The Ghosts’ Buffalo

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A long time ago there were four Blackfeet, who went to war against the Crees. They traveled a long way, and at last their horses gave out, and they started back toward their homes. As they were going along they came to the Sand Hills; and while they were passing through them, they saw in the sand a fresh travois trail, where people had been traveling.

One of the men said: “Let us follow this trail until we come up with some of our people. Then we will camp with them.” They followed the trail for a long way, and at length one of the Blackfeet, named E-k[=u]s’-kini, a very powerful person, said to the others: “Why follow this longer? It is just nothing.” The others said: “Not so. These are our people. We will go on and camp with them.” They went on, and toward evening, one of them found a stone maul and a dog travois. He said: “Look at these things. I know this maul and this travois. They belonged to my mother, who died. They were buried with her. This is strange.” He took the things. When night overtook the men, they camped.

Early in the morning, they heard, all about them, sounds as if a camp of people were there. They heard a young man shouting a sort of war cry, as young men do; women chopping wood; a man calling for a feast, asking people to come to his lodge and smoke, all the different sounds of the camp. They looked about, but could see nothing; and then they were frightened and covered their heads with their robes. At last they took courage, and started to look around and see what they could learn about this strange thing. For a little while they saw nothing, but pretty soon one of them said: “Look over there. See that pis’kun. Let us go over and look at it.” As they were going toward it, one of them picked up a stone pointed arrow. He said: “Look at this. It belonged to my father. This is his place.” They started to go on toward the pis’kun, but suddenly they could see no pis’kun. It had disappeared all at once.

A little while after this, one of them spoke up, and said: “Look over there. There is my father running buffalo. There! he has killed. Let us go over to him.” They all looked where this man pointed, and they could see a person on a white horse, running buffalo. While they were looking, the person killed the buffalo, and got off his horse to butcher it. They started to go over toward him, and saw him at work butchering, and saw him turn the buffalo over on its back; but before they got to the place where he was, the person got on his horse and rode off, and when they got to where he had been skinning the buffalo, they saw lying on the ground only a dead mouse. There was no buffalo there. By the side of the mouse was a buffalo chip, and lying on it was an arrow painted red. The man said: “That is my father’s arrow. That is the way he painted them.” He took it up in his hands; and when he held it in his hands, he saw that it was not an arrow but a blade of spear grass. Then he laid it down, and it was an arrow again.

Another Blackfoot found a buffalo rock, I-nis’-kim.

Some time after this, the men got home to their camp. The man who had taken the maul and the dog travois, when he got home and smelled the smoke from the fire, died, and so did his horse. It seems that the shadow of the person who owned the things was angry at him and followed him home. Two others of these Blackfeet have since died, killed in war; but E-k[=u]s’-kini is alive yet. He took a stone and an iron arrow point that had belonged to his father, and always carried them about with him. That is why he has lived so long. The man who took the stone arrow point found near the pis’kun, which had belonged to his father, took it home with him. This was his medicine. After that he was badly wounded in two fights, but he was not killed; he got well.

The one who took the buffalo rock, I-nis’-kim, it afterward made strong to call the buffalo into the pis’kun. He would take the rock and put it in his lodge close to the fire, where he could look at it, and would pray over it and make medicine. Sometimes he would ask for a hundred buffalo to jump into the pis’kun, and the next day a hundred would jump in. He was powerful.



MLA Source Citation:

Grinnell, George Bird. Blackfoot Lodge Tales: The Story of a Prairie People. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons. 1892. AccessGenealogy.com. Web. 17 September 2014. http://www.accessgenealogy.com/native/the-ghosts-buffalo.htm - Last updated on Apr 8th, 2013


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