newt to spin it. Now Coyote cleaned all the material for twine while the snake was crawling about. Then the frog and the newt spun it. Then Coyote said to his younger brother: “Clean it, clean it. You crawl about all day.” Thus he spoke to the snake. Coyote continued: “You shall make one side of the net, I make the other.” Coyote finished his twine and said to the snake: “Quick! quick! you let me wait. Make your net.” The snake replied: “You let me wait.” Thus he spoke to Coyote. Now, Coyote made his net. He finished it all. The two women made the ropes, Coyote made the net buoys; while the snake crawled about. Coyote said: “Make your net buoys; you let me wait.” Thus he said to the snake. The snake replied: “Make haste! you let me wait.” Coyote finished his net buoys. Then he went to look for stones, and the snake accompanied him. They went for stones to Tongue point. The snake crawled about among the stones, while Coyote carried them down. They went home. After they reached home Coyote went to gather spruce roots. The snake accompanied him. Coyote dug, up the ground and the snake crawled about at the same place. They went home. Coyote split the spruce roots. “Go on; work,” he spoke to the snake; “you let me wait.” The snake replied: “Quick, quick; work! you let me wait.” Now Coyote tied his net to the buoys and laid it down flat on a large mat. Then he tied it to the buoys. The snake crawled about at the same place. Coyote finished his net and hung it up outside. Early the next morning he stepped out of the house, and there hung already the net of the snake. “Oh, brother,” he said, “you got the better of me.” Coyote was ashamed. The snake had won over him. Coyote said: “When a person makes a net, he shall get tired before he finishes it. It would not be well if he would not get tired.” The snake said to him: “I told you that you would let me wait.”

Les Brown photo. ©2012

Les Brown photo. ©2012

It got day. Then they went to catch salmon in their net. They laid the net and caught two in it. Coyote jumped over the net. Now they intended to catch more salmon, but the flood-tide set in. They had caught only two before the flood-tide set in. Now they went home. Coyote said that he was hungry, and he split the salmon at once. They roasted them. When they were done they ate. The frog and the newt were their cousins. The next morning they went fishing with their net. The newt looked after the rope, the snake stood at the upper end of the net, Coyote at the lower end. They intended to catch salmon, but they did not get anything until the flood-tide set in. They went home. Coyote was angry. He defecated and spoke to his excrements: “You are a liar.” They said to him: “You with your bandy- legs. When people kill a salmon they do not jump over the net. You must not step over your net. When the first salmon are killed, they are not cut until the afternoon.” “Oh,” said Coyote, “You told me enough.” On the next morning they went fishing. When they had killed a salmon they did not jump over the net. They laid their net twice. Enough salmon were in the net. Then he ordered the newt: “Bail out the canoe, it is full of water.” She bailed it out. Then they intended to fish again, but the flood-tide set in. They went home and put down what they had caught in the house. In the afternoon Coyote split the salmon. He split them in the same way as the silver-side salmon. He placed the head, the back, the body, and the roe in separate places and on separate double spits. They were done. The next morning they went fishing. They did not kill anything. Coyote became angry and defecated. He said to his excrements: “Tell me, why have these salmon disappeared?” His excrements scolded him: “Do you think their taboo is the same as that of the silver-side salmon? It is different. When you go fishing salmon and they go into your net., you may lay it three times. No more salmon will go into it. It is enough then. Never bail out your canoe. When you come home and cut the salmon, you must split it at the sides and roast belly and back on separate double spits. Then put four sticks vertically into the ground [so that they form a square] and lay two horizontal sticks across them. On top of this frame place the back with the head and the tail attached to it.” He said to his excrements: “You told me enough.” On the next morning they went fishing and killed three salmon. They did not bail out their canoe. Then he said to the newt: “Fetch a stick from the woods. We will make a club.” She went and brought a stick. Then they laid their net again. Again a salmon was in it and he killed it with his club. They intended to continue fishing, but the flood-tide set in. They killed four only. They put down their salmon. In the afternoon Coyote cut them and put four sticks into the ground. Now he did as his excrements had told him. When they were done he broke the backbone at once. On the next morning they went fishing. They did not kill anything before the flood-tide set in. They went home. Coyote was angry and defecated. “Why have these salmon disappeared?” he asked his excrements. “I told you,” they said to Coyote; “do you think their taboo is the same as that of the silver-side salmon? It is different. When you kill a salmon you must never strike it with a stick. When they may be boiled, then you may strike them with a stick. When it is almost autumn you may strike them with a stick. Do not break a salmon’s backbone when they just begin to come. When you have killed a salmon take sand, strew it on its eye, and press it with your fist. Do not club it.” Coyote said: “You have told me enough.” On the next morning they went fishing. Salmon went into the net; three went into the net immediately. He strewed sand on each and pressed each. He killed many salmon. They went home and roasted them. When they were done he distributed them among the people of the town above Clatsop. Now they dried them. On the next morning they went fishing. They tried to fish but did not catch anything before the flood-tide set in. They went home. Coyote was angry. He defecated: “Why have these salmon disappeared?” “I told you. you lean one, with your bandy-legs. There are many taboos relating to the salmon. When you have killed many salmon you must never carry them outside the house. You must roast and eat them at the same place. When part is left they must stay it the same place. When you want to dry them you must do so when the flood-tide sets in on the day after you have caught them.” He said to them: “You have told me enough.” On the next morning they went fishing again. They killed many salmon. They roasted them all. When they were done he invited the people. The newt was sent out. They came to eat in Coyote’s house. They finished eating. Then they left there what they had not eaten. Now it was low water in the morning. They went out early to lay their net, but they did not catch anything. They fished until the flood-tide set in. They did not kill anything. They were unsuccessful. Twice they tried to go fishing early in the morning, but they were unsuccessful; they did not catch anything. Coyote defecated and said to his excrements: “Why have the salmon disappeared?” Coyote received the answer: “I told you, you lean one, that the salmon has many taboos. When you go fishing and it is ebb-tide early in the morning, you must not lay your net before sunrise. The salmon must not be carried outside until a crow takes one and carries it outside. Then it must be distributed raw. No fire must be made until daylight; the breast must not be eaten before the next day. When salmon are roasted at a tire and they are done, water must be poured into the fire.” He said to his excrements: “You have told me enough. The Indians shall always do this way. Thus shall be the taboos for all generations of Indians. Even I got tired.”

