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Ok, being a lover or storys, especially those told around the fireside.. i thought i would ask, what are peoples favorite storys to share around the camp fire...?
mine is probably "jumping mouse" a native american story... and if i can work out how i will put it up so that people can download it as a word document (anyone know how to do this) i would love to share storys with people if they have any....
the viking sent me this link http://www.inquiry.net/outdoor/skills/seton/story_telling.htm (http://http://www.inquiry.net/outdoor/skills/seton/story_telling.htm) which is interesting.
Also on the subject... check this out http://www.wildwise.co.uk/wsf.html (http://http://www.wildwise.co.uk/wsf.html) i missed the festival last year... but i have heard the Spindle Wayfarer in action and he is a wonderful storyteller, i would defo advise it to anyone in the area!
Believe the link may be dead. :wink:
PM'ed this to tomtom, but for the rest of you:
Google is a nice invention! :-D :-D 8-)
here is another i have http://www.ilhawaii.net/~stony/loreindx.html
Good one there... ;)
Rather than start a new thread i though i would revive this one, Tvividr just posted this story in another thread and i had one to add but it didnt fit in there so i am putting them both here, they are both about how man kind first got fire.. i wonder, dose anybody have any more of this kind (or any other) to add:
Can't comment on the Masai use of woods as I've only been in Kikuyu land when I've been in Kenya. With regard to the San Bushmen, and the other bushman tribes they can make a fire with just about any piece of wood. They do obviously have their preferences if given a choice of woods.
There is an old story about how the !Kung bushmen got their fire;
Long time ago there was a time when there was no fire on earth and all people ate their food raw. One man, /Ka/Kani, discovered the art of making fire by twirling one stick on another, and so he and his family ate cooked food. However, they did not share their knowledge with other people - until a chance visit by Gao!na, when /Ka/Kani was not home, left them no choice in the matter. Gao!na asked /Ka/Kani's children for something to eat, and they gave him cooked food. It was so delicious that he came back the next day for more, and as he approached he saw /Ka/Kani making fire with his sticks, so he watched from a distance to see how it was done and how food was cooked. After noting where /Ka/Kani hid his firesticks Gao!na went into his camp as if he had seen nothing, and joined in the meal. But his chief interest was not to lay hands on the firesticks, and so, after they had eaten, he suggested that they play a game with the djanis (see below). He then made two djanis with guinea fowl feathers and sticks. However, /Ka/Kani's djani did not fly high enough or drift far enough to draw him away from the place where he had hid the firesticks. So Gao!na replaced the feathers with bustard feathers, and the next time /Ka/Kani threw his djani it flew higher and took longer to come down. Gao!na then caused a wind to blow the djani so that /Ka/Kani had to run a long way past him while chasing after it. Seeing his chance, Gao!na then immediately dashed to the hiding place, and taking hold of the firesticks, broke them into small pieces and threw them into the air, spreading them over the whole world. As punishment for his selfishness /Ka/Kani was changed into a bird, and since then the people everywhere have cooked their food, and from that day there has been a fire lurking in every piece of wood.
A djani is a game common among bushman and black african children in the Kalahari region of Southern Africa. It is a childs toy consisting of a 30 cm long hollow reed with soft underfeathers of (usually) guinea fowl stuck into one end, and a short thong weighted with a nut or lump of gum in the other end tied on with sinew. A large feather is tied on to the reed about midpoint to give the toy its spin when hurled into the air. The game is played so that each contestant have a stick (50-80 cm length) with which the djani is caught and hurled up into the air. The idea of the game is to keep the djani in the air for as long as possible. If one fails to catch and hurl the djani up with the stick, he out of the game. The game is finished when there is only one contestant left.
the one i wanted to add is this one:
its a native american story called: How Coyote Stole Fire
Long ago, when man was newly come into the world, there were days when he was the happiest creature of all. Those were the days when spring brushed across the willow tails, or when his children ripened with the blueberries in the sun of summer, or when the goldenrod bloomed in the autumn haze.
But always the mists of autumn evenings grew more chill, and the sun's strokes grew shorter. Then man saw winter moving near, and he became fearful and unhappy. He was afraid for his children, and for the grandfathers and grandmothers who carried in their heads the sacred tales of the tribe. Many of these, young and old, would die in the long, ice-bitter months of winter.
Coyote, like the rest of the People, had no need for fire. So he seldom concerned himself with it, until one spring day when he was passing a human village. There the women were singing a song of mourning for the babies and the old ones who had died in the winter. Their voices moaned like the west wind through a buffalo skull, prickling the hairs on Coyote's neck.
"Feel how the sun is now warm on our backs," one of the men was saying. "Feel how it warms the earth and makes these stones hot to the touch. If only we could have had a small piece of the sun in our teepees during the winter."
Coyote, overhearing this, felt sorry for the men and women. He also felt that there was something he could do to help them. He knew of a faraway mountain-top where the three Fire Beings lived. These Beings kept fire to themselves, guarding it carefully for fear that man might somehow acquire it and become as strong as they. Coyote saw that he could do a good turn for man at the expense of these selfish Fire Beings.
