2023.05.30 15:11 Janius [H] Medal of Honor, Crysis 2, Luck Be a Landlord, Dicey Dungeon, Mail Mole [W] Oaken, Bug Fables, offers
2023.05.30 10:13 maximusaemilius Humans are way harder to kill with poison than one might think...
2023.05.30 10:10 maximusaemilius Empyrean Iris: 2-9: Poisoned (by Charlie Star)
2023.05.30 01:35 Successful_Fly_3781 No plasma places in Georgia
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2023.05.30 00:03 mozzrs Anyone who went to the Bristol show can tell me what this Golden Circle is all about
2023.05.29 23:13 JoshAsdvgi The Boy Who Was Saved by Thoughts
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The Boy Who Was Saved by Thoughts
A poor widow woman once lived near the sea in Eastern Canada.
Her husband had been drowned catching fish one stormy day far off the coast, and her little boy was now her only means of support.
He had no brothers or sisters, and he and his mother, because they lived alone, were always good comrades.
Although he was very young and small, he was very strong, and he could catch fish and game like a man.
Every day he brought home food to his mother, and they were never went without a meal.
Now it happened that the Great Eagle who made the Winds in these parts became very angry because he was not given enough to eat.
He went screaming through the land in search of food, but no food could he find.
And he said, “If the people will not give me food, I will take care that they get no food for themselves, and when I grow very hungry I shall eat up all the little children in the land.
For my young ones must have nourishment too.”
So he tossed the waters about with the wind of his great wings, and he bent the trees and flattened the corn, and for days he made such activity on the earth that the people stayed indoors, and they were afraid to come out in search of food.
At last the boy and his mother became very hungry.
And the boy said, “I must go and find food, since there is not a crumb left in the house.
We cannot wait longer.”
And he said to his mother, “I know where a fat young beaver lives in his house of reeds on the bank of the stream near the sea.
I shall go and kill him, and his flesh will feed us for many days.”
His mother did not want him to make this hazardous journey, for the Great Eagle was still in the land.
But he said to her, “You must think of me always when I am gone, and I will think of you, and while we keep each other in our memories I shall come to no harm.”
So, taking his long hunting knife, he set out for the beaver’s home in his house of reeds on the bank of the stream near the sea.
He reached the place without mishap and there he found Beaver fast asleep.
He soon killed him and slung him over his shoulder and started back to his mother’s house.
“A good fat load I have here,” he said to himself, “and we shall now have many a good dinner of roast beaver-meat.”
But as he went along with his load on his back, the Great Eagle spied him from a distance and swooped down upon him without warning.
Before he could strike with his knife, the Eagle caught him by the shoulders and soared away, holding him in a mighty grip with the beaver still on his back.
The boy tried to plunge his knife into the Eagle’s breast, but the feathers were too thick and tough, and he was not strong enough to drive the knife through them.
He could do nothing but make the best of his sorry plight.
“Surely I can think of a way of escape,” he said to himself, “and my mother’s thoughts will be with me to help me.”
Soon the Eagle arrived at his home.
It was built on a high cliff overlooking the sea, hundreds of feet above the beach, where even the sound of the surf rolling in from afar could not reach it.
There were many young birds in the nest, all clamuring for food.
Great Eagle threw the boy to the side of the nest and told him to stay there.
And he said, “I shall first eat the beaver, and after he is all eaten up, we shall have a good fat meal from you.”
Then he picked the beaver to pieces and fed part of it to his young ones.
For some days the boy lay in terror in the nest, trying to think of a way of escape.
Birds flew high over his head, and far out on the ocean, he could see great ships going by.
But no help came to him, and he thought that death would soon be upon him.
And his mother sat at home waiting for him to return, but day after day passed and still he did not come.
She thought he must surely be in great danger, or that perhaps he was already dead.
One day, as she was weeping, thinking of her lost boy, an old woman came along.
“Why do you cry?” she asked.
And the weeping woman said, “My boy has been away for many days.
I know that harm has come upon him.
The men of my tribe have gone in search of him, and they will kill whatever holds him a prisoner, but I fear he will never come back alive.”
And the old woman said, “Little good the men of your tribe can do you!
You must aid him with your thoughts, for material things are vain.
I will help you, for I have been given great power by the Little People of the Hills.”
So the woman used her thoughts and her wishes to bring back her boy.
That night the boy noticed that the beaver had all been eaten up and that not a morsel remained.
He knew that unless he could save himself at once he would surely die on the morrow.
The Great Eagle, he knew, would swoop down upon him and kill him with a blow of his powerful beak and claws.
But when the boy slept, he saw his mother in his slumber.
And she said to him, “Tomorrow when Great Eagle goes from the nest, brace your knife, point upwards, against the rock.
When he swoops down to kill you his breast will strike the knife, and he will be pierced to death.
You are not strong enough to cut through his feathers with your knife, but he is powerful enough to destroy himself.”
The next morning when Great Eagle went out, the boy did as the vision of the night had told him.
He braced his sharp hunting-knife, point upwards, against the rock and sat still and waited. Then he heard the young eagles making a great noise and crying loudly for their breakfast. He knew that his hour had come.
Soon the Great Eagle, hearing the screams of his young ones, came flying back to the nest to kill the boy.
He circled around above him with loud cries and then with great force swooped down upon him, hoping to kill him with his beak and claws.
But instead, he struck the blade braced upwards against the rock.
The knife pierced far into his breast, and with a loud scream he rolled over dead into the nest.
The boy then killed the young eagles, and he knew that now for a time he was safe.
But he did not know how to get down from the Eagle’s nest, for it jutted out like a shelf far over the beach, and behind it was a wall of rock around which he could not climb.
He had no means of making a ladder, and his cries would not be heard upon the beach because of the constant roaring of the surf.
He thought he would surely starve to death, and that night he cried himself to sleep.
But in the night he again saw his mother in his slumbers.
And she said, “You are a foolish boy.
Why do you not use the thoughts I send you?
Tomorrow skin the eagle and crawl inside the skin.
If the wide wings can hold the Eagle in the air they can likewise hold you.
Drop off from the cliff and you will land safely on the beach.”
The next day the boy did as the vision of the night had told him.
He carefully skinned the Great Eagle.
Then he crawled inside the skin and thrust his arms through the skin just above the wings, so that his extended arms would hold the wings straight out beneath them.