Jennie Michel, descendant of the Clatsop Tribe. Ca. 1900

Jennie Michel, descendant of the Clatsop Tribe. Ca. 1900

Thus spoke Coyote about the taboos of Clatsop. He said to his cousins: “We will move to the other side.” The newt made herself ready. Then the snake looked at the frog, who was growling. The snake reached her, struck, and killed her.

Now they arrived here on this side. They went fishing and killed salmon. He did the same way as in Clatsop. He strewed sand on the eye of that salmon. He pressed its eye. Then they intended to fish again, but they did not kill anything. They went home. On the following morning they went again fishing, but they did not kill anything On the next morning they went fishing again, but they did not kill anything. Coyote scolded. He defecated: “Why have these salmon disappeared?” “Oh, you foolish Coyote. When you kill a salmon you must kick it. Do you think it is the same here as at Clatsop?” “Oh, said Coyote. On the next morning they went fishing again. They laid their net and caught two salmon. They laid their net again and caught three salmon. He threw one ashore. It fell down head first so that the mouth struck the sand. They tried to lay their net again but they did not kill anything. They tried to fish until the flood tide set in. They had not killed anything. They had caught five only. They went home. In the evening Coyote cut the salmon and roasted them. They were done. The following morning they went fishing, but did not kill anything. Coyote scolded. He defecated: “Why have these salmon disappeared?” “Oh, you foolish Coyote. Do you think it is the same here as at Clatsop? Do not throw salmon ashore so that the head is downward. It is taboo. When you kill a salmon go and pick salmonberries. When you have caught many salmon put salmonberries into the mouth of each.” “Oh, you have told me enough,” he said to his excrements. The next morning they again went fishing. They killed many salmon. He sent the newt to pick salmonberries. The newt brought salmonberries. Now they put those berries into the mouths of those salmon. It got day and they went fishing again. They met fishermen on the water. A short distance down river they laid their net. They laid it several times and went up the river a short distance. They passed the canoes of those fishermen. They laid their net and intended to fish, but they did not kill anything. They were unsuccessful. They went home. Coyote scolded. He defecated: “Why have these salmon disappeared?” “You lean one! When yon kill a salmon, and you have laid your net at one place and you kill one more, you must lay your net at the same place. You must not pass a canoe with fishermen in it. It is taboo.” “Yes,” said Coyote. On the next day they went again fishing. Coyote said: “Even I got tired. The Indians shall always do in the same manner. Murderers, those who prepare corpses, girls who are just mature, menstruating women, widows and widowers shall not eat salmon. Thus shall be the taboos for all generations of people.”

Chinook Texts by Franz Boas. [1894] (U.S. Bureau of American Ethnology Bulletin, no 20.)

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The Drive https://www.gatheringthestories.org/2015/01/31/the-drive/ https://www.gatheringthestories.org/2015/01/31/the-drive/#comments Sat, 31 Jan 2015 07:21:40 +0000 Haven http://www.gatheringthestories.org/?p=1377
'Chehalis' | © 2015 H a v e n

‘Chehalis’ | © 2015 H a v e n

A thirst lingers even when the rainy seasons fall. A thirst for old ways that seem to be eaten by the rusty splinters of time. Injected with the last breath, tree gives way to steel, steel gives way to silicone. I sometimes get in my car and drive as hard and as far away as I can, where stories still linger in old dusty corners, and the quiet nod of the neighbor is the loudest conversation heard all day. I drive until beauty overwhelms my senses, pull over and exhale. I drink in the mists, eat the landscape and remember how to pray.

'Dream |V' | © 2015 H a v e n

‘Dream |V’ | © 2015 H a v e n

I use to pray, even if the sounds echoed into empty space. I felt some faith those words would reach some distant star and portals would open up in the night sky. But, instead, I would dream. I would dream until I forgot it was I was dreaming about, what was the reason for the journey? I often find the journey is the only thing that keeps me still, most times, nodding off to the narcotic rhetoric of the modern age. It is in these journeys, I meet my guides, who, with unforeseen hands, move the air of the fates in and out of existence and Coyote always seems to wake me up right before the climax. Now I pray to keep this car on the road as it climbs into the mists of unseen vistas, comprehending god.

'Pleasant Hill' | © 2015 H a v e n

‘Pleasant Hill’ | © 2015 H a v e n

Myth, I believe is subject to the winds of which it is blown. Times have changed, and times are changing, but the story tellers are lost behind their reality TV shows and quick fix GMO hungry man. Myth, feeling lost, stagnant, forgotten, found homes in the catharsis of our youth. And sometimes, judge Judy and Jerry Springer are the only story tellers we have left. So be it. I will keep driving, and if some one stops to share a bit of forgotten, timeless wisdom, I am all ears…..

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How Coyote Helped The People- Columbia Basin Tribes https://www.gatheringthestories.org/2013/11/22/how-coyote-helped-the-people-columbia-basin-tribes/ https://www.gatheringthestories.org/2013/11/22/how-coyote-helped-the-people-columbia-basin-tribes/#comments Fri, 22 Nov 2013 22:45:30 +0000 Haven http://www.gatheringthestories.org/?p=909 This is a composite of many tales related by many tribes that once lived along the Columbia River and its tributaries. For the sake of this story, the many traditions have been weaved together. No one tribe told about all these deeds of Coyote.

Artist unknown

Artist unknown

The part about Lake Chelan and the waterfall was told by Billy Curlew, at that time he was the present titular chief of the Moses-Columbia band of Indians, to the Forest Supervisor at the agency at Nespelem, with lack Jack Weipe as interpreter.

After Old-One had made the earth and the ancient animal people, he sent Coyote among them, because they were very ignorant and were having a hard time. Coyote was told to kill the evil beings who preyed upon them and to teach them the best way of doing things.

Bonneville Dam

Bonneville Dam

First he broke down the dam which five Beaver women bad built in the lower Columbia.”It is not right,” he said to them, “for you to keep the salmon penned up here. The people farther up the river are hungry.”

