Traditional Abenaki folklore tale
Long ago, Gluscabi lived with his grandmother,
woodchuck,
in a small lodge beside the big water.
One day Gluscabi was walking around when he looked out
and saw some
ducks in the bay.
“I think it is time to go hunt some ducks,” he said.
So he took his bow and
arrows and got into his canoe. He began to paddle out
into the bay and as he
paddled he sang:
Ki yo wah ji neh
Yo ho hey ho
Ki yo wah ji neh
Ki yo wah ji neh
But a wind came up and it turned his canoe and blew
him back to shore.
Once again Gluscabi began to paddle out and this time
he sang his song a little louder
KI YO WAH JI NEH
YO HO HEY HO
KI YO WAH JI NEH
KI YO WAH JI NEH
But again the wind came and blew him back to shore.
Four times he tried to paddle out into the bay and
four times he failed.
He was not happy. He went back to the lodge of his
grandmother and walked right in,
even though there was a stick leaning across the door,
which meant
that the person inside was doing some work and did not
want to be disturbed.
“Grandmother,” Gluscabi said, “What makes the wind
blow?”
Grandmother Woodchuck looked up from her work.
“Gluscabi,” she said,
“Why do you want to know?”
Then Gluscabi answered her just as every child in the
world
does when they are asked such a question.
“Because,” he said.
Grandmother Woodchuck looked at him. “Ah, Gluscabi,”
she said.
“Whatever you ask such a questions I feel there is
going to be trouble.
And perhaps I should not tell you. Bit I know that you
are so stubborn you
will never stop asking until I answer you. So I shall
tell you. Far from here,
on top of the tallest mountain, a great bird stands.
This bird is named Wuchowsen,
and when he flaps his wings he makes the wind blow.”
“Eh-hey, Grandmother,” said Gluscabi, “I see. Now how
would one find
that place where the Wind Eagle stands?”
Again Grandmother Woodchuck lookes at Gluscabi. “Ah,
Gluscabi,” she said,
“Once again I feel that perhaps I should not tell you.
But I know that you are very
stubborn and would never stop asking. So, I will come
to the
place where Wuchowsen stands.”
“Thank you, Grandmother,” said Gluscabi. He stepped
out of the lodge
and faced into the wind and began to walk.
He walked across the fields and through the woods and
the wind blew hard.
He walked through the valleys and into the hills and
the wind blew harder still.
He came to the foothills and began to climb and the
wind still blew harder.
Now the foothills were becoming mountains and the wind
was very strong.
Soon there were no longer any trees and the wind was
very, very strong.
The wind was so strong that it bl;ew off Gluscabi
moccasins. But he was
stubborn and he kept walking, leaning into the wind.
Now the wind was so
strong that it blew off his shirt, but he kept on
walking. Now the wind was so
strong that it blew off all his clothes and he was
naked, but he kept walking.
Now the wind was so strong that it blew off all his
hair, but Gluscabi still kept walking,
facing the wind. The wind was so strong that it blew
off his eyebrows, but still,
he continued to walk. Now the wind was so strong that
he could hardly stand.
He had to pull himself along by grabbing hold of
boulders. But there, on the peck
ahead of him, he could see a great bird slowly
flapping its wings.
It was Wuchowsen, the Wind Eagle.
Gluscabi took a deep breath. “Grandfather!” he
shouted.
The Wind Eagle stopped flapping his wings and looked around.
“Who calls me Grandfather?” he said.
Gluscabi stood up. “It’s me, Grandfather. I just came
up here to tell
you that you do a very good job making the wind blow.”
The Wind Eagle puffed out his chest with pride. “You
mean like this?”
he said and flapped his wings even harder. The wind
which he made was
so strong that it lifted Gluscabi right off his feet,
and he would have been
blown right off the mountain had he not reached out
and grabbed a boulder again.
“Grandfather!!!” Gluscabi shouted again.
The Wind Eagle stopped flapping his wings.” Yesss?” he
said.
Gluscabi stood up and came closer to Wuchowsen. “You
do a very good
job of making the wind blow, Grandfather. This is so.
But it seems to me that
you could do even better job if you were on that peak
over there.”
The Wind Eagle looked toward the other peak. “That may
be so,” he said,
“ but how would I get from here to there?”
