: Creation Myths Of Primitive America
After each name is given that of the creature or thing into which the
personage was changed subsequently.
=Hitchinna=, wildcat; =HitchÃn Marimi=, wildcat woman, his wife;
=Hitchinpa=, young wildcat; =Metsi=, coyote; =Putokya=, skull people,
or head people.
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Hitchinna had a wife and a son a few days
old. Hitchinpa, the little
son, was sleeping, and Hitchin Marimi, the wife, was taking care of
her child. Hitchinna had dreamed the night before, and his dream was a
"I had a dream last night," said he to his wife, "a very bad dream."
"What did you dream?" asked she.
"I dreamed that I climbed a big pine-tree; the tree was full of cones.
I was throwing them down, had thrown down a great many, when at last I
threw down my right arm. I dreamed then that I threw down my left
He told her no more. That morning early, before he had talked of his
dream, the woman said,--
"I should like to have pine-nuts; I want to eat pine-nuts; I am hungry
He went out to find the nuts, and she went with him, taking the baby.
They came to a large pine-tree, and he climbed it. Hitchin Marimi put
the baby aside on the ground, and made a fire at some distance to
roast the pine-cones.
Hitchinna threw down cones; she roasted them to get out the nuts. He
threw down a great many cones. She roasted these cones and pounded the
After a while Hitchinna's right arm fell off; he threw that to the
ground, then he threw down his left arm. His left leg came off; he
threw it down. Next his right leg dropped off, and he threw that to
The woman was roasting and pounding the pine-cones; she did not look
around for a good while. At last she went to the tree, found blood on
it, and looking up, saw that her husband was throwing himself down,
that there was not much left of his body.
Hitchin Marimi was scared half to death; she ran away home. She was so
terrified that she left the little child behind, forgot all about it.
When she reached home, she called the people together and said,--
"My husband went up into a pine-tree; he threw down a great many
pine-cones. Then he began to throw himself down; first he threw one
arm, then the other. We must hurry and hide somewhere; he will be bad
very soon; he will kill us all if he finds us."
The people asked, "Where can we go to hide from him,--north, south,
east, or west?"
"I know a good place," said one man, "and it is not too far from
"Well, we must go to that place, and go very quickly," said
Hitchinna's wife; and all the people agreed with her.
The people ran to Wamarawi, which is a round mountain; they ran the
whole way and went into a cave in the mountain. When all were inside,
they closed the entrance very firmly, shut it up tight. Nothing could
get in through that door.
After his wife had run home, Hitchinna threw down his ribs one by one,
and kept asking his wife if she was there. He got no answer. She was
gone and he did not know it. He threw down first all the ribs of his
right side, then all of his left side. Every time he threw a rib he
called, "Uh! Uh!" to his wife.
At last there was nothing left of him on the tree but his head, and
that came down soon after. His eyes were very big now, sticking out,
staring with a wild and mad look. The head lay under the tree a while.
Hitchinna had become another kind of people. He had become a Putokya.
He was one of the skull people, a very bad terrible people. Each one
of them is nothing but a skull.
Putokya is new now. He has a new mind, new wishes. He is under the
tree, and lies there a little while. He cannot walk any more. He can
only roll on the ground like a ball. After resting and thinking a
while, he starts to find his wife; rolls till he comes to the fire.
There is no woman there. He looks around, cannot find her, looks
again, and sees the baby. He rolls to the baby, catches it in his
mouth, eats up the baby in one moment. The head talks then, and
"I dreamed last night that I ate up my own son."
He is dreadful now. He scatters the pine-cones, quenches the fire,
rages, roars awfully, a real Putokya. He rolls, bounds, knocks against
a tree, cuts it down, breaks it to pieces, scatters it.
Next he starts for the village, springing and bounding along like a
football, making a terrible wind as he goes, reaches the house, looks
through it. All are gone from the house and from the village. All have
run off to Wamarawi.
First he knocks against his own house, breaks it, smashes it to
pieces, and then he breaks all the other houses in the same way, one
after another. He scatters and smashes up everything, wrecks the whole
village, just as if a strong whirlwind had gone through it. The people
are all in Wamarawi, in the stone cave in the mountain, a very great
crowd of them.