Then he changed the Beaver women into sandpipers. “You shall forevermore be sandpipers,” he said. “You shall always run by the water’s edge. You shall never again have control over salmon.”

By this time so many salmon had come up from the mouth of Big River that the water was dark with them. Coyote walked along the bank of the river, and the salmon followed him in the water. At all the villages, the animal people were glad to see him and the fish he brought. Their hunger was over.

map of  white salmon area 1887

map of white salmon area 1887

When he came to the Little White Salmon River, he stopped and taught the people how to make a fish trap. He twisted young twigs of hazel brush and hung the trap in the river. Then he showed the people how to dry fish and how to store it for winter use.When he came to the bigger White Salmon River, he showed the people how to spear salmon. He made a spear from the inside bark of a white fir tree and caught the salmon with the pointed end of the spear.

“This is how you should do it,” said Coyote.

Wishram Grandmother preparing Salmon. Edward S. Curtis photo.

Wishram Grandmother preparing Salmon. Edward S. Curtis photo.

Wherever he stopped, he showed the people how to cook fish. They had always eaten it raw. He showed them how to broil salmon by holding it over the fire on sticks. And he showed them how to cook it in a pothole. Along Big River, to this day, there is a round-bottomed hole in the rocks, a hole that people call Coyote’s Kettle. Coyote put salmon in that hole, poured a little water over it, dropped hot stones into the pothole, and covered everything with green grass to hold the steam. Thus the salmon was steamed until it was tender.”This is how you should do it,” Coyote told the people.

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Preparing salmon for the First Salmon Ceremony. Stock image

Then he and the people had a big feast – a feast of salmon cooked in the proper way, the way he explained to them. Coyote said to the animal people along Big River and along all the streams which flow into it, “Every spring the salmon will come up the river to lay their eggs. Every spring you must have a big feast like this to celebrate the coming of the salmon. Then you will thank the salmon spirits for guiding the fish up the streams to you, and your Salmon Chief will pray to those spirits to fill your fish traps. During the five days of the feast, you must not cut the salmon with a knife, and you must cook it only by roasting it over a fire. If you do as I tell you, you will always have plenty of salmon to catch and to dry for winter.”

Yakama River.

Yakama River.

Then Coyote traveled farther up the river, and the salmon followed him. Often he came to a smaller stream flowing into Big River. Because the people along the Yakima and Wenatchee rivers treated him kindly, he sent the fish up their rivers and promised them that every spring the salmon would return. Where he was treated very kindly, he made the river narrow in one spot. He would make the two banks of a river almost meet, so that there would be a good place for catching salmon.When he came to the animal people along the Chelan River, he said to them, “I will send many salmon up your river if you will give me a nice young girl for my wife.”

Lake Chelan.

Lake Chelan.

But the Chelan people refused. They thought it was not proper for a young girl to marry anyone as old as Coyote. So Coyote angrily blocked up the canyon of Chelan River with huge rocks and thus made a waterfall. The water dammed up behind the rocks and formed Lake Chelan. The salmon could never get past the waterfall. That is why there are no salmon in Lake Chelan to this day.

Artist rendering of Spokane Falls, 1888 from the book 'The Great Northwest.'

Artist rendering of Spokane Falls, 1888

Coyote made a waterfall in the Okanogan River because the girls there refused to marry him. He made a waterfall in the Spokane River because the chief along the upper river would not let him marry any girl among his people. Coyote said to the chiefs along the Okanogan and the Spokane “I will make falls here. I will make falls so that the salmon cannot get past them, to your people farther up the river.”As Coyote traveled up the rivers, he gave names to the streams and the mountains. He killed monsters that were destroying the animal people. He killed the Ice People and defeated Blizzard, so that the winters would not be so cold.

Pre-dammed Cascades. 1912(?) author unknown.

Pre-dammed Cascades. 1912(?) author unknown.

He planted trees, so that when the new people, the Indians, should come, they could burn wood and keep themselves warm. He planted huckleberries in the mountains. “People must climb to get these berries,” he said. “It will not be good for them to get all food easily. They will become lazy.” He planted strawberries and service berry bushes. He planted camas, kouse, and other roots, so that there would be all kinds of food for the new people. After the new people, the Indians, came, he showed them how to make fire by twirling sticks between their hands. He made a long knife to cut with, and an ax to chop with. He peeled bark off a cedar tree and made a cedar-bark canoe. “This is how you should do it,” he said.

Arrow and spear collection -columbia river basin.

Arrow and spear collection -columbia river basin.

He taught them how to make bows and arrows from young arrowwood, and how to use the weapons. He made dip nets from maple and willow twigs, and showed the Indians how to catch salmon with them. He taught them how to make fishing platforms near the falls of Big River and how to spear salmon from these platforms. He made a basket trap also for catching fish. Coyote taught the Indians that salmon must always be kept clean. “if you do not keep them clean after you have caught them,” Coyote said, “they will be ashamed and not come up the river any more.

Salmon offering plate.

Salmon offering plate.

“And you must never cook any more than you can eat. If you cook three salmon when you are able to eat only half of one, the salmon will be ashamed and will refuse to enter your river.”

Many times he traveled up and down Big River and its branch rivers, teaching the people many useful things. Almost everything the Indians knew, Coyote taught them. He did many good things, but he did many wicked things also.

Indians say that when Coyote had done all the good things he could do, he was given a place in the sky. Other Indians say that he was punished for the bad things he had done.

Hail Coyote! Unknown photographer.

Hail Coyote! Unknown photographer.

He climbed to the sky on a rope. He climbed all one summer and all one winter. Then he fell down for a long, long time. When he struck the ground, he was mashed flat.

Lying there, he heard a voice say, “You shall always be a wanderer and shall forever howl and cry for your sins.”

That is why coyotes howl and cry at night. That is why they wander hungry and friendless over the earth.

*This story taken from the book Indian Legends of the Pacific Northwest, Ella E. Clark, University of California Press, 1953.

