The Whispering Grass
: Thirty Indian Legends
Once, many long years ago, there was a green hill covered with long
grass, which whispered and talked as the wind blew through it. It was
the great friend of all the animals, especially the wild deer, the gray
wolf, and the fox.
One summer day the whispering grass was very excited. The south wind
had brought strange news to it, and now, as the sun rose up to noonday,
they could see this strange thing fo
themselves. It meant great
danger to their friends the animals, and they must send a message to
warn them. So the grass called to the butterflies, and told them to go
at once to the deer, the wolf, and the fox, and tell them to come to
the green hill. Away flew the butterflies, and soon the animals had
gathered to hear what this message might mean.
"Listen, my brothers," said the whispering grass. "There is great
danger for you this day, for across the prairie there comes a band of
hunters to take your lives."
"Hunters? What are they?" asked the animals. "We have never heard of
"They are Indians," returned the grass, "with bows and arrows--deadly
arrows that will pierce your hearts. These hunters are very near, and
once they see you they will shoot their arrows at you, and that is your
"What must we do?" asked the animals. "You are wise, whispering grass;
tell us what we may do to save ourselves."
"Go to your homes," answered the grass, "and remain there until sundown
to-morrow. If all is safe, I shall send my messengers, the
butterflies, to you at that hour to tell you to come to me."
The animals did as they were commanded, and by the time the hunters
reached the foot of the hill, there was nothing living to be seen but
some dainty butterflies that hovered above the grass. The remainder of
that day and all the next the hunters searched for game in the hills,
but not a deer could they see, not a wolf, not a fox. In the late
afternoon they returned to their camp at the foot of the hill. They
were tired and very hungry, for they had not brought food with them, as
they expected to find game.
"Let us return," said one hunter. "There is no game in this land, and
I am hungry. Let us go back to our village."
"Not so," said the second hunter. "Let us wait until to-morrow.
Perhaps to-morrow we shall see game."
"Yes, let us wait until to-morrow," said a third hunter, "and to-night
we shall eat grass. See, yonder is a hill well covered with grass. If
the animals eat it, why can not we?"
"But it is whispering grass," said the first hunter, in a low voice.
"And he who eats of whispering grass can no longer kill anything with
"Not so, brother," said the second hunter. "It is not whispering
grass. Listen; there is a west wind blowing through it, and yet we can
hear no sound of whispering."
They all listened intently, and as the second hunter had said, there
was no sound of whispering. The wind was waving the grass blades and
bending them low, and not a sound came from them.
"You are right. It is not whispering grass," said the first hunter,
"and I am hungry; let us eat."
So they all gathered many handfuls of the green grass, and putting it
into a pot, they boiled it, then gathering around the pot, they ate the
grass with much relish. Then, rolling themselves in their deerskins,
they fell asleep.
It was now the sunset hour; so, calling the butterflies to it, the
whispering grass gave them a message for the animals.
"Go to your brothers," it said, "and tell them all is safe now; that at
sunrise to-morrow morning they may come forth from their homes and
wander as usual among the hills. Their enemies, the hunters, will try
to shoot them with their arrows, but they must not be afraid, for now
these arrows can never touch them."
The butterflies flew away quickly and gave the message to the deer, the
wolf, and the fox.
At sunrise the next morning the animals came forth gladly, and they had
not gone far, when they saw the hunters coming towards them.
Remembering the message of their friend, the grass, they did not fear
to remain, and soon saw that the grass had been right. The hunters
aimed their arrows at them and shot, but every arrow flew through the
air and fell harmlessly at their feet. All day this strange thing
happened, and at last the hunters, tired and discouraged, went back to
their camp at the foot of the hill.
"My brothers," said the first hunter, "that was indeed whispering grass
which we ate last night. For see, all day our arrows have failed to
hit their mark, though the game has been many."
"Why did the grass not whisper, then?" asked the second hunter. "It
"Yes, it deceived us," said the third hunter. "It kept silence while
we listened, so that we might be tempted to eat of it. Now we have
lost our power of hunting and shall be laughed at by the other hunters."
"We must fight this whispering grass," said the first hunter. "Let us
go and pull it up by the roots, so that never again it may be able to
deceive any hunter."
"Let us wait until the moon rises high in the sky," said the second
hunter. "Then, indeed, we shall uproot the whispering grass and leave
the green hill bare and naked."
The butterflies, who had been hovering near, heard what the Indians
were saying, and now they flew with all speed to the animals and told
them what was going to happen to the whispering grass.