Then he prepared to drop down.
But when he looked over the cliff, he was very frightened, for the sight made him dizzy.
On the beach, men looked like flies, they were so far away.
But he remembered the promise made to him in his slumbers.
So he pushed himself from the cliff and dropped down.
The wings of Great Eagle let him fall gently through the air and he landed safely and unhurt upon the beach.
He crawled out of the skin and set out for his home.
It was a long journey, for Great Eagle had carried him far away, but towards evening he reached his home safely, and his mother received him with great gladness.
The boy began to boast of his adventure, and he told how he had killed Great Eagle and how he had dropped down unscathed from the cliff.
He spoke of himself with great pride and of his strength and his shrewdness.
But the old woman from the Land of the Little People, the fairies of the hills, who was still present with his mother, said, “Oh, vain boy, do not think so highly of yourself.
Your strength is nothing; your shrewdness is nothing.
It was not these things that saved you, but it was the strength of our thoughts.
These alone endure and succeed when all else fails.
I have taught you the uselessness of all material things, which in the end are but as ashes or as dust.
Our thoughts alone can help us in the end, for they alone are eternal.”
And the boy listened and wondered at what the old woman from the Land of Little People had said,
but he boasted of his strength no more.
2023.05.29 08:41 EchoJobs Circle is hiring Senior Software Engineer USD 150k-270k Atlanta, GA Remote US [GCP Microservices SQL Java AWS Azure Machine Learning Kubernetes API]
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2023.05.29 06:03 Metal_Florida May 29: North/Central Florida concert and festival picks.
|The Dood, Nibiru, The Heavens, Oakflesh||High Dive - Gainesville|
|Fromjoy, Corpse Pile, Manifest in Filth||1904 Music Hall - Jacksonville|
|Madeline Goldstein, More Ephermal, Donzii||Will's Pub - Orlando|
|Attack Attack!, Traitors, Belmont||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Currents, Like Moths To Flames, Foreign Hands||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Summer Salt, The Rare Occasions, Addison Grace||The Abbey - Orlando|
|Attack Attack!, Traitors, Belmont||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Not Promised Tomorrow, Get out of Nashville, Forged with Blood||Pegasus - Tampa|
|Screaming at the Silence, Auditory Armory, Orchestra in Black||Conduit - Winter Park|
|M.99, Shadow the Earth, FILTH||O'Malleys Alley - Ocala|
|Peace Cult, Sistamatic, Deux Visages||Stardust Video & Coffee - Orlando|
|SCHISM, New Divide, Humanity Gone||OCC Road House & Museum - Clearwater|
|Ugly Kid Joe, Fozzy||Jannus - St. Petersburg|
|Rhapsody on Fire, Wind Rose, Seven Kingdoms||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Dying Whale, Dead Register, Moth Bite, The Path||Born Free Pub & Grill - Tampa|
|Heart Attack Man, Super American, Arm's Length||The Abbey - Orlando|
|Mike's Dead, The Haunt||Level 13 - Orlando|
|Within Chaos, Eyes Sewn Shut, Automatik Fit||Jack Rabbits - Jacksonville|
|Jameson Tank, Parks & Razz, Outer Edge Band||1904 Music Hall - Jacksonville|
|Subhumans, UpChuck, gilt||Jack Rabbits - Jacksonville|
|Grass is Dead, The Coppertones||Underbelly - Jacksonville|
|Halo Scars, Mind Virus, Cypher Machine, Re-Birth||Brass Mug - Tampa|
|Maul, Tombstoner, Plasmodulated||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Downswing, Falsifier, Bottomfeeders||Manna Tea & Kava Bar - Sarasota|
|My Children My Bride, Extortionist, No Cure||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Bury Your Dead, Thirst, Edict||Tipsy Tiki - Fort Pierce|
|Maul, Tombstoner||Brass Mug - Tampa|
|Spotlights, Skyliner, The Darling Fire||Jack Rabbits - Jacksonville|
|Halocene, Lauren Babic, Alphamega||Hooch & Hive - Tampa|
|Drain, Drug Church, Magnitude, Gel||Brass Mug - Tampa|
|Halocene, Lauren Babic, Alphamega||Level 13 - Orlando|
|The Convalescence, Summoner's Circle||Jack Rabbits - Jacksonville|
|pulses., With Sails Ahead, I Met A Yeti||Will's Pub - Orlando|
|Halocene, Lauren Babic, Alphamega||Jack Rabbits - Jacksonville|
|Roxx, Re-Birth, Cyber Machine, Haloscars||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Hollow Leg, Clamfight, Moat Cobra||Will's Pub - Orlando|
|Every Avenue, Makeout, Say We Can Fly||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Crossbreed, Cultus Black, Cypher machine, Davey Partain||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Defy the Tyrant, Losing Daylight, Shadow the Earth||Kona Skate Park - Jacksonville|
|Breed, Gillian Carter, Audible Parts||Will's Pub - Orlando|
|Crossbreed, Cultus Black, NoSelf, The Dev||Level 13 - Orlando|
|Bodybox, No Zodiac, High Pressure||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Dikembe, Camp Trash, Glazed||Will's Pub - Orlando|
|Dream Theater, Devin Townsend, Animals As Leaders||Ruth Eckerd Hall - Clearwater|
|Garbage, Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds, Metric||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|Dream Theater, Devin Townsend, Animals As Leaders||Hard Rock Live - Orlando|
|Misfits, Megadeth, Fear||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheater - Tampa|
|Intoxicated, Vacuous Depths, Ebullition||Conduit - Winter Park|
|black midi, YHWH Nailgun||Orpheum - Tampa|
|No/Mas, Knoll, Shock||Conduit - Winter Park|
|We Are the Union, Kill Lincoln, Catbite||The Social - Orlando|
|No/Mas, Knoll||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Yungblud, The Regrettes, Caspr||Jannus - St. Petersburg|
|D.R.I., Metalriser||Underbelly - Jacksonville|
|Peter Frampton||St. Augustine Amphitheatre|
|The Cure||Amalie Arena - Tampa|
|D.R.I., Metalriser||Will's Pub - Orlando|
|D.R.I., Metalriser||Brass Mug - Tampa|
|Liliac, Fortune Child||The Twisted Fork - Port Charlotte|
|Godflesh||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Sad Summer Festival||Daily's Place Amphitheatre - Jacksonville|
