How the World Was Made

“How the World Was Made” Background The Cheyenne, a Native American people, have inhabited the North American continent for centuries. During the 17th Century, the Cheyenne migrated from the Great Lakes region to the central plains. Their life ofn the plains was fimly linked with nature in general---and with the buffalo in particular. They came to depend upon the buffalo for their livelihood, and they made use of virtually every part of the animal: its flesh, its hide, and even its bones. Many Cheyenne religious rituals, such as the Sun Dance, were designed to ensure the abundance of buffalo. This Cheyenne myth is in many ways a “typical” creation story. It contains several common motifs, or recurring story features. Of special interest is the “earth-diver” motif. In this motif, a god sends a bird or animal to the depths of the ocean to bring back a bit of soil from which the enter earth can be created. This motif occurs among a variety of Native American peoples, but it occurs in remote parts of the world as well, such as Siberia. The turtle, too, is a recurring figure in the mythologies of many lands, from North America to China and India. Also of interest is that many cultures view the earth as a female figure. The ancient Greeks, for example, personified the earth as a goddess called Gaia. The ancient Sumerians worshiped Ki, or Urash, the earth goddess. Today we often speak of “Mother Earth” or “the Earth Mother.” The Story (as retold by Alice Marriott and Carol K. Rachlin) In the beginning there was nothing, and Maheo, the All Spirit, lived in the void. He looked around him, but there was nothing to see. He listened, but there was nothing to hear. There was only Maheo, alone in nothingness. Because of the greatness of his Power, Maheo was not lonesome. His being was a Universe. But as he moved through the endless time of nothingness, it seemed to Maheo that his Power should be put to use. What good is Power, Maheo asked himself, if it is not used to make a world and people to live in it? With his Power, Maheo created a great water, like a lake, but salty. Out of this salty water, Maheo knew, he could bring all life that ever was to be. The lake itself was life, if Maheo so commanded it. In the darkness of nothingness, Maheo could feel the coolness of the water and taste on his lips the tang of the salt. “There should be water beings,” Maheo told his Power. And so it was. First the fish, swimming in the deep water, and then the mussels and snails and crawfish, lying on the sand and mud Maheo had formed so his lake should have a bottom. Let us also create something that lives on the water, Maheo thought to his Power. And so it was. For now there were snow geese, and mallards and teal and coots and terns and loons living and swimming about on the water’s surface. Maheo could hear the splashing of their feet and the flapping of their wings in the darkness. I should like to see the things that have been created, Maheo decided. And, again, so it was. Light began to grow and spread, first white and bleached in the east, then golden and strong till it filled the middle of the sky and extended all around the horizon. Maheo watched the light, and he saw the birds and fishes, and the shellfish lying on the bottom of the lake as the light showed them to him. How beautiful it all is, Maheo thought in his heart. Then the snow goose paddled over to where she thought Maheo was, in the space above the lake. “I do not see You, but I know that You exist,” the goose began. “I do not know where You are, but I know You must be everywhere. Listen to me, Maheo. This is good water that You have made, on which we live. But birds are not like fish. Sometimes we get tired swimming. Sometimes we would like to get out of the water.” “Then fly,” said Maheo, and he waved his arms, and all the water birds flew, skittering along the surface of the lake until they had speed enough to rise in the air. The skies were darkened with them. “How beautiful their wings are in the light,” Maheo said to his Power, as the birds wheeled and turned, and became living patterns against the sky. The loon was the first to drop back to the surface of the lake. “Maheo,” he said, looking around, for he knew that Maheo was all about him, “You have made us sky and light to fly in, and You have made us water to swim in. It sounds ungrateful to want something else, yet still we do. When we are tired of swimming and tired of flying, we should like a dry solid place where we could walk and rest. Give us a place to build our nests, please, Maheo.” “So be it,” answered Maheo, “but to make such a place I must have your help, all of you. By myself, I have made four things: the water, the light, the sky air, and the peoples of the water. Now I must have help if I am to create more, for my Power will only let me make four things by myself.” “Tell us how we can help You,” said all the water peoples. “We are ready to do what You say.” Maheo stretched out his hand and beckoned. “Let the biggest and the swiftest try to find land first,” he said, and the snow goose came to him. “I am ready to try,” the snow goose said, and she drove herself along the water until the white wake behind her grew and grew to a sharp white point that drove her up into the air as the feathers drive an arrow. She flew high into the sky, until she was only a dark spot against the clearness of the light. Then the goose turned, and down she plunged, faster than any