So Coyote went to the mountain of the Fire Beings and crept to its top, to watch the way that the Beings guarded their fire. As he came near, the Beings leaped to their feet and gazed searchingly round their camp. Their eyes glinted like bloodstones, and their hands were clawed like the talons of the great black vulture.
"What's that? What's that I hear?" hissed one of the Beings.
"A thief, skulking in the bushes!" screeched another.
The third looked more closely, and saw Coyote. But he had gone to the mountain-top on all fours, so the Being thought she saw only an ordinary coyote slinking among the trees.
"It is no one, it is nothing!" she cried, and the other two looked where she pointed and also saw only a grey coyote. They sat down again by their fire and paid Coyote no more attention.
So he watched all day and night as the Fire Beings guarded their fire. He saw how they fed it pine cones and dry branches from the sycamore trees. He saw how they stamped furiously on runaway rivulets of flame that sometimes nibbled outwards on edges of dry grass. He saw also how, at night, the Beings took turns to sit by the fire. Two would sleep while one was on guard; and at certain times the Being by the fire would get up and go into their teepee, and another would come out to sit by the fire.
Coyote saw that the Beings were always jealously watchful of their fire except during one part of the day. That was in the earliest morning, when the first winds of dawn arose on the mountains. Then the Being by the fire would hurry, shivering, into the teepee calling, "Sister, sister, go out and watch the fire." But the next Being would always be slow to go out for her turn, her head spinning with sleep and the thin dreams of dawn.
Coyote, seeing all this, went down the mountain and spoke to some of his friends among the People. He told them of hairless man, fearing the cold and death of winter. And he told them of the Fire Beings, and the warmth and brightness of the flame. They all agreed that man should have fire, and they all promised to help Coyote's undertaking.
Then Coyote sped again to the mountain-top. Again the Fire Beings leaped up when he came close, and one cried out, "What's that? A thief, a thief!"
But again the others looked closely, and saw only a grey coyote hunting among the bushes. So they sat down again and paid him no more attention.
Coyote waited through the day, and watched as night fell and two of the Beings went off to the teepee to sleep. He watched as they changed over at certain times all the night long, until at last the dawn winds rose.
Then the Being on guard called, "Sister, sister, get up and watch the fire."
And the Being whose turn it was climbed slow and sleepy from her bed, saying, "Yes, yes, I am coming. Do not shout so."
But before she could come out of the teepee, Coyote lunged from the bushes, snatched up a glowing portion of fire, and sprang away down the mountainside.
Screaming, the Fire Beings flew after him. Swift as Coyote ran, they caught up with him, and one of them reached out a clutching hand. Her fingers touched only the tip of the tail, but the touch was enough to turn the hairs white, and coyote tail-tips are white still. Coyote shouted, and flung the fire away from him. But the others of the People had gathered at the mountain's foot, in case they were needed. Squirrel saw the fire falling, and caught it, putting it on her back and fleeing away through the tree-tops. The fire scorched her back so painfully that her tail curled up and back, as squirrels' tails still do today.
The Fire Beings then pursued Squirrel, who threw the fire to Chipmunk. Chattering with fear, Chipmunk stood still as if rooted until the Beings were almost upon her. Then, as she turned to run, one Being clawed at her, tearing down the length of her back and leaving three stripes that are to be seen on chipmunks' backs even today. Chipmunk threw the fire to Frog, and the Beings turned towards him. One of the Beings grasped his tail, but Frog gave a mighty leap and tore himself free, leaving his tail behind in the Being's hand---which is why frogs have had no tails ever since.
As the Beings came after him again, Frog flung the fire on to Wood. And Wood swallowed it.
The Fire Beings gathered round, but they did not know how to get the fire out of Wood. They promised it gifts, sang to it and shouted at it. They twisted it and struck it and tore it with their knives. But Wood did not give up the fire. In the end, defeated, the Beings went back to their mountain-top and left the People alone.
But Coyote knew how to get fire out of Wood. And he went to the village of men and showed them how. He showed them the trick of rubbing two dry sticks together, and the trick of spinning a sharpened stick in a hole made in another piece of wood. So man was from then on warm and safe through the killing cold of winter.
Hi, this is a story which comes from the 'Re: Is it possible to eat crows?' thread but posted here as sensibly suggested by tomtom :-) . For me it is a story which reminds us that one man's pest, is another man's friend.
It is just one of many many animal related legends and folklore that passes down from our forebears and from a time when our relationship with the birds, plants, insects and animals was much more alive and interdependent. It also has a resonance at this time of year as we approach the Winter Equinox.
Crow brings Daylight
An Inuit Story retold by Oban
A long time ago when the world was first born, it was always dark in the north where the Inuit people lived.
They thought it was dark all over the world until an old crow told the them about daylight and how he had seen it on his long journeys. The more they heard about daylight, the more the people wanted it.
"We could hunt further and for longer," they said. "We could see the polar bears coming and run before they attack us."The people begged the crow to go and bring them daylight, but he didn't want to. "It's a long way and I'm too old to fly that far," he said. But the people begged until he finally agreed to go.