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<![CDATA[ This is a photo of my hometown of Carson, Washington taken in the year 1925. The domed mountain in the right hand side is Wind Mountain. Growing up, I could see Wind Mountain directly from my bedroom window. I would get lost in daydream, which is a pretty common occurrence for me, and wonder how [&#8230;] ]]>
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<![CDATA[ <p>This is a photo of my hometown of Carson, Washington taken in the year 1925. The domed mountain in the right hand side is Wind Mountain. <img src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/02/10473063_1117725894905723_815477723240662057_o-450x294.jpg" alt="10473063_1117725894905723_815477723240662057_o" width="450" height="294" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2086" />Growing up, I could see Wind Mountain directly from my bedroom window. I would get lost in daydream, which is a pretty common occurrence for me, and wonder how my ancestors revered and interacted with this landscape. What was it about this mountain that made it holy or sacred? Was it because of it&#8217;s stand alone features in the middle of the Cascade Mountain range? Was is it because of the sacred mineral waters that bubbled and boiled in her shadows? Or, was it because it could have been where the actual land bridge, known as the Bridge of the Gods, could have crossed the mighty river? &#8211; And Who had the first Vision on her lofty peak? Was it Coyote?</p> ]]>
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<title>Chinook – Coyote Builds Willamette Falls and the Magic Fish Trap</title>
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<![CDATA[ Coyote came to a place near Oregon City and found the people there very hungry. The river was full of salmon, but they had no way to spear them in the deep water. Coyote decided he would build a big waterfall, so that the salmon would come to the surface for spearing. Then he would [&#8230;] ]]>
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<![CDATA[ <p>Coyote came to a place near Oregon City and found the people there very hungry. The river was full of salmon, but they had no way to spear them in the deep water. Coyote decided he would build a big waterfall, so that the salmon would come to the surface for spearing. Then he would build a fish trap there too. First he tried at the mouth of Pudding River, but it was no good, and all he made was a gravel bar there. So he went on down the river to Rock Island, and it was better, but after making the rapids there he gave up again and went farther down still. Where the Willamette Falls are now, he found just the right place, and he made the Falls high and wide.<img src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/1471357_704065902938393_808146150_n-1.jpg" alt="1471357_704065902938393_808146150_n (1)" width="600" height="382" class="alignleft size-full wp-image-1856" /> All the Indians came and began to fish. Now Coyote made his magic fish trap. He made it so it would speak, and say Noseepsk! when it was full. Because he was pretty hungry, Coyote decided to try it first himself. He set the trap by the Falls, and then ran back up the shore to prepare to make a cooking fire. But he had only begun when the trap called out, &#8220;Noseepsk!&#8221;</p> <p>He hurried back; indeed the trap was full of salmon. Running back with them, he started his fire again, but again the fish trap cried &#8220;Noseepsk! Noseepsk!&#8221; He went again and found the trap full of salmon. Again he ran to the shore with them; again he had hardly gotten to his fire when the trap called out, &#8220;Noseepsk! Noseepsk!&#8221; It happened again, and again; the fifth time Coyote became angry and said to the trap, &#8220;What, can&#8217;t you wait with your fish catching until I&#8217;ve built a fire?&#8221; The trap was very offended by Coyote&#8217;s impatience and stopped working right then. So after that the people had to spear their salmon as best they could.</p> ]]>
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<title>Chinook – Coyote</title>
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<![CDATA[ Coyote was coming. He came to Gôt&#8217;a't. There he met a heavy surf. He was afraid that he might be drifted away and went up to the spruce trees. He stayed there a long time. Then he took some sand and threw it upon that surf: &#8220;This shall be a prairie and no surf. The [&#8230;] ]]>
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<![CDATA[ <p>Coyote was coming. He came to Gôt&#8217;a't. There he met a heavy surf. He was afraid that he might be drifted away and went up to the spruce trees. He stayed there a long time. Then he took some sand and threw it upon that surf: &#8220;This shall be a prairie and no surf. The future generations shall walk on this prairie.&#8221; Thus Clatsop became a prairie. The surf became a prairie.</p> <p><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-1638" alt="coyote" src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/coyote--450x253.jpg" width="450" height="253" />At Niâ&#8217;xaqcê a creek originated. He went and built a house at Niâ&#8217;xaqcê. He went out and stayed at the month of Niâ&#8217;xaqcê. Then he speared two silver-side salmon, a steel-head salmon, and a fall salmon. Then he threw the salmon and the fall salmon away, saying: &#8220;This creek is too small. I do not like to see here salmon and fall salmon. It shall be a bad omen when a fall salmon is killed here; somebody shall die; also when a salmon is killed. When a female salmon or fall salmon is killed a woman shall die; when a male is killed a man shall die.&#8221; Now he carried only the silver-side salmon to his house. When he arrived there he cut it at once, steamed it and ate it. On the next day he took his harpoon and went again to the mouth of Niâ&#8217;xaqcê. He did not see anything, and the flood tide set in. He went home. On the next day he went again and did not see anything. Then he became angry and went home. He defecated and said to his excrements: &#8220;Why have these silver-side salmon disappeared?&#8221; &#8220;Oh, you with your bandy legs, you have no sense. When the first silver-side salmon is killed it must not be cut. It must be split along its back and roasted. It must not be steamed. Only when they go up river then they may be steamed.&#8221; Coyote went home. On the next day he went again and speared three. He went home and made three spits. He roasted each salmon on a spit. He had three salmon and three spits. On the next day he went again and stood at the month of the creek. He did not see anything until the flood tide set in. Then he became angry and went home. He defecated. He spoke and asked his excrements: &#8220;Why have these silver-side salmon disappeared?&#8221; His excrements said to him: &#8220;I told you, you with your bandy legs, when the first silver-side salmon are killed spits must be made, one for the head, one for the back, one for the roe, one for the body. The gills must be burnt.&#8221; &#8220;Yes,&#8221; said</p> <div id="attachment_1474" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 460px"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1474" alt="Grays River, WA. " src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/IMG_3583-450x450.jpg" width="450" height="450" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Grays River, WA.