Of Glooskap and the Three
Other Seekers.
(Micmac.)
Of old time. Now when it was
noised abroad that whoever besought Glooskap could obtain the desire of
his
heart, there were three men who said among themselves, "Let us seek the
Master." So they left their home in the early spring when the bluebird
first sang, and walked till the fall frosts, and then into winter, and
ever on
till the next midsummer. And having come to a small path in a great
forest,
they followed it, till they came out by a very beautiful river; so fair
a sight
they had never seen, and so went onward till it grew to be a great
lake. And so
they kept to the path which, when untrodden, was marked by blazed
trees, the
bark having been removed, in Indian fashion, on the side of the trunk
which is opposite
the place where the wigwam or village lies towards which it turns. So
the mark
can be seen as the traveler goes towards the goal, but not while
leaving it.
GLOOSKAP
TURNING A MAN INTO A CEDAR-TREE
Then after a
time they came
to a long point of land running out into the lake, and, having ascended
a high
hill, they saw in the distance a smoke, which guided them to a large,
well-built wigwam. And, entering, they found seated on the right side a
handsome, healthy man of middle age, and by the other a woman so
decrepit that
she seemed to be a hundred years old. Opposite the door, and on the
left side,
was a mat, which seemed to show that a third person had there a seat.
And the man made them
welcome, and spoke as if he were weleda'asit kesegvou (M.) —
well
pleased to see them, but did not ask them whence they came or whither
they were
going, as is wont among Indians when strangers come to their homes or
are met
in travel. Erelong they heard the sound of a paddle, and then the noise
of a
canoe being drawn ashore. And there came in a youth of fine form and
features
and well clad, bearing weapons as if from hunting who addressed the old
woman
as Kejoo, or mother, and told her that he had brought game. And
with
sore ado — for she was feeble — the old dame tottered out and brought
in four
beavers; but she was so much troubled to cut them up that the elder,
saying to
the younger man Uoh-keen! (M.), "My brother," bade him do the
work. And they supped on beaver. So they remained for a week, resting
themselves, for they were sadly worn with their wearisome journey, and
also
utterly ragged. And then a wondrous thing came to pass, which first
taught them
that they were in an enchanted land. For one morning the elder man bade
the
younger wash their mother's face. And as he did this all her wrinkles
vanished,
and she became young and very beautiful; in all their lives the
travelers had
never seen so lovely a woman. Her hair, which had been white and
scanty, now
hung to her feet, dark and glossy as a blackbird's breast. Then, having
been
clad in fine array, she showed a tall, lithe, and graceful form at its
best.
And the travelers said to
themselves, "Truly this man is a great magician!" They all walked
forth to see the place. Never was sunshine so pleasantly tempered by a
soft
breeze; for all in that land was fair, and it grew fairer day by day to
all who
dwelt there. Tall trees with rich foliage and fragrant flowers, but
without
lower limbs or underbrush, grew as in a grove, wide as a forest, yet so
far
apart that the eye could pierce the distance in every direction.
Now when they felt for the
first time that they were in a new life and a magic land, he that was
host
asked them whence they came and what they sought. So they said that
they sought
Glooskap. And the host replied, "Lo, I am he!" And they were awed by
his presence, for a great glory and majesty now sat upon him. As the
woman had
changed, so had he, for all in that place was wonderful.
Then the first, telling what
he wanted, said, "I am a wicked man, and I have a bad temper. I am
prone
to wrath and reviling, yet I would fain be pious, meek, and holy."
And the next said, "I
am very poor, and my life is hard. I toil, but can barely make my
living. I
would fain be rich."
Now the third replied,
"I am of low estate, being despised and hated by all my people, and I
wish
to be loved and respected." And to all these the Master made answer,
"So shall it be!"
And taking his medicine-bag
(Upsakumoode, M.) he gave unto each a small box, and bade them
keep it
closed until they should be once more at home.74 And on
returning to
the wigwam he also, gave to each of them new garments; in all their
lives they
had never seen or heard of such rich apparel or such ornaments as they
now had.
Then when it was time to depart, as they knew not the way to their
home, he
arose and went with them. Now they had been more than a year in coming.
But he,
having put on his belt, went forth, and they followed, till in the
forenoon he
led them to the top of a high mountain, from which in the distance they
beheld
yet another, the blue outline of which could just be seen above the
horizon.
And having been told that their way was unto it, they thought it would
be a
week's journey to reach it. But they went on, and in the middle of the
afternoon of the same day they were there, on the summit of the second
mountain. And looking from this afar, all was familiar to them — hill
and
river, and wood and lakes; all was in their memory. "And there," said
the Master, pointing unto it, — "there is your own village!" So he
left them alone, and they went on their way, and before the sun had set
were
safe at home.
Yet when they came no one
knew them, because of the great change in their appearance and their
fine
attire, the like of which had never been seen by man in those days. But
having
made themselves known to their friends, all that were there of old and
young
gathered together to gaze upon and hear what they had to say. And they
were
amazed.
Then each of them, having
opened his box, found therein an unguent, rich and fragrant, and with
this they
rubbed their bodies completely. And they were ever after so fragrant
from the
divine anointing that all sought to be near them. Happy were they who
could but
sniff at the blessed smell which came from them.
Now he who had been despised
for his deformity and weakness and meanness became beautiful and strong
and
stately as a pine-tree. There was no man in all the land so graceful or
of such
good behavior.
And he who had desired
abundance had it, in all fullness, his wish. For the moose and caribou
came to
him in the forest, the fish leaped into his nets, all men gave unto
him, and he
gave unto all freely, to the end.
And he that had been wicked
and of evil mind, hasty and cruel, became meek and patient, good and
gentle,
and he made others like himself. And he had his reward, for there was a
blessing upon him as upon all those who had wished wisely even unto the
end of
their days.75
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74. In this version (Rand
manuscript) there
is a fourth Indian introduced, — he who would fain be tall and
long-lived, and
is changed to a tree. As it is precisely the same tale as that of the
three who
became cypresses or pines, I have not repeated it.
75. This beautiful story, in its
original
simplicity, reminds one of the tenderest biblical narratives. There is
in it
nothing reflected or second-hand; it is a very ancient or truly
aboriginal
tale. I can but sincerely regret my utter inability to do justice to
it. The
pen of a great master would be required to describe the fairyland
freshness and
light of Glooskap's home as it is felt in the original by men
far more
familiar with the forest in all its loveliness at all seasons than any
white
writer can be. The naivete or simplicity of the pilgrims is as
striking
as that of the narrator or poet, to whom fine clothes — a Homeric trait
— are
as wonderful as all the deeds of magic which he describes.
In this and other tales a
man is represented as being punished by being turned into a tree, so
that he
can never leave a certain spot. This is a kind of imprisonment. In the
Edda the
Ash Yggdrasil is the prison of Iduna.
"She
ill brooked
her
descent
under
the hoar tree's
trunk
confined."
(Hrofnagaldr Odins, 7.)
It is to
keep a man or a
woman in a certain place, as prisoner, that the characters described in
the
Indian and Norse myths are put into trees.
This was related to Mr. Rand
by Benjamin Brooks, a Micmac.
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