Traditions of the North American Indians, Vol. 1 | Page 2

extent to which they are acted upon by their superstitions.
They are governed entirely by them; they enter into their conceptions of
every occurrence. The old Indian woman, before mentioned, afforded a
striking example of the strength of their faith in these "thick coming
fancies." There was nothing, I believe I may say in the world, which
was not with her a "spirit." The waves were "spirits"--the meteors were
"spirits"--the winds singing their lullabies were "spirits"--the thunders
were "spirits." In the long winter evenings, when seated before the
wood fire, which at that season of the year is perpetually burning on a
New England hearth, the sound was heard of a cricket chirping in the
hollow wood; starting with alarm she would exclaim "a spirit!" and
minutes would elapse before she would regain her composure. Seated
in a little chair at her side, how I used to enjoy her long but never
tedious stories of the wonderful things she had seen and heard--of the
phantoms which had visited her bedside, or whispered strange things in
her ear--of the several conversations she had had, face to face, with the
Father of Evil! Once in particular she had seen the latter grim
personage when she was returning from a "husking frolic," i.e. an

assemblage of persons met for the purpose of stripping the husks from
Indian corn. She described him as a rather tall and exceedingly gaunt
old gentleman, wearing his hair much as Andrew Skurliewhitter is
described as wearing his in "The Fortunes of Nigel;" his face the colour
of flame, his eyes green as grass, an enormous yellow cocked hat upon
his head, and his robe of woven sea-weed. She averred that he had
neither a club foot as some have pretended, nor a "sooty black skin"
according to the opinion of others. She described the spot where she
saw him with such exceeding accuracy, that I never thereafter, for more
than ten years, passed the particular "bush in the little valley, three
steps from the gate," by daylight, without a shudder, and never at all by
night. She had seen the spirit of her mother, too, employed in knitting
woollen hose for her father's spirit. There was not one of my ancestors
to whom she had been personally known--and she was very aged at the
time of my birth--who had not appeared to her after death, each "with a
circumstance" whose simplicity and truth to nature almost impressed
you with a belief that such a thing had really been.--I implicitly
believed all old Mima's stories, for could I be made to entertain a
suspicion that she who watched every night by my pillow, and gathered
me berries, and waded into the water to pluck lilies for me, and
procured me a thousand playthings--the devices of savage
ingenuity--could tell me false tales? It was from this aged Indian
woman that I heard some of the traditions which are recorded in these
volumes; and from these preceptors and playmates of my childhood I
acquired that acquaintance with their manners, customs, and
superstitions, and knowledge of their disposition, and imbibed that
sympathy with their sufferings, which have led to the publication of
these volumes. I feel, indeed, a singular interest in them--an interest the
strength of which is scarcely to be accounted for on the common
principles of youthful friendships.
My acquaintance with them did not terminate with the period which
sent me forth into the wide world a traveller for gain or pleasure, an
adventurer in quest of wealth or happiness. I have since travelled
among the Chickasaws, the Cherokees, the Creeks, and the Shawanos,
besides the nondescripts who figure in the drunken riots which daily
occur on the Levee of the city of New Orleans. And my frequent visits

to the scenes of my childhood, and renewal of acquaintance with the
red associates of my youth, have served to keep alive and vivid the
recollections of the period which may be said to have afforded me
almost as many opportunities of studying their character as if I had
been born an Indian.
I conceived, more than ten years ago, the idea of collecting the various
traditions and popular Indian stories, with a view to their publication at
a convenient day. Believing that a collection of their traditions,
illustrated by elaborate notices of their peculiar customs and manners,
would be both instructive and amusing, I set myself down to the
reading of the books which should add to the fund of legendary lore I
had acquired by my residence among them. In all my travels, and these
have been through every state but one in the American Union, and the
"territories," with the exception of Michigan and the "North Western,"
my inquiries have been for "Indians," and respecting "Indian
traditions." If I saw