|Sad Summer Festival||Coachman Park - Clearwater|
|Subdivisions, Violence System, The Fallen Sons||Jack Rabbits - Jacksonville|
|Memphis May Fire, Norma Jean, Secrets||The Beacham - Orlando|
|Memphis May Fire, Norma Jean, Secrets||High Dive - Gainesville|
|blink-182, Turnstile||Amalie Arena - Tampa|
|Orthodox, Cell, Chamber||Crowbar - Tampa|
|Analepsy, Cognitive, Wormhole, Nectoricgorebeast||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Analepsy, Cognitive, Wormhole, Nectoricgorebeast||Crowbar - Tampa|
|Staind||Seminole Hard Rock - Tampa|
|Staind||Hard Rock Live - Orlando|
|Obituary||Brass Mug - Tampa|
|Cenotaph, Horrific Visions, Architectural Genocide||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Agents of Chaos, Black Clash||Jack Rabbits - Jacksonville|
|Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, Bryan Adams||Amalie Arena - Tampa|
|Mudvayne, Coal Chamber, Gwar, Nonpoint, Butcher Babies||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|The Final Sound, Abbey Death, Layne Lyre||New World Music Hall - Tampa|
|Yosemite In Black, Endbringer, Murder Afloat||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Yellowcard, Mayday Parade, Story of the Year||Daily's Place Amphitheatre - Jacksonville|
|Less Than Jake, Voodoo Glow Skulls, Devon Kay & the Solutions||House of Blues - Orlando|
|Rising Up Angry, Tragic, Legions Blind||Kona Skate Park - Jacksonville|
|Yellowcard, Mayday Parade, Story of the Year||Yuengling Center - Tampa|
|Endbringer, Yosemite In Black, Heavy Hitter||1904 Music Hall - Jacksonville|
|Fall Out Boy, Bring Me The Horizon, Royal & The Serpent||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|Havok, Toxic Holocaust, I AM, Hammerhedd||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Between the Buried and Me, Rivers of Nihil, Thank you Scientist||Jannus - St. Petersburg|
|Round Eye, No Fraud, Caffiends||Will's Pub - Orlando|
|Between the Buried and Me, Rivers of Nihil, Thank you Scientist||Beacham - Orlando|
|Southpaw, Highest Crown, Fortitude, Dead Mirrors||Born Free - Tampa|
|Crobot, Rickshaw, Billie's Burger Patrol||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Underoath, The Ghost Inside, We Came As Romans||Yuengling Center - Tampa|
|Disturbed, Breaking Benjamin||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|Underoath, The Ghost Inside, We Came As Romans||St. Augustine Amphitheatre|
|Sanguisugabogg, Kruelty, Vomit Forth||Conduit - Winter Park|
|The Queers, The Radio Buzzkills, The Jasons||Jack Rabbits - Jacksonville|
|Pyrexia, Cerebral Incubation, Atoll||Conduit - Winter Park|
|The All-American Rejects, New Found Glory, The Starting Line||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|Black Flag||High Dive - Gainesville|
|Alesana, Vampires Everywhere, Limbs||Level 13 - Orlando|
|The Offspring, Sum 41, Simple Plan||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|hed p.e., Lydia can't Breathe, Razorz Edge||Jack Rabbits - Jacksonville|
|Left to Suffer, Distant, Justice for the Damned||Conduit - Winter Park|
|The Smashing Pumpkins, Interpol, Rival Sons||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|The Mezingers||Underbelly - Jacksonville|
|Bless The Fall, Caskets, Kingdom of Giants||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Clutch, Giovanni & The Hired Guns, Mike Dillon||Jannus - St. Petersburg|
|Rob Zombie, Alice Cooper, Ministry||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|Ghost, Amon Amarth||Daily's Place Amphitheatre - Jacksonville|
|Ghost, Amon Amarth||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|Baby Metal, Dethklok, Jason Richardson||Orlando Amphitheater|
|Spitalfield, Rookie of the Year, The Future Perfect||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Bad Omens, ERRA, I See Stars||Jannus - St. Petersburg|
|Bad Omens, ERRA, I See Stars||House of Blues - Orlando|
|The Waning Moon, Palace of Tears, Rux Vendetta||Hooch & Hive - Tampa|
|Kamelot, Battle Beast, Xandria||Hard Rock Live - Orlando|
|Angelmaker, Vulvodynia, Flasifier||Conduit - Orlando|
|3 Doors Down, Candlebox||Daily's Place Amphitheatre - Jacksonville|
|Dance Gavin Dance, SiM, Rain City Drive||Hard Rock Live - Orlando|
|3 Doors Down, Candlebox||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|Avenged Sevenfold, Falling in Reverse||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|Wave to Earth, slchld||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Scowl, Militarie Gun, MSPAINT||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Scowl, Militarie Gun, MSPAINT||1904 Music Hall - Jacksonville|
|Cavalera Conspiracy, Exhumed, Incite||Beacham - Orlando|
|The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus||High Dive - Gainesville|
|CIRCLE JERKS, TSOL, Negative Approach||Underbelly - Jacksonville|
|Shinedown, Papa Roach, Spiritbox||MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre - Tampa|
|NOFX||Vinoy Park - St. Petersburg|
|Flogging Molly, The Bronx||House of Blues - Orlando|
|Absolution Fest||Crowbar - Tampa|
|Ne Obliviscaris, Beyond Creation, Persefone||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Ne Obliviscaris, Beyond Creation, Persefone||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Fit For a King, The Devil Wears Prada, Counterparts, Landmvrks||The Ritz - Tampa|
|Beast in Black, Dance with the Dead||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Fame on Fire, Kingdom Collapse||The Social - Orlando|
|Beast in Black, Dance with the Dead||Conduit - Winter Park|
|Motionless In White, Knocked Loose, After the Burial, Alpha Wolf||Hard Rock Live - Orlando|
|Atilla, Gideon, Until I Wake, Ten56||Underbelly - Jacksonville|
|Atilla, Gideon, Until I Wake, Ten56||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Protest the Hero, Moontooth||The Abbey - Orlando|
|Protest the Hero, Moontooth||Orpheum - Tampa|
|Kansas||Florida Theatre - Jacksonville|
2023.05.29 05:10 Bsclassy Congratulations to the Arlington National Championship Winners!