He flapped his wings and launched into the dark sky, towards the east. He flew for a long time until his wings were tired. He was about to turn back when he saw the dim glow of daylight in the distance. "At last, there is daylight," said the tired crow.
As he flew towards the dim light it became brighter and brighter until the whole sky was bright and he could see for miles. The exhausted bird landed in a tree near a village, wanting to rest. It was very cold.
A daughter of the chief came to the nearby river. As she dipped her bucket in the icy water, Crow turned himself into a speck of dust and drifted down onto her fur cloak. When she walked back to her father's snowlodge, she carried him with her.
Inside the snowlodge it was warm and bright. The girl took off her cloak and the speck of dust drifted towards the chief's grandson, who was playing on the lodge floor. It floated into the child's ear and he started to cry.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" asked the chief, who was sitting at the fire. "Tell him you want to play with a ball of daylight," whispered the dust.
The chief wanted his favourite grandson to be happy, and told his daughter to fetch the box of daylight balls. When she opened it for him, he took out a small ball, wrapped a string around it and gave it to his grandson.
The speck of dust scratched the child's ear again, making him cry. "What's wrong, child?" asked the chief. "Tell him you want to play outside" whispered Crow. The child did so, and the chief and his daughter took him out into the snow.
As soon as they left the snowlodge, the speck of dust turned back into Crow again. He put out his claws, grasped the string on the ball of daylight and flew into the sky, heading west.
Finally he reached the land of the Inuit again and when he let go of the string, the ball dropped to the ground and shattered into tiny pieces. Light went into every home and the darkness left the sky.
All the people came from their houses. "We can see for miles! Look how blue the sky is, and the mountains in the distance! We couldn't see them before." They thanked Crow for bringing daylight to their land.
He shook his beak. "I could only carry one small ball of daylight, and it'll need to gain its strength from time to time. So you'll only have daylight for half the year."
The people said "But we're happy to have daylight for half the year! Before you brought the ball to us it was dark all the time!"
And so that is why, in the land of the Inuit in the far north, it is dark for one half of the year and light the other. The people never forgot it was Crow who brought them the gift of daylight and they take care never to hurt him - in case he decides to take it back.source: http://www.planetozkids.com/oban/crodayli.htm
My great grandmother was a mix of Cherokee and Blackfoot. This is a story on how the earth was created.
Earth is floating on the waters like a big island,Hanging from four rawhide ropes fastened at the top of the sacred four directions. The ropes are tied to the ceiling of the sky, which is made of hard rock crystal. When the ropes break, this workd will come tumbling down, and all living things will fall with it and die.Then everying will be as if the earth had never existed for water will cover it. Maybe the white man will bring this about. Well, in the beginning also, Water covered everthing, Though living creatures existed, their home was up there, above the rainbow, and itwas crowded. " We are all jammed together," the animals said. " we need more room." Wondering what was under the water, theysent Water Beetle to look around. Water Beetle skimmed over the surface but coundn't find any solid footing, so he dived down to the bottom and brought up a little dab of soft mud. Magically the mud spread out in toe four directions and became this island we are living on--this earth. Someone Powerful then fastened it to the sky ceiling with cords. Inthe beginning the earth was flat soft, and moist. All the animals were eager to live on it, and they kept sending down birs to see if the mud had dried and hardened enough to take their weight. But the birds all flew back and said that there was still no spot they could perch on.Then the animals sent Granfather Buzzard down. He flew very close and saw that the earth was still soft, but when he glided low over what would become Cherokee country, he found that the mud was getting harder. By that time Buzzard was tired and dragging. Wend he flapped his wings down, they make a valley where they touched the earth; when he swept them up, they made a mountain. The animals watching from abouve the rainbow said," If he keeps on, there will be only mountains," and they made him come back. That's why we have so many mountains in Cherokee land.At last the earth was hard and dry enough, and the animals descended. THey couldn't see very well because they had no sun or moon, and someone said, " Let's grab Sun from up there behind the rainbow! Let's get him him down too!" Pulling Sun down, they told him, "Here's a road for you," and showed him the way to go from east to west. Now they had light, but it was much too hot, because Sun wass too close to the earth. The crawfish had his back sticking out of a stream, and Sun Burned it red. His meat was spoiled forever, and the people still wonn't eat crawfish. Everone asked the sorcerers, the shamans to put Sun higher. They pushed him up as high as a man, but it was still too hot. So they pushed him farther, but it wasn't far enough. They tried four times and when they had Sun up to the height of four men, he was just hot enough.Everyone was satisfied, so they left him there.
To build a fire, Jack London.
Someone linked me to it from here before so hope they wont mind but I can't remember who it was. It's too long to quote in the thread.
Notice how many stories involve fire.
The discovery of the ability to make fire was an incredible discovery for our ancestors. Every culture had storys that reflected this. I have a good freind who is a Mountian Miwok, he tells me that in his lanuage there is no words for love. What they would use is an expression for having a large fire for them.