</p></div> <p>Coyote. On the next day he went again. He killed again three silver-side salmon. When he arrived at home he cut them all and made many spits. He roasted them all separately. The spits of the breast, body, head, back, and roe were at separate places. Coyote, roasted them. On the next morning he went again. He speared ten silver-side salmon. Coyote, was very glad. He came home and split part of the fish. The other part he left and went to sleep. On the next morning he roasted the rest. Then he went again and stood at the mouth of the river. He did not see anything before the flood tide set in. He went home. On the next morning he went again, but again he did not see anything. He went home angry. He defecated and asked his excrements: &#8220;Why have these silver-side salmon disappeared?&#8221; His excrements scolded him: &#8220;When the first silver-side salmon are killed, they are not left raw. All must be roasted. When many are caught, they must all be roasted before you go to sleep.&#8221; On the next morning Coyote went and stood at the mouth of the river. He speared ten. Then he made many double spits, and remained awake until all were roasted that he had caught. Now he had learned all that is forbidden in regard to silver-side salmon when they arrive first at Niâ&#8217;xaqcê. He remained there and said: &#8220;The Indians shall always do as I had to do. If a man who prepares corpses eats a silver-side salmon, they shall disappear at once. If a murderer eats silver-side salmon, they shall at once disappear. They shall also disappear when a girl who has just reached maturity or when a menstruating woman eats them. Even I got tired.&#8221;</p> <div id="attachment_1351" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1351" alt="Willapa Hills, WA. " src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/IMG_6440-450x450.jpg" width="450" height="450" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Willapa Hills, WA.</p></div> <p>Now he came this way. At some distance he met a number of women who were digging roots. He asked them: &#8220;What are you doing?&#8221; &#8220;We are digging gamass.&#8221; &#8220;How can you dig gamass at Clatsop? You shall dig [a root, species?] and thistle [?] roots in this country. No gamass will be dug here.&#8221; Now they gathered [a root, species?] and thistle [?] roots. He left these women and spoiled that land. He transformed the gamass into small onions.</p> <p>Then he came to Clatsop. It was the spring of the year. Then he met his younger brother the snake. He said to him: &#8220;Let us make nets.&#8221; The snake replied: &#8220;As you wish.&#8221; Now they bought material for twine, and paid the frog and the newt to spin it. Now Coyote cleaned all the material for twine while the snake was crawling about. Then the frog and the newt spun it. Then Coyote said to his younger brother: &#8220;Clean it, clean it. You crawl about all day.&#8221; Thus he spoke to the snake. Coyote continued: &#8220;You shall make one side of the net, I make the other.&#8221; Coyote finished his twine and said to the snake: &#8220;Quick! quick! you let me wait. Make your net.&#8221; The snake replied: &#8220;You let me wait.&#8221; Thus he spoke to Coyote. Now, Coyote made his net. He finished it all. The two women made the ropes, Coyote made the net buoys; while the snake crawled about. Coyote said: &#8220;Make your net buoys; you let me wait.&#8221; Thus he said to the snake. The snake replied: &#8220;Make haste! you let me wait.&#8221; Coyote finished his net buoys. Then he went to look for stones, and the snake accompanied him. They went for stones to Tongue point. The snake crawled about among the stones, while Coyote carried them down. They went home. After they reached home Coyote went to gather spruce roots. The snake accompanied him. Coyote dug, up the ground and the snake crawled about at the same place. They went home. Coyote split the spruce roots. &#8220;Go on; work,&#8221; he spoke to the snake; &#8220;you let me wait.&#8221; The snake replied: &#8220;Quick, quick; work! you let me wait.&#8221; Now Coyote tied his net to the buoys and laid it down flat on a large mat. Then he tied it to the buoys. The snake crawled about at the same place. Coyote finished his net and hung it up outside. Early the next morning he stepped out of the house, and there hung already the net of the snake. &#8220;Oh, brother,&#8221; he said, &#8220;you got the better of me.&#8221; Coyote was ashamed. The snake had won over him. Coyote said: &#8220;When a person makes a net, he shall get tired before he finishes it. It would not be well if he would not get tired.&#8221; The snake said to him: &#8220;I told you that you would let me wait.&#8221;</p> <div id="attachment_906" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><img class="size-medium wp-image-906" alt="Les Brown photo. ©2012" src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/salmon-fishing-sunrise-768x1024-450x600.jpg" width="450" height="600" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Les Brown photo. ©2012</p></div> <p>It got day. Then they went to catch salmon in their net. They laid the net and caught two in it. Coyote jumped over the net. Now they intended to catch more salmon, but the flood-tide set in. They had caught only two before the flood-tide set in. Now they went home. Coyote said that he was hungry, and he split the salmon at once. They roasted them. When they were done they ate. The frog and the newt were their cousins. The next morning they went fishing with their net. The newt looked after the rope, the snake stood at the upper end of the net, Coyote at the lower end. They intended to catch salmon, but they did not get anything until the flood-tide set in. They went home. Coyote was angry. He defecated and spoke to his excrements: &#8220;You are a liar.&#8221; They said to him: &#8220;You with your bandy- legs. When people kill a salmon they do not jump over the net. You must not step over your net. When the first salmon are killed, they are not cut until the afternoon.&#8221; &#8220;Oh,&#8221; said Coyote, &#8220;You told me enough.&#8221; On the next morning they went fishing. When they had killed a salmon they did not jump over the net. They laid their net twice. Enough salmon were in the net. Then he ordered the newt: &#8220;Bail out the canoe, it is full of water.&#8221; She bailed it out. Then they intended to fish again, but the flood-tide set in. They went home and put down what they had caught in the house. In the afternoon Coyote split the salmon. He split them in the same way as the silver-side salmon. He placed the head, the back, the body, and the roe in separate places and on separate double spits. They were done. The next morning they went fishing. They did not kill anything. Coyote became angry and defecated. He said to his excrements: &#8220;Tell me, why have these salmon disappeared?&#8221; His excrements scolded him: &#8220;Do you think their taboo is the same as that of the silver-side salmon? It is different. When you go fishing salmon and they go into your net., you may lay it three times. No more salmon will go into it. It is enough then. Never bail out your canoe. When you come home and cut the salmon, you must split it at the sides and roast belly and back on separate double spits. Then put four sticks vertically into the ground [so that they form a square] and lay two horizontal sticks across them. On top of this frame place the back with the head and the tail attached to it.&#8221; He said to his excrements: &#8220;You told me enough.&#8221; On the next morning they went fishing and killed three salmon. They did not bail out their canoe. Then he said to the newt: &#8220;Fetch a stick from the woods. We will make a club.&#8221; She went and brought a stick. Then they laid their net again. Again a salmon was in it and he killed it with his club. They intended to continue fishing, but the flood-tide set in. They killed four only. They put down their salmon. In the afternoon Coyote cut them and put four sticks into the ground. Now he did as his excrements had told him. When they were done he broke the backbone at once. On the next morning they went fishing. They did not kill anything before the flood-tide set in. They went home. Coyote was angry and defecated. &#8220;Why have these salmon disappeared?