|4v4||Men's PRO||Your Tax Gurus (Dallas, TX)|
|4v4||Men's COMP||KC Kings (Kansas City, KS)|
|4v4||Men's REC||What! (Tampa, FL)|
|4v4||Men's AMATEUR||CenTex TakeOver (Killeen, TX)|
|5v5||Air-It-Out Men's PRO||Freaks (Dallas, TX)|
|5v5||Air-It-Out Men's COMP||NAS (Miami, FL)|
|5v5||Air-It-Out Men's REC||GB (Leesburg, VA)|
|5v5||Air-It-Out Coed PRO||Freaks (Dallas, TX)|
|5v5||Air-It-Out Coed COMP||GB (Leesburg, VA)|
|5v5||Air-It-Out Women's PRO||She-Unit (Los Angeles, CA)|
|5v5||Air-It-Out Women's COMP||Good Vibes (Dallas, TX)|
|5v5||Gauntlet Men's COMP||Your Tax Gurus (Dallas, TX)|
|5v5||Gauntlet Women's OPEN||Flawda AF (Tampa, FL)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Men's PRO||The Family (Clermont, FL)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Men's ELITE||NAS (Miami, FL)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Men's COMP||Da Trash Cans (Bangor, ME)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Men's REC||Not For Hire (Dallas, TX)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Men's NOVICE||Jokers (Atlanta, GA)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Men's AMATEUR||Straw Hats (New Port Richey, FL)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Men's O35||Rubicons (Orlando, FL)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Coed PRO||Freaks & Your Tax Gurus (Co-Champs)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Coed COMP||Robbin Hoods (Orlando, FL)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Coed REC||GB (Leesburg, VA)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Women's PRO||Montreal U (Quebec, Canada)|
|5v5||Non-Contact Women's COMP||FL Elite (Orlando, FL)|
|5v5||Olympic Men's OPEN||Freaks (Dallas, TX)|
|5v5||Olympic Women's OPEN||The North (Quebec, Canada)|
|5v5||Contact Men's OPEN||Team Shruumz (Austin, TX)|
|5v5||Contact Women's OPEN||She-Unit (Los Angeles, CA)|
|6v6||Contact Men's OPEN||New Dynasty (Phoenix, AZ)|
|6v6||Contact Women's OPEN||Lace Up (Denver, CO)|
|7v7||Screen Men's PRO||Shruumz (Austin, TX)|
|7v7||Screen Men's COMP||Phenoms (New Orleans, LA)|
|7v7||Screen Men's REC||OKC United Phenoms (Norman, OK)|
|7v7||Screen Women's OPEN||Shruumz (Austin, TX)|
|8v8||Screen Coed PRO||VA Elite (Gainesville, VA)|
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|5v5||Youth 6U||NTX Blitz FamLife (Prosper, TX)|
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2023.05.29 00:00 EchoJobs Circle is hiring Senior Software Engineer USD 150k-270k [Atlanta, GA] [GCP Microservices SQL Java AWS Azure Machine Learning Kubernetes API]
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2023.05.28 22:49 wlbmxy Golden Circle early entry - best view and how important is queuing up early
2023.05.28 14:08 No_Eight Lifestyle of the Zonowōdjon
She held her breath as the clinker nosed onto the island. It was barely more than the size of two houses, covered in tall grass and reeds, but she hadn’t set sights on it for its size. It was hard to tell, so far from the coast, but it did not appear to have the sloping beach of a sandbar island, and even seemed to drift gently with the wind, as would their ship if the oars were docked. If she was right, this was one of the wandering islands.submitted by No_Eight to DawnPowers [link] [comments]
Her grandmother had told stories to all the children of the village, of her own time on fishing voyages aboard the longboats, and of finding a wandering island herself. Assembled through the will of a powerful spirit, wandering islands were as much life as land, imparting some of the lost vigor of the first generation unto the soil and allowing it to again wander the lakes.
To weather the night here may not seem practical, small as the wandering islands typically are. But the spirits of these islands are kindly if offered due respect, and always protect those who sleep on their backs. And to return to the village with such a story… when she too became an elder, she could regale the next generation with her own story, not just the one she carried from her grandmother.
She teased the land with one foot, and finding it solid hauled herself over the strake and onto the land. It bobbed slightly as it took her weight, and she felt her heart soar as the remaining crew disembarked behind her. As some of their number began fetching the poles and reed mats that would make their lean-tos for the coming night, she watched one of the oarsmen reverently offer a prayer to the ship-shrine, before taking a pinch of sacred ash from the urn within. He took slow, measured steps to the center of the island, before beginning his observances to the spirit who would watch over them that night.
She almost wished she could help, but this was his role, and a spirit prefers to commune with only one regardless. He scattered the ash into the grass of the island as he shook a small chime, two strings of small shells tied on both ends to a T-shaped stick, and filled the quiet air with a gentle percussion. She could not hear his prayers; they were silent after all. But she could witness his devotion in his bearing, and imagine the honor he felt at getting this chance.
It felt strange to see the wild shrine rituals without a shrine, or even an urn, but in truth it would be impossible to erect a shrine here. The proper observances could not be carried out should the island drift and never again be found. To build a shrine, a promise to a spirit that could not be kept, would be a cruelty that the village would not be forgiven for. Perhaps they would instead leave some of the reeds they carried, shredding their mats the same way old thatch is returned to rot in the marshes, for even a spirit powerful enough to set an island adrift must respect the cycle of death and rebirth, and could make use of their gift.
But for this night, they and the spirit would share a kinship, and they would depart on the morrow with a story and a blessing.
The ZonowōdjonClaim Map
The Zonowōdjon (families of the lake, originally from family.lake-ɢᴇɴ), also known to call themselves simply the Wōdjon, live in the coastal forests and shallow hills along the shores of the southern Titonean lakes. They comprise a collection of small villages, most constructed within reach of waterways with access to the lakes, if not on their very shore. More than anything, the Zonowōdjon are united by their animistic practices and sense of shared identity through language, as well as their predisposition to fishing and wetlands forage over the paddy agriculture predominant elsewhere in Tritonea.
