By Katharine Berry Judson.
Corn Maiden.
After long ages of wandering, the precious Seed-things rested over the Middle at Zuni, and men turned their hearts to cherish their corn and the Corn Maidens instead of warring with strange men.
But the people complained about the customs they followed. Some said the music was not that of the olden time. Far better was that which they often heard on nights as they wandered up and down the river trail. Wonderful music, liquid voices in caverns, or the echo of women’s laughter in water vases. The music was timed to 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 by the Corn Maidens.
Others said light clouds rolled upward from the grotto in Thunder Mountain like 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. The embroidery and paintings of these dancers of the mist were more beautiful than the Corn Maidens’ costumes.
Then the people’s priests said, “It may well be Paiyatuma, the liquid voice of his flute, and the flutes of his players.”
Now, when the time of ripening corn neared, the fathers ordered preparations 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 a 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 like wind through a wooded canyon, while the storm remained distant. White mists floated up from the wands of the Maidens, above which fluttered the butterflies of Summerland 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, music came from up the river, and the Flute People, singers, and maidens of the Flute dance. The fathers and all the watching people rose, greeting the God of Dawn with outstretched hands and offering a prayer meal. Then the singers took their places and sounded their drums, flutes, and song of clear waters while the Maidens of the Dew danced their Flute dance. The people greatly marveled when white clouds came from the wands they bore forth, and fine, cool mists descended.
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 times. And the matrons, intent on the new dance, heeded naught else. But behold! The mists increased significantly, surrounding dancers and watchers alike, until the Maidens of Corn, all in white garments, became invisible within them. Then sadly and noiselessly, they stole in amongst the people, laid their corn wands down amongst the trays, and laid their white embroidered 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 of Summerland.
Compiled & edited by Kathy Alexander/Legends of America, updated September 2026.
Zuni Girls.
Excerpted from the book Myths and Legends of California and the Old Southwest by Katharine Berry Judson, 1916. 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 also compiled and edited four collections of Native myths and tales. Judson was a history professor at the University of Washington.
Also See:
Legends, Myths & Tales of Native Americans
The Zuni – A Mysterious People