&#8221; he asked his excrements. &#8220;I told you,&#8221; they said to Coyote; &#8220;do you think their taboo is the same as that of the silver-side salmon? It is different. When you kill a salmon you must never strike it with a stick. When they may be boiled, then you may strike them with a stick. When it is almost autumn you may strike them with a stick. Do not break a salmon&#8217;s backbone when they just begin to come. When you have killed a salmon take sand, strew it on its eye, and press it with your fist. Do not club it.&#8221; Coyote said: &#8220;You have told me enough.&#8221; On the next morning they went fishing. Salmon went into the net; three went into the net immediately. He strewed sand on each and pressed each. He killed many salmon. They went home and roasted them. When they were done he distributed them among the people of the town above Clatsop. Now they dried them. On the next morning they went fishing. They tried to fish but did not catch anything before the flood-tide set in. They went home. Coyote was angry. He defecated: &#8220;Why have these salmon disappeared?&#8221; &#8220;I told you. you lean one, with your bandy-legs. There are many taboos relating to the salmon. When you have killed many salmon you must never carry them outside the house. You must roast and eat them at the same place. When part is left they must stay it the same place. When you want to dry them you must do so when the flood-tide sets in on the day after you have caught them.&#8221; He said to them: &#8220;You have told me enough.&#8221; On the next morning they went fishing again. They killed many salmon. They roasted them all. When they were done he invited the people. The newt was sent out. They came to eat in Coyote&#8217;s house. They finished eating. Then they left there what they had not eaten. Now it was low water in the morning. They went out early to lay their net, but they did not catch anything. They fished until the flood-tide set in. They did not kill anything. They were unsuccessful. Twice they tried to go fishing early in the morning, but they were unsuccessful; they did not catch anything. Coyote defecated and said to his excrements: &#8220;Why have the salmon disappeared?&#8221; Coyote received the answer: &#8220;I told you, you lean one, that the salmon has many taboos. When you go fishing and it is ebb-tide early in the morning, you must not lay your net before sunrise. The salmon must not be carried outside until a crow takes one and carries it outside. Then it must be distributed raw. No fire must be made until daylight; the breast must not be eaten before the next day. When salmon are roasted at a tire and they are done, water must be poured into the fire.&#8221; He said to his excrements: &#8220;You have told me enough. The Indians shall always do this way. Thus shall be the taboos for all generations of Indians. Even I got tired.&#8221;</p> <p><div id="attachment_1759" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 460px"><img src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/Clatsop-Indian-450x309.jpg" alt="Jennie Michel, descendant of the Clatsop Tribe. Ca. 1900" width="450" height="309" class="size-medium wp-image-1759" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Jennie Michel, descendant of the Clatsop Tribe. Ca. 1900</p></div>Thus spoke Coyote about the taboos of Clatsop. He said to his cousins: &#8220;We will move to the other side.&#8221; The newt made herself ready. Then the snake looked at the frog, who was growling. The snake reached her, struck, and killed her.</p> <p>Now they arrived here on this side. They went fishing and killed salmon. He did the same way as in Clatsop. He strewed sand on the eye of that salmon. He pressed its eye. Then they intended to fish again, but they did not kill anything. They went home. On the following morning they went again fishing, but they did not kill anything On the next morning they went fishing again, but they did not kill anything. Coyote scolded. He defecated: &#8220;Why have these salmon disappeared?&#8221; &#8220;Oh, you foolish Coyote. When you kill a salmon you must kick it. Do you think it is the same here as at Clatsop?&#8221; &#8220;Oh, said Coyote. On the next morning they went fishing again. They laid their net and caught two salmon. They laid their net again and caught three salmon. He threw one ashore. It fell down head first so that the mouth struck the sand. They tried to lay their net again but they did not kill anything. They tried to fish until the flood tide set in. They had not killed anything. They had caught five only. They went home. In the evening Coyote cut the salmon and roasted them. They were done. The following morning they went fishing, but did not kill anything. Coyote scolded. He defecated: &#8220;Why have these salmon disappeared?&#8221; &#8220;Oh, you foolish Coyote. Do you think it is the same here as at Clatsop? Do not throw salmon ashore so that the head is downward. It is taboo. When you kill a salmon go and pick salmonberries. When you have caught many salmon put salmonberries into the mouth of each.&#8221; &#8220;Oh, you have told me enough,&#8221; he said to his excrements. The next morning they again went fishing. They killed many salmon. He sent the newt to pick salmonberries. The newt brought salmonberries. Now they put those berries into the mouths of those salmon. It got day and they went fishing again. They met fishermen on the water. A short distance down river they laid their net. They laid it several times and went up the river a short distance. They passed the canoes of those fishermen. They laid their net and intended to fish, but they did not kill anything. They were unsuccessful. They went home. Coyote scolded. He defecated: &#8220;Why have these salmon disappeared?&#8221; &#8220;You lean one! When yon kill a salmon, and you have laid your net at one place and you kill one more, you must lay your net at the same place. You must not pass a canoe with fishermen in it. It is taboo.&#8221; &#8220;Yes,&#8221; said Coyote. On the next day they went again fishing. Coyote said: &#8220;Even I got tired. The Indians shall always do in the same manner. Murderers, those who prepare corpses, girls who are just mature, menstruating women, widows and widowers shall not eat salmon. Thus shall be the taboos for all generations of people.&#8221;</p> <p>Chinook Texts by Franz Boas. [1894] (U.S. Bureau of American Ethnology Bulletin, no 20.)</p> ]]>
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<![CDATA[ A thirst lingers even when the rainy seasons fall. A thirst for old ways that seem to be eaten by the rusty splinters of time. Injected with the last breath, tree gives way to steel, steel gives way to silicone. I sometimes get in my car and drive as hard and as far away as [&#8230;] ]]>