Subsistence, Industry, and LifestyleAgriculture practiced by Zonowōdjon is more akin to horticulture. Long domesticated crops of the region such as zizania have made their way into Zonowōdjon hands, but large dedicated irrigation systems are largely not in use. Opportunistic replanting of common forage goods is frequent, typically in gardens just outside the circle of houses. While a fair amount of village labor is tied up in the planting and tending of these gardens, they do not provide a majority of Zonowōdjon caloric intake. Rather, the quantities of vegetable matter their relatively small population sizes demand are served well by a mixture of forage and horticulture, the former seeing many villages built within reach of the freshwater marshes where their most harvested good, cattail, is found.
Cattail is employed for a variety of purposes, both culinary and industrial. Young shoots and narrow leaves are consumed as vegetables, while the root is harvested seasonally, dried, and processed into flour. Tubers found in the root system are also consumed as a vegetable, as are the immature flower spikes. The bast fiber of the stem is processed for use in textiles, as are the leaf fibers, though the former are more productive and make up a greater share of Zonowōdjon textile goods. Lastly, the stems are harvested whole for the production of wicker, thatch roofing, and reed boats.
Beyond cattail, Lotus is commonly foraged for use as a vegetable, particularly its root. Nuts, fruits, and herbs also comprise a major element of Zonowōdjon food culture, though many are sourced exclusively from forage. Wild alliums are the most prevalent aromatic the Zonowōdjon harvest, while cranberries are one or the more prevalent fruits, used both fresh and dried in cooking. Hemp, both foraged and gardened, serves as a secondary source of textile fiber, and its seeds are heavily employed in cooking. Oil is pressed from seeds and nuts, with pecan being the most common source, but is not produced in great quantities by the Zonowōdjon themselves, and some oil comes by trade with their more agriculturally developed neighbors. Lastly, mushrooming is a major tradition among Zonowōdjon, comprising a significant portion of their diet during seasons when mushroom forage is plentiful.
FishingThe true backbone of Zonowōdjon subsistence is fishing. Fish, shellfish, and crustaceans are caught through a mixture of open-water net fishing, sunken basket traps, river and stream weirs, and manual forage for shellfish in shallower waters. Crayfish are one of the most common catches in the basket traps and are prized more as a delicacy than a staple food, while larger fish from open-water fishing comprise the bulk of seafood by weight, and enable villages closer to the lake shore to grow larger, and their descendants to found new villages more frequently. Both canoes and wading fishers deploy seine nets and cast nets.
The development of more sophisticated nets, the need for more hands to operate them, and the weight of increased hauls have all driven the development of Zonowōdjon shipbuilding significantly. While traditional reed boats and birchbark canoes are still frequently employed, particularly in rivers and streams and for more coastal operations, open water fishing trips make use of larger and far more sophisticated sewn-plank longboats with proper oar locks. Even large villages may only have one or several such boats, and their construction and maintenance is a significant expenditure of labor and point of clan pride. Crews on these boats often leave their village for days at a time, camping on small islands or distant shores. The reed-mats used to construct their temporary lean-tos are carried on the ship itself, chosen for their low weight. These larger longboats typically manage drop nets, though they may also be used to deploy seine nets with the aid of smaller outriding canoes, as the longboats are better able to transport a large catch.
CuisineZonowōdjon cuisine centers zizania, cattail flour, and fish as staples. A common preparation of fish involves slicing the fish crosswise and stewing in an aromatic and seasoned stock. Both the flavorful broth and the flesh of the fish are fully consumed, with the aid of a lumpy flatbread produced from cattail flour. A flat stone atop a stone tripod, constructed above a fire, is the main method for production of flatbreads. Fish may also be dry roasted whole or sliced, with seeds and herbs pressed into the flesh if it has been sliced first. When catches are in excess of what can be consumed, which is common for coastal villages with longboats, fish will be smoke-cured for preservation and hung in a store hut. Smoke cured fish may still be cooked in a broth as above, or eaten as is. Regardless, at family meals it is common for older family members to pick the flesh of the fish from the bone after cooking is done, and distribute it to those younger than them. Another common dish is zizania pilaf, cooked in a thinner stock than fish. This dish often includes dried fruits, nuts, root and vegetables, and sometimes smaller seafood like shellfish and crayfish, with what is included owing more to seasonality and availability of forage than strict recipe. One more dish of note is a vegetable fritter, formed with shredded leaf and vegetable matter, mixed thoroughly with cattail flour, water, and seasonings before being fried. As oil production is marginal in many Zonowōdjon villages, this forms a less frequent component of the diet, but as a result holds a certain prestige. Ceremonies such as weddings, feasts when hosting representatives of other villages, and spiritual observances and festivals are more likely to see production of fritters. Notably, a vegetable fritter is a common burnt offering at shrines due to its status as a festival food.
ArchitectureVillages are typically constructed of permanent dwellings. All buildings are single-storey, and roofed with cattail thatch. Most buildings are single room, and constructed of wattle-and-daub between upright wooden posts, though additional standing posts may support the roof in a longhouse. The clan patriarch lives in a longhouse, which may also be used as a storehouse and hold clan shrines. Cookstoves and fires are typically built outside during fair seasons, shielded by low reed mat walls and thatch lean-tos, though they are often moved to interior firepits during cold weather. Flooring is predominantly woven reed mats, which are easily pulled back to expose bare soil should a fire be constructed inside. Some homes feature bunk beds constructed flush with the wall.
A village never contains more than three clans, and most frequently consist of only one. Houses are generally communal sleeping spaces, so many villages contain few buildings, and some may be devoted entirely to stores. Houses are generally arrayed so that all doors face the center, which is a beaten earth area free of plants and used for celebrations and ceremonies, as well as being used daily for the practice of industry such as processing cattail and weaving. Doing daily labor indoors is frowned upon during fair weather.
ToolsThe Zonowōdjon make use of knapped stone and jade tools, reed wicker baskets, hemp or cattail-fiber sacks and ropes, and primarily burn wood for fire. Western obsidian infrequently permeates Tritonia through trade, so many villages are able to make use of obsidian knives, and some use obsidian in jewelry as well. Shells and bone feature prominently in jewelry and ornamentation, and shells are also the primary material used for shrine chimes. Wood carvings are frequently used for ornamentation, particularly on shrines, and those chimes which are not shell are often carved wood. Wooden chimes that can create clear ringing tones are particularly prized, and make auspicious gifts to other villages. Stone-tipped spears are the most common weapons wielded by Zonowōdjon villagers, though clubs with a flat wooden handle and a setting of a fist-sized smooth stone are also common. Obsidian is rarely used in weaponry.