Putokya looks around, finds tracks, follows the people southward, goes
with a terrible roar, raising a storm as he moves. He breaks
everything he strikes, except rocks. From these he bounds off like a
He follows the people of the village, follows on their tracks, stops
before Wamarawi, rolls up to the entrance, listens quietly, hears a
sound inside like the buzzing of bees. Putokya is glad. He stops a
while and thinks what to do. "You cannot go from me now," says he.
All the people were inside except Metsi; he had gone north somewhere.
"I will break in the cave," said Putokya.
He began at the west side, went back a whole mile, bounded, rushed,
hurled himself at the mountain, whistled through the air with a noise
like the loudest wind, struck the mountain, made a great hole in it,
but could not go through to the cave. Putokya felt sure that he could
break through. He went back a whole mile again from the north side,
bounded, rushed forward, made a tremendous hole in the north side; but
he could not go through, and the rock closed again.
The people inside are glad now; they are laughing, they think
themselves safe,--jeer at Putokya. Putokya hears them. He is angrier
than ever, he is raging. "I will try the east side," said he; "that is
He went back as before, bounded forward, made a deep hole in the east,
but it closed again, and he left it. He tried the south. It was just
like the other sides. Putokya stops a while, is afraid that he cannot
get in, that he cannot get at the people.
"The Yana are not very wise," said he. "I should like to know who told
them what to do. They did not know themselves. Who told them to go to
He tried to go to the top of the mountain and make a hole there. He
could not roll up in any way. He fell back each time that he tried. He
could travel on level ground only, he could only rise by bounding.
"I cannot go up there, I am not able," said he.
He lay down close to the entrance of the cave and thought a while. He
made up his mind to bound like a ball, to spring from point to point,
higher and higher, on neighboring mountains, till he got very high,
and then come down on the top of Wamarawi. He did this, went far up on
the top of other and higher mountains till at last he was very high;
then with a great bound he came down on the top of Wamarawi, came down
with a terrible crash. He made an awfully big hole in it, bigger than
all the four holes he had made in the sides put together; and this
hole did not close, but it did not reach the cave.
After that blow he came again to level ground. He lay there and said
to himself: "I have tried five times to get at those people. I will
try once more. I may get at them this time."
He went high up in the sky, higher than before. He was angrier and
madder than ever, and he came down with a louder crash; the whole
mountain shook and trembled. No one inside the cave was laughing now;
all the people were terrified.
Putokya went almost through to the cave. The rock above the people was
very thin after this blow, and the hole did not close again.
"I will not try any more," said Putokya; "I cannot get at the people."
He was discouraged, and left Wamarawi.
All the people within were in terror. "If he tries once more, we are
lost," said they. "He will burst through and eat us, eat every one of
The great hole remained on that mountain top, and people say that
there is a lake up there now with goldfish in it.
Putokya started north, went toward Pulshu Aina, his own village. As he
went toward home, he made a great roaring and wind, cut down trees and
brush, people, beasts, everything that he met; he left a clean road
behind. He swept through Pulshu Aina, and went farther north, went
almost to Jigulmatu.
Metsi was coming down to the south, along the same trail; he was very
well dressed. Metsi always dressed well. He wore a splendid elkskin
belt and a hair net; he was fine-looking.
Metsi was right in the middle of the trail. He had learned that
Putokya was out killing people in the south; he heard the roar a great
way off, and said to himself,--
"I hear Putokya; he is killing all the people."
Metsi thought over what he was to do. "I will meet him. I will say to
this Putokya, 'You are smart, you are good, but you are sick. I will
Metsi took off all his fine clothes in a hurry and hid them, made
himself naked. "I must be quick," said he; "the noise and wind are
coming nearer and nearer. I wish a rusty old basket to be here before
me." The basket was there. He wished for an old strap to carry it. The
old strap was there with the basket.
Metsi made buckskin rings around his arms and legs, turned himself
into an old, very old woman, all bent and wrinkled, with a buckskin
petticoat. He put the rusty basket on his back.