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<![CDATA[ <p><div id="attachment_1378" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><img src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/IMG_6815-450x450.jpg" alt="&#039;Chehalis&#039; | © 2015 H a v e n" width="450" height="450" class="size-medium wp-image-1378" /><p class="wp-caption-text">&#8216;Chehalis&#8217; | © 2015 H a v e n</p></div>A thirst lingers even when the rainy seasons fall. A thirst for old ways that seem to be eaten by the rusty splinters of time. Injected with the last breath, tree gives way to steel, steel gives way to silicone. I sometimes get in my car and drive as hard and as far away as I can, where stories still linger in old dusty corners, and the quiet nod of the neighbor is the loudest conversation heard all day. I drive until beauty overwhelms my senses, pull over and exhale. I drink in the mists, eat the landscape and remember how to pray. </p> <p> <div id="attachment_1379" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 460px"><img src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/IMG_6813-450x450.jpg" alt="&#039;Dream |V&#039; | © 2015 H a v e n" width="450" height="450" class="size-medium wp-image-1379" /><p class="wp-caption-text">&#8216;Dream |V&#8217; | © 2015 H a v e n</p></div>I use to pray, even if the sounds echoed into empty space. I felt some faith those words would reach some distant star and portals would open up in the night sky. But, instead, I would dream. I would dream until I forgot it was I was dreaming about, what was the reason for the journey? I often find the journey is the only thing that keeps me still, most times, nodding off to the narcotic rhetoric of the modern age. It is in these journeys, I meet my guides, who, with unforeseen hands, move the air of the fates in and out of existence and Coyote always seems to wake me up right before the climax. Now I pray to keep this car on the road as it climbs into the mists of unseen vistas, comprehending god.</p> <p><div id="attachment_1380" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><img src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/IMG_6808-450x450.jpg" alt="&#039;Pleasant Hill&#039; | © 2015 H a v e n" width="450" height="450" class="size-medium wp-image-1380" /><p class="wp-caption-text">&#8216;Pleasant Hill&#8217; | © 2015 H a v e n</p></div> Myth, I believe is subject to the winds of which it is blown. Times have changed, and times are changing, but the story tellers are lost behind their reality TV shows and quick fix GMO hungry man. Myth, feeling lost, stagnant, forgotten, found homes in the catharsis of our youth. And sometimes, judge Judy and Jerry Springer are the only story tellers we have left. So be it. I will keep driving, and if some one stops to share a bit of forgotten, timeless wisdom, I am all ears&#8230;..</p> ]]>
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<![CDATA[ This is a composite of many tales related by many tribes that once lived along the Columbia River and its tributaries. For the sake of this story, the many traditions have been weaved together. No one tribe told about all these deeds of Coyote. The part about Lake Chelan and the waterfall was told by [&#8230;] ]]>
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<![CDATA[ <p>This is a composite of many tales related by many tribes that once lived along the Columbia River and its tributaries. For the sake of this story, the many traditions have been weaved together. No one tribe told about all these deeds of Coyote.</p> <div id="attachment_910" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 168px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/coyote.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-910" alt="Artist unknown" src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/coyote.jpg" width="158" height="229" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Artist unknown</p></div> <div> <p>The part about Lake Chelan and the waterfall was told by Billy Curlew, at that time he was the present titular chief of the Moses-Columbia band of Indians, to the Forest Supervisor at the agency at Nespelem, with lack Jack Weipe as interpreter.</p> <p>After Old-One had made the earth and the ancient animal people, he sent Coyote among them, because they were very ignorant and were having a hard time. Coyote was told to kill the evil beings who preyed upon them and to teach them the best way of doing things.</p> <div id="attachment_841" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Old_North_Bonneville.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-841" alt="Bonneville Dam" src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Old_North_Bonneville-450x309.jpg" width="450" height="309" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Bonneville Dam</p></div> <p>First he broke down the dam which five Beaver women bad built in the lower Columbia.&#8221;It is not right,&#8221; he said to them, &#8220;for you to keep the salmon penned up here. The people farther up the river are hungry.&#8221;</p> <p>Then he changed the Beaver women into sandpipers. &#8220;You shall forevermore be sandpipers,&#8221; he said. &#8220;You shall always run by the water&#8217;s edge. You shall never again have control over salmon.&#8221;</p> <p>By this time so many salmon had come up from the mouth of Big River that the water was dark with them. Coyote walked along the bank of the river, and the salmon followed him in the water. At all the villages, the animal people were glad to see him and the fish he brought. Their hunger was over.</p> <div id="attachment_914" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 460px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/map_white_salmon_area_1887_UW.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-914 " alt="map of white salmon area 1887 " src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/map_white_salmon_area_1887_UW-450x288.jpg" width="450" height="288" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">map of white salmon area 1887</p></div> <p>When he came to the Little White Salmon River, he stopped and taught the people how to make a fish trap. He twisted young twigs of hazel brush and hung the trap in the river. Then he showed the people how to dry fish and how to store it for winter use.When he came to the bigger White Salmon River, he showed the people how to spear salmon. He made a spear from the inside bark of a white fir tree and caught the salmon with the pointed end of the spear.</p> <p>&#8220;This is how you should do it,&#8221; said Coyote.</p> <div id="attachment_158" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/3c11293v.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-158 " alt="Wishram Grandmother preparing Salmon. Edward S. Curtis photo. " src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/3c11293v-450x358.jpg" width="450" height="358" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Wishram Grandmother preparing Salmon. Edward S. Curtis photo.</p></div> <p>Wherever he stopped, he showed the people how to cook fish. They had always eaten it raw. He showed them how to broil salmon by holding it over the fire on sticks. And he showed them how to cook it in a pothole. Along Big River, to this day, there is a round-bottomed hole in the rocks, a hole that people call Coyote&#8217;s Kettle. Coyote put salmon in that hole, poured a little water over it, dropped hot stones into the pothole, and covered everything with green grass to hold the steam. Thus the salmon was steamed until it was tender.&#8221;This is how you should do it,&#8221; Coyote told the people.</p> <div id="attachment_918" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 460px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/first-salmon-ceililo-.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-918 " alt="PEO001-00013" src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/first-salmon-ceililo--450x313.jpg" width="450" height="313" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Preparing salmon for the First Salmon Ceremony. Stock image</p></div> <p>Then he and the people had a big feast &#8211; a feast of salmon cooked in the proper way, the way he explained to them. Coyote said to the animal people along Big River and along all the streams which flow into it, &#8220;Every spring the salmon will come up the river to lay their eggs. Every spring you must have a big feast like this to celebrate the coming of the salmon. Then you will thank the salmon spirits for guiding the fish up the streams to you, and your Salmon Chief will pray to those spirits to fill your fish traps. During the five days of the feast, you must not cut the salmon with a knife, and you must cook it only by roasting it over a fire. If you do as I tell you, you will always have plenty of salmon to catch and to dry for winter.