Spirituality and MythologyThe Father Moon is seen as the shepherd of souls and the patron of reincarnation. He is also the father of men and fish, and fish scales are said to shimmer like moonlight on the surface of water because of his blessing within them. Moonbeams contain souls of the deceased returning to the world both as spirits and to enter new flesh, and the Father Moon travels to the edge of the world every night to collect those souls that have traveled the dark rivers beneath the earth to reach him.
The Mother Sun is seen as the patron of flowers and plants, particularly the cattail. Filled with both warmth and rage, she begat the first life in the world, but cares little for the cycle of souls overseen by the Father Moon after the two generations she directly birthed died or otherwise left the lakes.
T’sawayda is a psychopomp and the mythological ancestor of the Zonowōdjon. They are depicted both as a giant man and an enormous fish, or with elements of both such as the head of a pike on the torso of a man. They are a member of the Zonowōdjon third gender, leaning to masculine expression, and are a member of the second generation of life. They are seen as the first of the second generation to climb from land to shore, and thus their descendents are all the Zonowōdjon. T’sawayda urged all their descendents to reap the Mother Sun’s bounty on land, but stay close to the shore to partake of the Father Moon’s bounty. T’sawayda is said to now make their home in the depths of the lake, with one door of their longhouse opening to the waters of the lake, and another to the bank of the dark rivers beneath the world. They find and guide lost souls, such as Zonowōdjon who die on the water and risk becoming demons, freeing them from their flesh and offering them hospitality before sending them on their voyage to reunite with the Father Moon.
Zonowōdjon believe the world is full of spirits, souls without constraining flesh who embody much of the natural world or protect those within it. There are believed to be local spirits both of locations, such as hills, marshes, and groves, as well as spirits to things within, such as the spirit of fish in a given marsh, or the spirit of a particularly ancient tree. Further, all villages and even most permanent buildings have venerated tutelary spirits.
ShrinesThe core of Zonowōdjon spiritual practice is composed of maintaining shrines and holding public festivals. Shrines are dedicated to a local or tutelary spirit, with the latter also often seen as an ancestral spirit from a member of the clan in that village. For those spirits within buildings, a shrine is a simple as a clay urn which bears a pictorial representation of the spirit, into which offerings are placed. For spirits of larger areas, a shrine is constructed, usually from wood, either sewn or assembled through joinery. These shrines contain the urn which venerates the spirit proper. Most shrine urns feature a lid, often a wicker lid which is replaced annually during the vernal festival observances. Shell chimes are often hung from the roof of freestanding shrines, should there be enough clearance, or from poles erected around the shrine or the boughs of nearby trees. Similar chimes are held and shaken by shrine tenders during their observances, whether or not a shrine itself bears standing chimes.
Spirit urns often contain permanent offerings, with obsidian, bone, shell, and jade beads being common. Beads may initially be on a string, but the burning of offerings often leaves the beads free within the ash. During festivals and days of spiritual observance, offerings of food are placed within the urn. Offerings in distant shrines may be permitted to rot, but typically the offering is burned before being placed within the urn. Should an urn break, the shrine tender is expected to go into a period of grief and observance, and produce a replacement urn before interring the shards at the base of the shrine. Beads and other permanent offerings are transferred.
With the small population of most villages, a single man may be expected to tend multiple shrines, but the most important shrines may have a single tender. The clan patriarch is seen as symbolically responsible for the shrine to their clan’s guardian spirit, and the patriarch leading an entire village for the village spirit’s shrine as well.
Clinkers, the prized sewn-plank boats used for open-water fishing trips, hold a similar importance to homes, and thus contain a shrine. Typically the shrine is a small cavity constructed in the prow of the ship, containing a spirit urn. It is commonly believed that new ships are guarded by the returning spirit of an ancestor, so placing family ash or even bone shards within the shrine urn is often part of dedicating a new clinker.
Souls are believed to descend to the world starting on the full moon, so dedications of new homes and boats are usually practiced on the night of the full moon, that the soul of an ancestor might find the shrine and become a guardian for the new structure.
CreationAll the world was one lake, stretching to the ends of the world, and no souls lived within it. Thus, the Mother Sun and the Father Moon came together to cast the first life to the earth. The first life was enormous, and as it died, the massive corpses divided the world into smaller lakes. The Mother Sun was grieved, but tried again. The next generation was composed of smaller beings, but the world was still unable to bear their weight. Most voluntarily climbed to the sky, becoming stars, though some today choose to return to a world that is too small for them, creating disasters that terrorize the third generation. The third generation was the last attempt, and still lives upon the world, birthed by the giants of the second generation before their exodus, but blessed with life by the sky. After so many generations, the seed of the Father Moon was spent, and he went dark for the first time. It is only when many of the third generation died their first death and returned to the edge of the world that the Father Moon gathered them back to himself, and once again began to shine. Thus, the Father Moon became a shepherd of souls, gaining and losing his light as the cycles of death and rebirth flow.
The Afterlife & Funerary PracticeThe Zonowōdjon do not believe in an afterlife as such, but rather in the eventual return of souls, though some may claim the dark rivers of the underworld amount to some form of hell or purgatory. The Zonowōdjon believe that the soul resides in the bones, and is constrained by the flesh. The soul must sink into the Earth to travel the great rivers under the Earth to its edge, where it will be gently collected by the Moon after a long, dark voyage. Souls embraced by the moon are returned to the lakes in the form of gentle moonbeams, souls ready to find new life. Souls of animals likewise find themselves returned to the lakes by the Moon. A soul may become the new guardian spirit of a home or village, or find itself embodied in a new human life. Those souls who return as tutelary spirits are particularly venerated, and it is believed that important ancestors return to protect the homes, boats, and villages of their descendants. Conversely, a soul lost in the dark rivers who never returns to the moon may find itself twisted by the dark, and eventually claw its way up through the lakebeds as a demon. Demons may also spawn from a soul trapped in the darkness of its own dead flesh, a fate seen as especially common for those lost to the waters of the lake. Thus, prayers for the deliverance of the missing to the Father Moon are common.