"Oh, my brothers," said the butterflies, "your enemies, the hunters,
have planned to kill the whispering grass to-night. Can you not save
"We must save it," said the deer. "The whispering grass is our friend.
It saved our lives, and now we must save it." Turning to the fox, the
deer said, "Oh, brother, you are wise and great. Can you not think of
a plan to save the grass?"
"I am not wise enough for that," said the fox, "but I know one who is
wise. You, my brothers, remain here, while I run with all speed to the
Dark Hills where the Manitou of the Bright Fire lives. He is wise and
great, and he will help us."
Saying this, the fox ran at full speed in the direction of a long line
of hills, and it was not long before he reached a small opening which
led down under them. Entering this, he found himself in a long
passage, at the end of which a red light could be seen. When he
reached the end of the passage, he found himself in a large, low cave.
In the centre of this cave a bright red fire glowed, and by its light
he could see a dark figure seated on the floor near the fire. It
turned its face as the fox entered, and he saw the kind face of the
Manitou of the Bright Fire.
"You have come to me for help," said the Manitou, in a deep, soft
voice. "What is wrong, my brother?"
"Our friend, the whispering grass, is going to be uprooted to-night by
the hunters," said the fox. "Can you tell us how to save the grass,
for it has been kind and has saved us from these same hunters?"
"My brother," said the Manitou, "do you see these things which look
like dark stones?" As he said this, he pointed to where a heap of
black objects resembling stones was lying on the floor of the cave. "I
have gathered these from the bowels of the earth. Many years ago
Gitche Manitou, the Mighty Spirit, put them there. He took pieces of
the midnight sky and mixed with each piece a million sunbeams. Then He
hid these deep in the earth, where man would find them when he needed
light and heat. I shall place some of these dark stones in my fire,
while you return to your brothers, the wolf and the deer. Bid them
return with you, and when you again reach my cave these stones shall be
ready for you. Now go, and waste no time, for you must have everything
ready before the hunters awaken."
The fox needed no second bidding. Away he went like the wind. When he
reached the deer and the wolf, he found them anxiously waiting for him.
Quickly giving them the Manitou's message, they all ran back to the
cave. When they reached it, they found that the Manitou had placed a
number of the dark stones in his fire, and that now they were no longer
dark stones but bright red ones.
"My children," said the Manitou, "take these burning coals and place
them in a circle on the hillside among the whispering grass. They will
not harm the grass and their heat will not burn you as you journey
back. But after this, always beware of a glowing fire, for I can give
you my protection this time only."
The animals at once seized as many of the burning coals as they could
carry and raced back to the hill. The night was dark, as the moon had
not yet risen, and when at length they gained the hillside, they saw
that the hunters still slept. Obeying the Manitou, they placed the
coals in a circle on the side of the hill, and then hid behind some
Scarcely had they done this, when the hunters awakened. At once they
noticed the strange, glowing circle on the hillside. They rubbed their
eyes and looked again; it was still there, burning and yet having no
flame. Terrified, they gazed at it, not daring to climb the hillside.
At last one said:
"My brothers, let us return at once to our village. This whispering
grass must be a great friend of Gitche Manitou, and we have done wrong
to eat of it. Let us return and warn our brothers."
"You are right, my brother," said the other hunter. "We will return
and tell of this strange, terrible warning which Gitche Manitou has
sent to us."
So saying, they turned and disappeared rapidly in the darkness, while
the circle on the hillside glowed brightly until the sun rose. When
daylight came there was nothing to be seen of the coals, but on the
hillside where they had been there was a large, brown circle, which
could be seen quite plainly from the valley. And there it can be seen
to this day.
On climbing the hill, the circle vanishes, and not a spot of burnt
grass is to be found, but always from the valley below the brown circle
can be seen. And the animals from that night have been afraid of
glowing fire, for they know the Manitou cannot give his protection
But he has been their greatest friend ever since that night. When they
are in any trouble they go at once to the Dark Hills, and, creeping
through the long passage, reach the cave where the bright fire glows.
There they tell the kind Manitou all that makes them sad, and he
comforts them. In the autumn he tells the deer where to hide in the
hills, so that the hunters cannot kill them. In the long, cold winter
he tells the hungry gray wolf where to find food, and in the summer he
shows the red fox how to double on his trail so that none may catch
him. And to all of them he has taught the secret of the glowing fire,
that its brightness means danger, save when they rest beside it in his
cave under the Dark Hills.