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NATIVE
AMERICAN LEGENDS
The Corn Maidens - A Zuni
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By Katharine Berry Judson |
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After long ages of wandering, the precious Seed-things rested over the
Middle at Zuni, and men turned their hearts to the cherishing of their
corn and the Corn Maidens instead of warring with strange men.
But there was complaint by the people of the customs followed. Some said
the music was not that of the olden time. Far better was that which of
nights they often heard as they wandered up and down the river trail.
Wonderful music, as of liquid voices in caverns, or the echo of women's
laughter in water-vases. And the music was timed with a deep-toned drum
from the Mountain of Thunder. Others thought the music was that of the
ghosts of ancient men, but it was far more beautiful than the music when
danced the Corn Maidens.
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Corn Maiden Sculpture
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Others said light clouds rolled upward
from the grotto in Thunder Mountain like to the mists that leave
behind them the dew, but lo! even as they faded the bright garments of
the Rainbow women might be seen fluttering, and the broidery and
paintings of these dancers of the mist were more beautiful than the
costumes of the Corn Maidens.
Then the priests of the people said, "It may well be Paiyatuma, the
liquid voices his flute and the flutes of his players."
Now when the time of ripening corn was near, the fathers ordered
preparation for the dance of the Corn Maidens. They sent the two
Master-Priests of the Bow to the grotto at Thunder Mountains, saying.,
"If you behold Paiyatuma, and his maidens, perhaps they will give us
the help of their customs."
Then up the river trail, the priests heard the sound of a drum and
strains of song. It was Paiyatuma and his seven maidens, the Maidens
of the House of Stars, sisters of the Corn Maidens.
The God of Dawn and Music lifted his flute and took his place in the
line of dancers. The drum sounded until the cavern shook as with
thunder. The flutes sang and sighed as the wind in a wooded canon
while still the storm is distant. White mists floated up from the
wands of the Maidens, above which fluttered the butterflies of
Summer-land about the dress of the Rainbows in the strange blue light
of the night.
Then Paiyatuma, smiling, said, "Go the way before, telling the fathers
of our custom, and straightway we will follow."
Soon the sound of music was heard, coming
from up the river, and soon the Flute People and singers and maidens
of the Flute dance. Up rose the fathers and all the watching people,
greeting the God of Dawn with outstretched hand and offering of prayer
meal. Then the singers took their places and sounded their drum,
flutes, and song of clear waters, while the Maidens of the Dew danced
their Flute dance. Greatly marveled the people, when from the wands
they bore forth came white clouds, and fine cool mists descended.
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Now
when the dance was ended and the Dew Maidens had retired, out came the
beautiful Mothers of Corn. And when the players of the flutes saw them,
they were enamored of their beauty and gazed upon them so intently that
the Maidens let fall their hair and cast down their eyes. And jealous and
bolder grew the mortal youths, and in the morning dawn, in rivalry, the
dancers sought all too freely the presence of the Corn Maidens, no longer
holding them so precious as in the olden time. And the matrons, intent on
the new dance, heeded naught else. But behold! The mists increased
greatly, surrounding dancers and watchers alike, until within them, the
Maidens of Corn, all in white garments, became invisible. Then sadly and
noiselessly they stole in amongst the people and laid their corn wands
down amongst the trays, and laid their white broidered garments thereupon,
as mothers lay soft kilting over their babes. Then even as the mists
became they, and with the mists drifting, fled away, to the far south
Summer-land.
Added April, 2005
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Excerpted from the book
Myths and Legends of California and the Old Southwest,
by Katharine Berry Judson, 1916. (now in the public domain)
Katharine Berry Judson
first published this book in 1916, which collects the oral traditions of
the Zuni, Hopi, Achomawi, Sia, Pima, Pai Ute, and other tribes of the
Southwest. She compiled and edited four collections of native myths
and tales. Judson was a professor of history at the University of
Washington
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