By far the most common funeral practice is cremation, as it is believed the soul cannot be liberated while flesh still encases bone. After a cremation, bones often remain. Many villages maintain ossuaries composed of shallow earthen mounds beyond the circle of homes in which bones are interred, sometimes alongside carvings, clothing, or even jewelry. Smaller villages without ossuary mounds have simpler burial grounds further outside of the village, with skulls alone being instead interred at the foundation of family dwellings. In both cases, carvings may be made on the forehead of an intact skull before burial, and a shrine urn decorated to match, in hopes that the soul of the deceased will return to grace the village as a tutelary spirit. Some ash from every burial is placed in the spirit urn of a family home, some in the village longhouse, and often distributed to important shrines of the region surrounding the village, with the latter being obligatory for those who served a particular spirit. Remaining ash is stored in a communal family urn, and on the construction of new homes, some ash from this urn is ritually placed in a small pot or basket which is buried at the foundation to consecrate the ground, and allow the descending spirits of ancestors to find and protect the site.
Culture and GenderZonowōdjon clan names are matrilineal, but the ruling structure of clans and villages is more patriarchal, with each clan having a patriarch who serves as both the face of the clan, and the arbiter of important decisions. However, there is a strong cultural importance put on the opinions of elderly women, who hold a similar social importance to clan patriarchs as the retainers of oral history. They wield de facto authority in villages, especially those containing multiple clans. Most villages contain 1-3 clans, with one clan’s patriarch holding primary authority, extending from their role as the face of the village when meeting with outsiders or people from other villages.
Gender roles are not particularly strict among younger individuals, especially the unmarried, with only clan patriarchs and village elders taking on especially gendered roles. Both men and women participate in fishing and forage, as well as cooking and food processing and preservation. Older women tend to perform most weaving, as it is a position of some prestige that does not require them to leave the village. A major exception is during mushrooming seasons, when elderly women are trusted to identify safe forage, and often leave the village alongside the typical younger foragers. The main gender differences observed are that it is seen as a more womanly role to plant and tend a garden, while it is seen as a more manly role to perform observances and burn offerings at a shrine (though at major ceremonies, it is still elderly woman who recount myths and tales for those in attendance, while a man performs the actual shrine observances).
Zonowōdjon culture also observes a third gender, though it is mutable and can express as leaning to either male or female gendered expression based on the individual. The Zonowōdjon believe the third gender to be an expression of the returned soul of another life in a differently sexed body. Visibly intersex children are always identified as belonging to this gender, but individuals who are not visibly intersex may also find themselves identified through other means. Commonly, showing early aptitude with reading the stars is seen as a sign that a child is of the third gender, as is a child showing both interest and aptitude in the weaving usually practiced by elderly woman. Regardless of birth sex, members of the third gender identified in this way tend to lean to some feminine aspects and gain some of the prestige granted elderly women, while those identified by their intersex characteristics tend to lean masculine. Members of this third gender are respected, but not particularly venerated. A member of the third gender can be a shrine tender, just as a man might, and participate in any labor, but are usually seen as beyond the institution of marriage and thus live their lives unmarried.
FestivalsThere are several seasonal festivals observed by the Zonowōdjon, though precise timing varies heavily from village to village, with each usually choosing a phase of the moon, timed from the start of a season, to begin and end observances. Most festivals are multi-day affairs, With each day being dedicated to the observance of one particular god or heroic ancestor. Typically only one day features a full feast, and while spiritual observance happen on every day, the last day of a festival week usually sees a large communal observance. For multiple festivals, the decoration of the village is an important observance. Slender cloth drapes hung from the roofs of buildings and the boughs of trees mark the largest vernal festival, while wreaths of zizania stalks and cattail reeds hung on walls and poles mark the autumnal zizania festival. Some festivals call for decorations to be placed on poles erected in the common areas. While for some villages these poles are a temporary fixture, in other towns they remain year-round, but only feature their festival decorations during the week of observance and otherwise remain bare.
A major feature of several festivals, including the zizania festival in autumn, is circumambulation around a temporary shrine or ritual fetish constructed in a village center. Though circumambulation is practiced elsewhere in Zonowōdjon spirituality, here it persists for as long as two hours, described as beginning as the sun sets and ending when the moon is fully ascended to the sky.In addition to festivals, many clans have other non-festival observances. It is a common practice for most families to forgo the eating of fish on the new moon, and to fast during the daylight hours of both half-moons.
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Sparrow's Search for the Rain
Long ago, in a village near the sea, many Indian people were living.
Among them was a very nice old warrior who had been given great power at his birth, and who, therefore, could do many wonderful deeds.
There was nothing that was beyond his understanding, for he knew all things.
His wife had long been dead, but he had one daughter.
She was very beautiful and gentle, and she was as nearly perfect as any woman could be. She took no interest in frivolous things and she lived a very quiet life, but all the people liked her well, and she was always welcome wherever she went.
Her old father was very proud of her, and he said boastfully, “She has inherited much of my wisdom, and some day she will marry a great man.”
But the girl on her part had little thought of marriage or of men, for she said they had small minds, and she would rather live alone than listen always to their boastfulness and their foolish chatter.
Soon the daughter’s fame spread far and wide through the sea-coast villages, and many suitors came seeking for her hand.
But her father said, “I have nothing to say.
She will make her own choice.
She must please herself.
For today children please themselves and not their parents.”
And she said, “I will marry only some one who can amuse me and interest me and keep me company.
I have scant liking for dull people.”
One day Loon came to see her.
He was very good looking although he was somewhat tall and skinny, and his neck was a bit longer and more scrawny than ordinary, but he wore good clothes and he had great skill as a fisherman.
He came because he thought he was very handsome, and he believed that his good looks would win the maiden.
But she had no love for Loon, for he had not a word to say.
When she talked to him he only stared, and at last he burst out into loud and foolish laughter.
Then the maiden said, “You have a small mind like the others,” and in disgust she withdrew from his presence.
Then Fox came in an effort to win the maiden as his wife.
And for a whole day he cut capers, and chased his tail round and round in a circle, trying to amuse the serious girl.
But he did not succeed very well, and like Loon, he departed in despair.
And many others came, but they met the same fate, and at last the girl decided to see no more of them, but to live alone with her father.
The young men of the village were all very angry because the girl had spoken of them all so scornfully, and often they talked among themselves of her proud and haughty air.
“She calls us Scattered-Brains,” said one.
“She says we have small minds,” said another.