&#8221;</p> <div id="attachment_921" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Photo_Palace_Yakima_River.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-921" alt="Yakama River. " src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Photo_Palace_Yakima_River-450x336.jpg" width="450" height="336" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Yakama River.</p></div> <p>Then Coyote traveled farther up the river, and the salmon followed him. Often he came to a smaller stream flowing into Big River. Because the people along the Yakima and Wenatchee rivers treated him kindly, he sent the fish up their rivers and promised them that every spring the salmon would return. Where he was treated very kindly, he made the river narrow in one spot. He would make the two banks of a river almost meet, so that there would be a good place for catching salmon.When he came to the animal people along the Chelan River, he said to them, &#8220;I will send many salmon up your river if you will give me a nice young girl for my wife.&#8221;</p> <div id="attachment_923" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 410px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/107_m_OldChelanWidePic.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-923" alt="Lake Chelan." src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/107_m_OldChelanWidePic.jpg" width="400" height="251" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Lake Chelan.</p></div> <p>But the Chelan people refused. They thought it was not proper for a young girl to marry anyone as old as Coyote. So Coyote angrily blocked up the canyon of Chelan River with huge rocks and thus made a waterfall. The water dammed up behind the rocks and formed Lake Chelan. The salmon could never get past the waterfall. That is why there are no salmon in Lake Chelan to this day.</p> <div id="attachment_925" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Spokane_Falls_1888.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-925 " alt="Artist rendering of Spokane Falls, 1888 from the book 'The Great Northwest.'" src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Spokane_Falls_1888-450x294.jpg" width="450" height="294" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Artist rendering of Spokane Falls, 1888</p></div> <p>Coyote made a waterfall in the Okanogan River because the girls there refused to marry him. He made a waterfall in the Spokane River because the chief along the upper river would not let him marry any girl among his people. Coyote said to the chiefs along the Okanogan and the Spokane &#8220;I will make falls here. I will make falls so that the salmon cannot get past them, to your people farther up the river.&#8221;As Coyote traveled up the rivers, he gave names to the streams and the mountains. He killed monsters that were destroying the animal people. He killed the Ice People and defeated Blizzard, so that the winters would not be so cold.</p> <div id="attachment_785" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 460px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Cascade_Rapids_on_the_Columbia_River_before_the_Bonneville_Dam.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-785" alt="Pre-dammed Cascades. 1912(?) author unknown. " src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Cascade_Rapids_on_the_Columbia_River_before_the_Bonneville_Dam-450x324.jpg" width="450" height="324" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Pre-dammed Cascades. 1912(?) author unknown.</p></div> <p>He planted trees, so that when the new people, the Indians, should come, they could burn wood and keep themselves warm. He planted huckleberries in the mountains. &#8220;People must climb to get these berries,&#8221; he said. &#8220;It will not be good for them to get all food easily. They will become lazy.&#8221; He planted strawberries and service berry bushes. He planted camas, kouse, and other roots, so that there would be all kinds of food for the new people. After the new people, the Indians, came, he showed them how to make fire by twirling sticks between their hands. He made a long knife to cut with, and an ax to chop with. He peeled bark off a cedar tree and made a cedar-bark canoe. &#8220;This is how you should do it,&#8221; he said.</p> <div id="attachment_930" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/1292920_10151750993949092_733180018_o.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-930" alt="Arrow and spear collection -columbia river basin." src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/1292920_10151750993949092_733180018_o-450x337.jpg" width="450" height="337" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Arrow and spear collection -columbia river basin.</p></div> <p>He taught them how to make bows and arrows from young arrowwood, and how to use the weapons. He made dip nets from maple and willow twigs, and showed the Indians how to catch salmon with them. He taught them how to make fishing platforms near the falls of Big River and how to spear salmon from these platforms. He made a basket trap also for catching fish. Coyote taught the Indians that salmon must always be kept clean. &#8220;if you do not keep them clean after you have caught them,&#8221; Coyote said, &#8220;they will be ashamed and not come up the river any more.</p> </div> <div id="attachment_485" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 460px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/IMG_20130618_211648.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-485" alt="Salmon offering plate. " src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/IMG_20130618_211648-450x450.jpg" width="450" height="450" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Salmon offering plate.</p></div> <p>&#8220;And you must never cook any more than you can eat. If you cook three salmon when you are able to eat only half of one, the salmon will be ashamed and will refuse to enter your river.&#8221;</p> <p>Many times he traveled up and down Big River and its branch rivers, teaching the people many useful things. Almost everything the Indians knew, Coyote taught them. He did many good things, but he did many wicked things also.</p> <p>Indians say that when Coyote had done all the good things he could do, he was given a place in the sky. Other Indians say that he was punished for the bad things he had done.</p> <div id="attachment_933" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 460px"><a href="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/howling-coyote-pictures.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-933" alt="Hail Coyote! Unknown photographer. " src="http://www.gatheringthestories.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/howling-coyote-pictures-450x337.jpg" width="450" height="337" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Hail Coyote! Unknown photographer.</p></div> <p>He climbed to the sky on a rope. He climbed all one summer and all one winter. Then he fell down for a long, long time. When he struck the ground, he was mashed flat.</p> <p>Lying there, he heard a voice say, &#8220;You shall always be a wanderer and shall forever howl and cry for your sins.&#8221;</p> <p>That is why coyotes howl and cry at night. That is why they wander hungry and friendless over the earth.</p> <p>*This story taken from the book Indian Legends of the Pacific Northwest, Ella E. Clark, University of California Press, 1953.</p> ]]>
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