Putokya was hurrying on; the roar grew louder and nearer. Metsi knew
that Putokya was very dangerous, and that he must be careful. He took
white clay, painted his face, made a regular old woman of himself.
Putokya came near. Metsi was ready, the basket on his back and a stick
in his hand. He was walking along slowly, a very old woman and
decrepit. The old woman began to cry, "En, en, en!"
Putokya stopped on the road, made no noise, listened to the old woman.
"He has stopped; he is listening to me," said Metsi; and he cried
more, cried in a louder voice and more pitifully.
Putokya was quiet. Metsi walked right up to him, looked at him, and
said, "I came near stepping on you." Metsi was crying more quietly
"Are you a dead person?" asked Metsi.
Putokya was silent.
"I heard you from where I was," said Metsi; "when you had a bad dream,
I heard you in the south, heard you everywhere, heard you when you
turned to be a Putokya, one of the head people, and wanted to kill
everybody. You used to be good, you used to be wise, but now you are
sick; you will die, and be among people no longer unless you are
cured. That is why I started to come south; I started south to find
you, to see you. It is a good thing that you came up here; now I see
you. I am your relative, your cousin. I want you to be healthy, to be
as you were before; to have your arms and legs again, to feel well. I
want to cure you."
Metsi was sobbing all this time. He pretended to be awfully sorry; he
wasn't, for Metsi wasn't sorry for any one, didn't care for any one on
earth; he only wanted to put Putokya out of the way, to kill him.
Metsi was a great cheat.
"A good while ago," said Metsi, "I met a man like you. He had had a
dream, and he was nothing but a head, just like you. I travelled then
as I am travelling to-day, and met this man just as I meet you now on
this road. If you believe what I tell you, all right; if you don't
believe, it's all the same to me. I will tell you what I did for that
man, how I cured him. Do you want me to tell you what I did for him?"
Putokya was looking all the time with great wildcat eyes at the old
woman. Now he spoke, saying: "Talk more, tell me all, old woman. I
want to hear what you have to say."
"Well, I made a man of that head," said the old woman. "I cured that
Putokya; I made him over. I made him new, and he walked around as well
as before; I gave him legs and arms; all the bad went out of him; I
made him clean and sound and good again."
"How did you do that, old woman?" asked Putokya. "How can you make a
man over again? I want to see that."
"I will tell you how I do it. I will fix you; I will fix you right
here on this road, just as I fixed that other man. I made a hole in
the ground; a long hole, a pretty big one. I lined it with rocks; I
made a little fire of manzanita wood, and when it was nice and warm in
the hole, I put plenty of pitch in, and put the man on top of the
pitch. It was good and soft for him, and nice and pleasant on the
pitch. I put a flat rock over the hole. He stayed there a while and
Putokya believed all this; had full faith in Metsi, and said,--
"Very well, you fix me as you fixed that other man; make me new again,
just as I used to be."
Metsi added: "I put pitch very thick, one foot all around, and put him
in the warm hole; covered him up. Pretty soon he began to stretch and
grow; grew till he was as good as ever. That is how I cured that man."
"That is good," said Putokya. "Fix me in that way; fix me just as you
"I will," said Metsi. "I will fix you just as I fixed that man, and
you will come out just as he did; you will be in the right way and
have no more trouble; you will never be sick again."
Metsi did everything as he had said; made a long deep hole, put in
fire and a great deal of pitch, a foot thick of it.
He placed Putokya on the pitch; put a wide flat stone over him, put on
others; put the stones on very quickly, till there was a great pile of
The pitch began to burn well, to grow hot, to seethe, to boil, to
blaze, to burn Putokya.
He struggled to bound out of the pitch; the stones kept him down, the
pitch stuck to him. He died a dreadful death.
If Putokya had got out of the hole, there would have been hard times
in this world for Metsi.
When Putokya was dead under the pile of rocks, Metsi threw away his
old things, his basket and buckskin petticoat, put on his nice
clothes, and went along on his journey.
Metsi was a great cheat. He could change himself always, and he fooled
people whenever he had a chance; but he did a good thing that time,
when he burned up Putokya.