Gluscabi smiled. “Grandfather,” he said, “I will carry
you. Wait here.”
Then Gluscabi ran back down the mountain until he came
to a big basswood tree.
He stripped off the outer bark and from the inner bark
he braided a strong carrying
strap which he took back up the mountain to the Wind
Eagle. “Here, Grandfather,”
he said. “Let me wrap this around you so I can lift
you more easily.”
Then he wrapped the carrying strap so tightly around
Wuchoswsen that his
wings were pulled in to his sides and he could hardly
breathe. “Now Grandfather,”
Gluscabi said, picking the Wind Eagle up, “I will take
you to a better place.”
He began to walk toward the other peak, but as he
walked he came to a place where
there was a large crevice, and as he steppes over it
he let go of the carrying strap
and the Wind Eagle slid down into the crevice, upside
down, and was stuck.
“Now,” Gluscabi said, “It is time to hunt some ducks.”
He walked back down the mountain and there was no wind
at all. He walked till he
came to the tree line and still no wind blew. He
walked down to the foothills and
down to the hills and valleys and still there was no
wind. He walked through the
forest and through the fields, and the wind did not
blow at all. He walked and walked
until he came back to the lodge by the water, and by
now his hair had grown back.
He put on some fine new clothing and a new pair of
moccasins and took his bow and
arrows and went down to the bay and climbed into his
boat to hunt ducks.
He paddles out into the water and sang his canoeing
song:
Ki yo wah ji neh
Yo ho hey ho
Ki yo wah ji neh
Ki yo wah ji neh
But the air was very hot and still and he began to
sweat.
The air was so still and hot that it wad hard to
breathe.
Soon the water began to grow dirty and smell bad and
there was so
much foam on the water he could hardly paddle. He was not
pleased at all
and returned to the shore and went straight to his
grandmother’s lodge and walked in.
“Grandmother,” he said, “What is wrong? The air is hot
and still and it
making me sweat and it is hard to breathe. The water
is dirty and covered
with foam. I cannot hunt ducks at all like this.”
“Gluscabi,” she said, “What have you done now?”
And Gluscabi answered just as every child in the world
answers
when asked that question, “Oh, nothing,” he said.
“Gluscabi,” said Grandmother Woodchuck again,
“Tell me what you have done.”
Then Gluscabi told her about going to visit the Wind
Eagle and
what he had done to stop the wind.
“Oh Gluscabi,” said Grandmother Woodchuck, “will you
never learn?
Tabaldak, The Owner, set the Wind Eagle on that
mountain to make the
wind because we need wind. The wind keeps the air cool
and clean. The wind brings
the clouds which gives up rain to wash the Earth. The
wind moves the waters
and keeps them fresh and sweet. Without the wind, life
will not be good for us,
for our children or our children’s children.”
Gluscabi nodded his head. “Kaamoji, Grandmother,” he
said. “I understand.”
Then he went outside. He faced in the direction from
which the wind had once
came and began to walk. He walked through the fields
and through the forest the
valleys and up the hills and there was no wind and it
was hard for him to breathe.
He came to the foothills and began to climb and he was
very hot and sweaty indeed.
At last he came to the mountain where the Wind Eagle
once stood and he went and
looked down into the crevice. There was Wuchowsen, The
Wind Eagle, wedged
upside down.
“Uncle?” Gluscabi called.
The Wind Eagle looked up as best he could.
“Who calls me uncle? He said.
“It is Gluscabi, Uncle. I’m up here. But what are you
doing down there?”
“Oh, Gluscabi,” said the Wind Eagle, “a very ugly
naked man with no hair told me that
he would take me to the other peak so that I could do
a better job of making the
wind blow. He tied my wings and picked me up, but as
he stepped over this crevice
he dropped me in and I am stuck. And I am not
comfortable here at all.”
“Ah, Grandfath…er, Uncle, I will get you out.”
Then Gluscabi climbed down into the crevice. He pulled
the Wind Eagle
free and placed him back on his mountain and untied
his wings.
“Uncle,” Gluscabi said, “It is good that the wind
should blow sometimes and
other times it is good that it should be still.”
The Wind Eagle looked at Gluscabi and then nodded his
head. “Grandson,”
he said, “I hear what you say.”
So it is that sometimes there is wind and sometimes it
is still to this very day.