“She must pay for these insults,” said a third.
So they vowed that they would somehow break her proud spirit and bring her sorrow because of her ideas and her decision to stay single all her life.
One of the great men of the village was Whirlwind. He could make himself invisible, and he was often guilty of many wicked pranks.
So the young men went to him and asked his aid in humbling the pride of the haughty maiden.
As they were talking to him, they saw the girl approaching not far off.
And quite unawares, Whirlwind rushed towards her and knocked her down in the mud and tore her hat from her head and swept it into the sea.
The young men looked on at her plight and they all laughed loudly, and the girl was very much ashamed.
She went back home and told her father what had happened, and showed him her soiled clothes and her blown hair falling about her face.
Her father was very angry, and he said, “Whirlwind must pay for this. He shall be banished at once.”
Then her father went to the Chief and made complaint against Whirlwind, and the Chief decreed that Whirlwind must leave the village at once.
He did not consider very carefully what the result of this decree might be, and he acted hastily and without thought, for he feared to differ from the wise man.
So Whirlwind prepared to leave the place.
Now his best friend was Rain.
Rain had been born without eyes.
He was completely blind, and Whirlwind always had to lead him along wherever he wished to go.
So Rain said, “If you are leaving the village, I want to leave it too, for I cannot live here without you.
I will be helpless if I have no one to lead me.”
So the two set out together, Whirlwind leading old Rain along by his side.
Where they went no man knew, for they had told nobody of their destination.
They were gone for many months before the people missed them very much.
Then their absence began to be felt in all the land, for there was no wind and there was no rain.
At last the Chief summoned a council, and the decree of banishment against Whirlwind was revoked.
The people decided to send messengers to the two wandering ones to tell them what had happened and to bring them back.
So they first sent Fox out on the quest.
Fox went through the land for many weeks, running as fast as he could over many roads, in and out among marshy lake shores and over high wooded mountains.
He searched every cave and crevice, but he had no success.
Not a leaf or a blade of grass was stirring, and the country was all parched and the grass was withered brown and the streams were all getting dry.
At last, after a fruitless search, he came home and shamefully confessed that his quest had failed.
Then the people called on Bear to continue the search.
And Bear went lumbering over the earth, sniffing the air, and turning over logs and great rocks with his powerful shoulders, and venturing into deep caverns.
And he made many inquiries, and he asked the Mountain Ash, “Where is Whirlwind?”
But Mountain Ash said, “I do not know. I have not seen him for many months.”
And he asked the Red Fir, and the Pine, and the Aspen, which always sees Whirlwind first, but they were all ignorant of his whereabouts.
So Bear came home and said, “Not a trace of either of them have I found.”
The Chief was very angry because of the failure of Fox and Bear, but the wise man said, “
The animals are useless in a quest like this.
Let us try the birds.
They often succeed where the animals fail.”
And the Chief agreed, for the land was in great distress.
Many fishing-boats lay silent on the sea near the coast unable to move because Whirlwind was away, and the wells and streams were all dry because Rain was absent, and the grass and the flowers were withering to decay.
So they called the birds to their aid.
The great Crane searched in the shallows and among the reeds, thrusting his long neck into deep places, and Crow looked among the hills, and Kingfisher flew far out to sea, but they all came back and said, “We, too, have failed.
The wandering ones are nowhere on the land or upon the sea.”
Then little Sparrow took up the search.
Before he set out, he plucked from his breast a small down-feather and fastened it to a stick no bigger than a wisp of hay.
He held the stick in his bill and flew off.
For many days he went towards the south-land, all the time watching the feather hanging to the stick in his bill.
But it hung there motionless.
One day, after he had traveled a great distance, he saw the down-feather moving very gently, and he knew that Whirlwind must be not far away.
He went in the direction from which the feather was blowing.
Soon he saw beneath him soft green grass and wonderful flowers of varied colours, and trees with green leaves and many rippling streams of running water.
And he said to himself, “At last I have found the wanderers.”
He followed a little stream for some distance until it ended in a cave in the hills. In front of the cave many flowers were blooming and the grass was soft and green, and the tall grasses were nodding their heads very gently.
He knew that those he was seeking were inside, and he entered the cave very quietly.
Just beyond the door a fire was smouldering and near it lay Rain and Whirlwind both fast asleep.
Sparrow tried to wake them with his bill and his cries, but they were sleeping too soundly.
Then he took a coal from the fire and put it on Rain’s back, but it spluttered and fizzled and soon went out.
He tried another, but the same thing happened.
Then he took a third coal, and this time Rain woke up.
He was much surprised to hear a stranger in the cave, but he could not see him because he was blind.
So he woke up Whirlwind to protect him.
Then Sparrow told them of the great trouble in the north country and of the great hardship and sorrow their absence had brought to the people, and of how sadly they had been missed and of the decision of the council to call them back.
And Whirlwind said, “We shall return to-morrow if we are so badly needed.
You may go back and tell your people that we are coming.
We shall be there the day after you arrive.”
So Sparrow, feeling very proud of his success, flew back home. But when he arrived after many days, he went first to his own people to tell them the good news.
And the Sparrow-people all gathered together and held a feast of celebration, and they twittered and danced and made a great hub-bub in their excitement because Rain was coming back.
Then Sparrow went to the Chief and said, “Oh, Chief, I have found Rain and Whirlwind and tomorrow they will be here,” and he told the story of his flight to the south and of his discovery.
And the Chief said, “Because of your success, you will never be hunted for game or killed for food.”
The next morning the two travelers who had been so long away came back to the land. Whirlwind came first and great clouds of dust foretold his coming, and the sea dashed high against the rocks, and the trees shrieked and tossed their heads, all dancing gaily because of his return.
When Whirlwind had passed by, Rain came along following close, because of his blindness. For several days Rain stayed with the people and the flowers bloomed and the grass was green again and the wells and streams were no longer dry.
And since that time Wind and Rain have never long been absent from the Atlantic Coast.
And to this day the Sparrow-people know when Rain is coming, and to signal his approach they gather together and twitter and hop along and make a great hub-bub, just as they did when their ancestor found him by means of his down-feather in the olden days.
But the Indians have been true to the Chief’s promise, and they will not hunt Sparrows for game, nor kill them for food or for their feathers.
For they remember that of all the birds it was old Sparrow who long ago searched successfully for the Rain.
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