The Boy Who Lived With The Bears
Mita Kuye Ayasin
Red Tree Woman
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gather with me around the home fires
in this busy and racing world we need a time to just quiet ourselves..to let everything go.. to refind ourselves..who we really are and what's important..things we think are important this morning may be not so much this afternoon..so let them go..wash your spirit clean..let the worries and stress flood out of you like a raging river and feel the calm of the stream coming back..feel the strength and healing washing over you like a gentle breeze..close your eyes and lean back..gentleness comes over you..peace enters your heart mind and body...you sway like the tips of an aspen tree..gently relaxing and letting this day be gone..listen to the whippoorwill as she sings her night songs..the cattails are swaying with you..grandmother willow leans over to hold you..do you hear the crickets,oh...listen.. old man frog sings his tune..another ending to a day of blessings...another day of you and me..together...let the night sounds wrap their arms around you, as we share with the boy who lived with bears
Aho!
Red Tree Woman
The
Boy Who Lived With the Bears
There was once a boy whose father and mother had
died and he was left alone in the world. The only person he had to
take care of him was his uncle, but his uncle was not a kind man. The
uncle thought that the boy was too much trouble and fed him only
scraps from the table and dressed him in tattered clothing and
moccasins with soles that were worn away. When the boy slept at night,
he had to sleep outside his uncle's lodge far away from the fire. But
the boy never complained because his parents had told him always to
respect people older than himself. One day the uncle decided to get
rid of the boy. "Come with me," he said. "We are
going hunting." The boy was very happy. His uncle had never
taken him hunting before. He followed him into the woods. First his
uncle killed a rabbit. The boy picked it up to carry it for the uncle
and was ready to turn back to the lodge, but his uncle shook his head.
"We will go on. I am not done hunting." They went further and the uncle killed a fat
grouse. The boy was very happy, for they would have so much to eat
that surely his uncle would feed him well that night and he began to
turn back, but the uncle shook his head again. "No," he
said, "we must go on."
Finally, they came to a place very, very far in
the forest where the boy had not been before. There was a great cliff
and at its base a cave led into the rock. The opening to the cave was
large enough only for a small person to go into. "There are
animals hiding in there," the uncle said. "You must crawl in
and chase them out so that I can shoot them with my arrows." The
cave was very dark and it looked cold inside, but the boy remembered
what his parents had taught him. He crawled into the cave. There were
leaves and stones, but there were no animals. He reached the very end
of the cave and turned back, ashamed that he had not fulfilled his
uncle's expectations. And do you know what he saw? He saw his uncle
rolling a great stone in front of the mouth of the cave. And then
everything was dark. The boy tried to move the stone, but it was no
use. He was trapped! At first he was afraid, but then he remembered
what his parents had told him. The orenda of those who are good at
heart is very strong. If you do good and have faith, good things will
come to you. This made the boy happy and he began to sing a song. The
song was about himself, a boy who had no parents and needed friends.
As he sang, his song grew louder, until he forgot he was trapped in a
cave. But then he heard a scratching noise outside and
stopped singing, thinking his uncle had come back to let him out of
the cave. However, as soon as he heard the first of many voices
outside his cave, he knew that he was wrong. That high squeaking voice
was not the voice of his uncle. "We should help this boy," said the
high squeaking voice. "Yes," said a very deep voice which
sounded warm and loving. "He is all alone and needs help. There
is no doubt that we should help him." "One of us," said another voice,
"will have to adopt him." And then many other voices, voices
of all kinds which seemed to speak in many languages agreed. The
strange thing was that the boy could understand all these voices,
strange as they were. Then the stone began to move and light streamed
into the cave, blinding the boy who had been in the darkness for a
long time. He crawled out, very stiff and cold, and looked around him.
He was surrounded by many animals!
"Now that we have rescued you," said a
small voice from near his feet, "you must choose which of us will
be your parents now." He looked down and saw that the one who was
speaking was a mole. "Yes," said a great moose standing in
the trees. "You must choose one of us."
"Thank you," said the boy. You are all
so kind. But how can I choose which one of you will be my
parents?"
"I know," said the mole. "Let us
all tell him what we are like and what kind of lives we lead and he
can decide." There was general agreement on that, and so the
animals began to come up to the boy one by one. "I'll begin," said the mole. "I
live under the earth and dig my tunnels through the Earth Mother. It
is very dark and cozy in my tunnels and we have plenty of worms and
grubs to eat."
"That sounds very good," said the boy,
"but I am afraid that I am too big to go into your tunnels,
friend Mole." "Come and live with me," said the
beaver. "I live in a fine lodge in the midst of a pond. We
beavers eat the best bark from the sweetest trees and we dive under
the water and sleep in our lodge in the winter time." "Your life is very interesting too,"
said the boy, "but I cannot eat bark, and I know that I would
freeze in the cold waters of your pond." "How about me?" said the wolf. "I
run through the woods and fields and I catch all the small animals I
want to eat. I live in a warm den and you would do well to come with
me."
