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The Ghost
Dance - A Promise of Fulfillment |
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The Father Comes
Singing
There is the father coming,
There is the father coming.
The father says this as he comes,
The father says this as he comes,
"You shall live," he says as he comes,
"You shall live," 'he says as he comes.
- Sioux
Ghost Dance Song
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Ghost Dance. Illustration
by James Mooney, 1893, courtesy National Anthropological Archives,
Smithsonian Institution.
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1890
Observation and Description of the Ghost Dance
Mrs. Z.A. Parker
observed the
Ghost
Dance among the
Lakota
at Pine Ridge Reservation, Dakota Territory on June 20, 1890 and
described it as such:
We drove to this spot
about 10:30 o’clock on a delightful October day. We came upon tents
scattered here and there in low, sheltered places long before reaching
the dance ground. Presently we saw over three hundred tents placed in
a circle, with a large pine tree in the center, which was covered with
strips of cloth of various colors, eagle feathers, stuffed birds,
claws, and horns-all offerings to the Great Spirit. The ceremonies had
just begun. In the center, around the tree, were gathered their
medicine-men; also those who had been so fortunate as to have had
visions and in them had seen and talked with friends who had died. A
company of fifteen had started a chant and were marching abreast,
others coming in behind as they marched. After marching around the
circle of tents they turned to the center, where many had gathered and
were seated on the ground.
I think they wore the ghost shirt or ghost
dress for the first time that day. I noticed that these were all new
and were worn by about seventy men and forty women. The wife of a man
called Return-from-scout had seen in a vision that her friends all
wore a similar robe, and on reviving from her trance she called the
women together and they made a great number of the sacred garments.
They were of white cotton cloth. The women's dress was cut like their
ordinary dress, a loose robe with wide, flowing sleeves, painted blue
in the neck, in the shape of a three-cornered handkerchief, with moon,
stars, birds, etc., interspersed with real feathers, painted on the
waists, letting them fall to within 3 inches of the ground, the fringe
at the bottom. In the hair, near the crown, a feather was tied. I
noticed an absence of any manner of head ornaments, and, as I knew
their vanity and fondness for them, wondered why it was. Upon making
inquiries I found they discarded everything they could which was made
by white men.
The ghost shirt for the men was made of
the same material-shirts and leggings painted in red. Some of the
leggings were painted in stripes running up and down, others running
around. The shirt was painted blue around the neck, and the whole
garment was fantastically sprinkled with figures of birds, bows and
arrows, sun, moon, and stars, and everything they saw in nature.
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Ghost Dance.WovokaIllustration by James Mooney, 1893, courtesy National
Anthropological Archives, Smithsonian Institution. |
Down
the outside of the sleeve were rows of feathers tied by the quill ends and
left to fly in the breeze, and also a row around the neck and up and down
the outside of the leggings. I noticed that a number had stuffed birds,
squirrel heads, etc., tied in their long hair. The faces of all were
painted red with a black half-moon on the forehead or on one cheek.
As
the crowd gathered about the tree the high priest, or master of
ceremonies, began his address, giving them directions as to the chant and
other matters. After he had spoken for about fifteen minutes they arose
and formed in a circle. As nearly as I could count, there were between
three and four hundred persons.
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One stood directly behind
another, each with his hands on his neighbor's shoulders. After walking
about a few times, chanting, "Father, I come," they stopped marching, but
remained in the circle, and set up the most fearful, heart-piercing wails
I ever heard-crying, moaning, groaning, and shrieking out their grief, and
naming over their departed friends and relatives, at the same time taking
up handfuls of dust at their feet, washing their hands in it, and throwing
it over their heads. Finally, they raised their eyes to heaven, their
hands clasped high above their heads, and stood straight and perfectly
still, invoking the power of the Great Spirit to allow them to see and
talk with their people who had died. This ceremony lasted about fifteen
minutes, when they all sat down where they were and listened to another
address, which I did not understand, but which I afterwards learned were
words of encouragement and assurance of the coming messiah.
When they arose again,
they enlarged the circle by facing toward the center, taking hold of
hands, and moving around in the manner of school children in their play of
"needle's eye." And now the most intense excitement began. They would go
as fast as they could, their hands moving from side to side, their bodies
swaying, their arms, with hands gripped tightly in their neighbors',
swinging back and forth with all their might. If one, more weak and frail,
came near falling, he would be jerked up and into position until tired
nature gave way. The ground had been worked and worn by many feet, until
the fine, flour-like dust lay light and loose to the depth of two or three
inches. The wind, which had increased, would sometimes take it up,
enveloping the dancers and hiding them from view. In the ring were men,
women, and children; the strong and the robust, the weak consumptive, and
those near to death's door. They believed those who were sick would be
cured by joining in the dance and losing consciousness. From the beginning
they chanted, to a monotonous tune, the words:
Father, I come;
Mother, I come;
Brother, I come;
Father, give us back our
arrows.
All of which they would
repeat over and over again until first one and then another would break
from the ring and stagger away and fall down. One woman fell a few feet
from me. She came toward us, her hair flying over her face, which was
purple, looking as if the blood would burst through; her hands and arms
moving wildly; every breath a pant and a groan; and she fell on her back,
and went down like a log. I stepped up to her as she lay there motionless,
but with every muscle twitching and quivering. She seemed to be perfectly
unconscious. Some of the men and a few of the women would run, stepping
high and pawing the air in a frightful manner. Some told me afterwards
that they had a sensation as if the ground were rising toward them and
would strike them in the face. Others would drop where they stood. One
woman fell directly into the ring, and her husband stepped out and stood
over her to prevent them from trampling upon her. No one ever disturbed
those who fell or took any notice of them except to keep the crowd away.
They kept up dancing
until fully 100 persons were lying unconscious. Then they stopped and
seated themselves in a circle, and as each recovered from his trance he
was brought to the center of the ring to relate his experience. Each told
his story to the medicine-man and he shouted it to the crowd. Not one in
ten claimed that he saw anything. I asked one
Indian,
a tall, strong fellow, straight as an arrow-what his experience was. He
said he saw an eagle coming toward him. It flew round and round, drawing
nearer and nearer until he put out his hand to take it, when it was gone.
I asked him what he thought of it. "Big lie," he replied. I found by
talking to them that not one in twenty believed it. After resting for a
time they would go through the same performance, perhaps three times a
day. They practiced fasting, and every morning those who joined in the
dance were obliged to immerse themselves in the creek.
Added
April, 2005
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Ghost Dance
among the
Cheyenne and
Arapaho,
courtesy Library of Congress |
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