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RedPath Legends : Beaver Meat - Blackfoot
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From: MSN NicknameWitchway_Pawnee  (Original Message)Sent: 8/24/2007 4:33 AM
There was once an old man who was very fond of beaver meat. He hunted
and killed beaver so frequently that his son remonstrated with him,
telling him that some misfortune would surely overtake him as a punishment
for his persecution of the sagacious animals, which were then endowed
with the magic powers of the medicine-men. The old man did not heed the
warning, but continued to kill beaver nearly every day. Again the son
said, " If you kill them, they will soon catch and kill you." Not long
afterward the old man saw a beaver enter a hole in the bank;
disregarding his son's advice, he plunged head foremost into the burrow to catch
the animal. The son saw him enter the hole, and went in after him.
Catching the old man by the heels, he pushed him farther in. Thinking
another beaver had attacked him, the old man was at first too frightened to
move, then he cried for mercy. "Let me go, Beaver, and I will give you
my knife."He threw his knife back toward the entrance, but received no
reply to his entreaty. "Let me go, Beaver, and I will give you my awl."
Again no answer. "Let me go, and I will give you my arrows." The young
man took the articles as they were handed to him, and hastened away
without making himself known.

When the old man returned to the tipi, he said nothing of his
adventures, and his son asked no questions. As soon as the old man left the
tipi, the son replaced the knife and other articles in his father's
fire-bag. "Where is your knife?" said the son when the old man returned. "I
gave it to the beaver to induce them to let me escape with my life." "I
told you they would catch you," said the son.

The old man never hunted beaver again.


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