"You too are very kind," said the boy,
"but all of the animals have been so kind to me I would not feel
right eating them." "You could be my child," said the
deer. "Run with us through the forest and eat the twigs of the
trees and the grass of the fields." "No, friend deer," the boy said,
"You are beautiful and good, but you are so fast that I would be
left far behind you." Then an old bear-woman walked over to the boy.
She looked at him a long time before she talked and when she spoke her
voice was like a growling song. "You can come with us and be a
bear," she said. "We bears move slowly and speak with harsh
voices, but our hearts are warm. We eat the berries and the roots
which grow in the forest and our fur would keep you warm in the long
season cold."
"Yes," said the boy, "I would
like to be a bear. I will come with you and you will be my
family."
So the boy who had no family went to live with
the bears. The mother bear had two other children and they became
brothers to the boy. They would roll and play together and soon the
boy was almost as strong as a bear. "Be careful, though,"
the old bear-woman cautioned him. "Your brothers' claws are sharp
and wherever they scratch you, you will grow hair just like
them." They lived together a long time in the forest
and the old bear-woman taught the boy many things. One day they were
all in the forest seeking berries when the bear-woman motioned them to
silence. "Listen," she said. "There is a hunter."
They listened and, sure enough, they heard the sounds of a man
walking. The old bear-woman smiled. "We have nothing to fear from
him," she said. "He is the heavy- stepper and the twigs and
the leaves of the forest speak of him wherever he goes." Another time as they walked along, the old bear-
woman again motioned them to silence. "Listen," she said.
"Another hunter." They listened and soon they heard the
sound of singing . The old bear- woman smiled. "That one too is
not dangerous. He is the flapping-mouth, the one who talks as he hunts
and does not remember that everything in the forest has ears. We bears
can hear singing even if it is only thought, and not spoken." So
they lived on happily until one day when the old bear-woman motioned
them to silence, a frightened look in her eyes.
"Listen," she said, "the one who
hunts on two-legs and four-legs. This one is very dangerous to us, and
we must hope he does not find us, for the four-legs who hunts with him
can follow our tracks wherever we go and the man himself does not give
up until he has caught whatever it is that he is hunting for."
Just then they heard the sound of a dog barking "Run for your lives," cried the old
bear-woman "The four-legs has caught our scent." And so they
ran, the boy and the three bears. They ran across streams and up
hills, but still the sound of the dog followed them. They ran through
swamps and thickets, but the hunters were still close behind. They
crossed ravines and forced their way through patches of thorns, but
could not escape the sounds of pursuit. Finally, their hearts ready to
burst from exhaustion, the old bear-woman and the boy and the two
bear-brothers came to a great hollow log. "It is our last
hope," said the old bear-woman. "Go inside." They
crawled into the log and waited, panting and afraid. For a time, there
was no sound and then the noise of the dog sniffing at the end of
their log came to their cars. The old bear-woman growled and the dog
did not dare to come in after them. Then, once again, things were
quiet and the boy began to hope that his family would be safe, but his
hopes were quickly shattered when he smelled smoke. The resourceful
hunter had piled branches at the end of the log and was going to smoke
them out! "Wait," cried the boy in a loud voice.
"Do not harm my friends." "Who is speaking?"
shouted a familiar voice from outside the log. "Is there a human
being inside there?" There came the sound of branches being
kicked away from the mouth of the log and then the smoke stopped. The
boy crawled out and looked into the face of the hunter--it was his
uncle!! "My nephew!" cried the uncle with
tears in his eyes. "Is it truly you? I came back to the cave
where I left you, realizing that I had been a cruel and foolish man .
. but you were gone and there were only the tracks of many animals. I
thought they had killed you.
And it was true. Before the uncle had reached
home, he had realized that he had been a wicked person. He had turned
back, resolved to treat the son of his own sister well from then on.
His grief had truly been great when he had found him gone.
"It is me," said the boy. "I have
been cared for by the bears. They are like my family now, Uncle.
Please do not harm them." The uncle tied his hunting dog to a
tree as he nodded his agreement. "Bring out your friends. I will always be
the friend of bears from now on if what you say is true."
Uncertain and still somewhat afraid, the old
bear- woman and her two sons came out of the log. They talked to the
boy with words which sounded to the uncle like nothing more than
animals growling and told him that he must now be I human being again.
"We will always be your friends," said the old bear-woman and she shuffled into the forest after her two sons. "And you will remember what it is to know the warmth of an animal's heart." And so the boy returned to live a long and happy life with his uncle. a friend to the bears and all the animals for as long as he lived. _______________ Copyright 2006 Mita Kuye Ayasin All Rights Reserved all the creatures of these lands..air..sea...flyers..swimmers..crawlers..all of them we are to care for..we are the caretakers..to do to them as we wish to be done to us..we can all live together as it was meant to be...
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