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(Many Paths) |
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An Online Newsletter Celebrating Native America |
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May 3, 2003 - Issue 86 |
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The Legend of Rice Lake |
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FROM: The Milwaukee Sentinel - July
27, 1899
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credits: submitted
by Timm Severud (Ondamitag) - art by Norval Morrisseau
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Almost
every lake, stream and cave in Northern Wisconsin is connected with some
Indian legend. Most of them are tales of the power of Wenabozhoo. Many,
many moons ago, when all the world was new, Wenabozhoo led a lonely, wondering
life. Frequently he visited Gitchee Gumee, which he himself had made,
and the Apostle Islands formed by him on a beaver hunt long ago.
One
day, as he journeyed through the forests, he came to Rice Lake. At that
time, the lake was covered with wild rice, and many ducks and geese lived
there, feasting on the rice. When Hiawatha saw the large flocks of geese
he determined to catch some. So
he dexterously wove a rude willow basket for himself. He went to the top
of a steep bank and getting inside of the basket rolled down with a splash
into the water. The ducks and geese thought it such fun, that they burst
out laughing. Soon the whole flock gathered around to watch the strange
performance of Wenabozhoo. 'Oh
this is great fun!' said Wenabozhoo, 'and to please you, I will do it
again.' So he rolled down and splashed into the water the second time
and the feathered spectators went wild with applause. 'Now
you must try it.' Said Wenabozhoo, and every one eagerly climbed the hill
ready for the sport. Wenabozhoo helped them into the basket, and then
shut down the lid and taking a club beat the basket until it rolled into
the water. As it splashed into the lake the cover opened and the few live
ducks few across the water, disappearing into the woods. Wenabozhoo
shouldered his game and walked along the shore of the lake, to its outlet.
There he buried the fowl about the fire, leaving only their feet sticking
out. As he was very weary he lay down in the forest and fell asleep. While
he slept some Indians came along and found the roasting ducks. They cautiously
looked about and soon discovered the mighty hunter asleep. Each one pulled
up a beautifully browned fowl and hastened away to eat it. Returning,
they carefully replaced the feet as they had found them, then fled away. Finally
Wenabozhoo awoke and refreshing himself with a drink of cool lake water,
made preparations to enjoy his feast. But when he pulled the ducks feet
out of the hot sand he realized the trick played upon him and he was very
angry. In his rage he jumped into the fire and tried to stamp it out. His clothes caught fire and he was badly burned. With his smarting, bleeding wounds, he plunged into the water and stained it blood red. The willows along the bank sucked up the blood and since that time have been known as red willows. The banks also became red and remained so from that day to this. No grass has grown where Wenabozhoo stepped and no rice has grown in the lake since Wenabozhoo walked into it with bleeding feet. This is why no rice is found in Rice Lake, though it flourished there moons ago. |
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