White-Skunk seeks medicine IX…

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… After leaving Skunk, Young-Wolf had overtaken his brothers and told them that, “Skunk was carrying a poor Rice-Bird in his back-pack.”

They all came back down the valley looking for Skunk.

They heard his stick-game song and crept up on him stealthily.

They saw Skunk squirming about between his sticks playing the game by himself.

They saw Rice-Bird’s, beads and shells piled up between the rows of rotten wood and feared the worse.

Young-Wolf crept up behind Skunk,  deftly placed his foot on Skunk’s tail and at the same time seized him by the nape of the neck.

Skunk did not stir.

“Fetch me a wooden club and let me club him to death,” said Young-Wolf to his brothers.

But that roused Skunk.

“Eh! What, am I an old woman that you should club me to death like that,” said Skunk, “put me down and let us meet face to face!”

“Your brave talk is only on account of your musk-sac,” said Young-Wolf, he called to his brothers, “hurry up with that club!”

His brothers handed Young-Wolf a wooden club and he clubbed poor Skunk to death.

Then the Wolf brothers took the beads and shells of Rice-Bird and went on their way.

This far and no further for White-Skunk.

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20 thoughts on “White-Skunk seeks medicine IX…

  1. Oh, this is hard to bear, except when I remember the skunks where I used to live on a peninsula in Southern California. The dog seemed to come home regularly, reeking of that brand of skunks. One of my friends always said they smelled somewhat like burned coffee, but for me, I think it was far worse. Once when we were about to leave for an adventure way down in the state of Chihuahua, the dog got into it with a skunk just as we were leaving, and we had to drive that long distance holding our noses and trying to avoid the dog. Now those skunks I would have not felt bad about losing, but this one seemed to be minding his own business, so it was somewhat cruel, but then we are talking creatures, and it seems there is no such thing as cruelty amongst them.

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    1. This tale is a Native American Indian teaching story from the Nez Perce… They were clearly well acquainted with the boons and banes of all the creatures they interacted with in their environment. At the outset of this tale ‘Bald-Eagle and White-Skunk’, Skunk clearly ‘transgresses’ the natural order and all his ‘adventures’ and ‘woes’ stem from there…

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      1. You are totally amazing! Love this. Thank you for clarifying it for me. I do know some Native American folklore as I used to live in Arizona and New Mexico, but the Nez Perce were unknown to me directly. I have heard of them, but did not know their folklore, so thank you so much.

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  2. I am new to this site, and would love to know how you and Sue began writing books together as it were. You are both really amazing people!!!

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      1. I am so in love when I read about The Silent Eye School of Consciousness. Right up my alley truly. I have been on a similar path more or less for many long years of my life. If I had the money, I would absolutely be involved with this directly. We cannot ever learn too much about the mysteries of life. I have done a number of consciousness workshops and seminars in my lifetime, but nothing as wonderful as this. I know I would absolutely Love it. How incredible your story!!! Thank you so much.

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