arrow, and dived into the water. She pierced the surface with her beak as if it were the point of a spear. The snow goose was gone a long time. Maheo counted to four four hundred times before she rose to the surface of the water and lay there floating, her beak half open as she gasped for air. “What have you brought us?” Maheo asked her, and the snow goose sighed sadly, and answered, “Nothing. I brought nothing back.” Then the loon tried, and after him, the mallard. Each in turn rose until he was a speck against the light, and turned and dived with the speed of a flashing arrow into the water. And each in turn rose wearily, and wearily answered, “Nothing,” when Maheo asked him what he had brought. At least there came a little coot, paddling across the surface of the water very quietly, dipping his head sometimes to catch a tiny fish, and shaking the water beads from his scalp lock whenever he rose. “Maheo,” the little coot said softly, “when I put my head beneath the water, it seems to me that I see something there, far below. Perhaps I can swim down to it---I don’t know. I can’t fly or dive like my sisters and brothers. All I can do is swim, but I will swim down the best I know how, and go as deep as I can. May I try, please, Maheo?” “Little brother,” said Maheo, “no man can do more than his best, and I have asked for the help of all the water peoples. Certainly you shall try. Perhaps swimming will be better than diving, after all. Try, little brother, and see what you can do.” “Hah-ho!” the little coot said. “Thank you, Maheo,” and he put his head under the water and swam down and down and down and down, until he was out of sight. The coot was gone a long, long, long, long time. Then Maheo and the other birds could see a little dark spot beneath the water’s surface, slowly rising toward them. It seemed as if they would never see the coot himself, but at last the spot began to have a shape. Still it rose and rose, and at last Maheo and the water peoples could surely see who it was. The little coot was swimming up from the bottom of the salty lake. When the coot reached the surface, he stretched his closed beak upward into the light, but he did not open it. “Give me what you have brought,” Maheo said, and the coot let his beak fall open, so a little ball of mud could fall from his tongue into Maheo’s hand, for when Maheo wanted to, he could become like a man. “Go, little brother,” Maheo said. “Thank you, and may what you have brought always protect you.” And so it was and so it is, for the coot’s flesh still tastes of mud, and neither man nor animal will eat a coot unless there is nothing else to eat. Maheo rolled the ball of mud between the palms of his hands, and it began to grow larger, until there was almost too much mud for Maheo to hold. He looked around for a place to put the mud, but there was nothing but water or air anywhere around him. “Come and help me again, water peoples,” Maheo called. “I must put this mud somewhere. One of you must let me place it on his back.” All the fish and all the other water creatures came swimming to Maheo, and he tried to find the right one to carry the mud. The mussels and snails and crawfish were too small, although they all had solid backs, and they lived too deep in the water for the mud to rest on them. The fish were too narrow, and their back fins stuck up through the mud and cut it to pieces. Finally only one water person was left. “Grandmother Turtle,” Maheo asked, “do you think that you can help me?” “I’m very old and very slow, but I will try,” the turtle answered. She swam over to Maheo, and he piled the mud on her rounded back, until he had made a hill. Under Maheo’s hands, the hill grew and spread and flattened out, until the Grandmother Turtle was hidden from sight. “So be it,” Maheo said once again. “Let the earth be known as our Grandmother, and let the Grandmother who carries the earth be the only being who is at home beneath the water, or within the earth or above the ground: the only one who can go anywhere by swimming or by walking as she chooses.” And so it was, and so it is. Grandmother Turtle and all her descendents must walk very slowly, for they carry the whole weight of the whole world and all its peoples on their backs. Now there was earth as well as water, but the earth was barren. And Maheo said to his Power, “Our Grandmother Earth is like a woman; she should be fruitful. Let her begin to bear life. Help me, my Power.” When Maheo said that, trees and grass sprang up to become the Grandmother’s hair. The flowers became her bright ornaments, and the fruits and the seeds were the gifts that the earth offered back to Maheo. The birds came to rest on her hands when they were tired, and the fish came close to her sides. Maheo looked at the Earth Woman and he thought she was very beautiful: the most beautiful thing he had made so far. She should not be alone, Maheo thought. Let me give her something of myself, so she will know that I am near her and that I love her. Maheo reached into his right side, and pulled out a rib bone. He breathed on the bone, and laid it softly on the bosom of the Earth Woman. The Bone moved and stirred, stood upright and walked. The first man had come to be. “He is alone with the Grandmother Earth as I once was alone with the void,” said Maheo. “It is not good for anyone to be alone.” So Maheo fashioned a human woman from his left rib, and set her with the man. Then there were two persons on the Grandmother Earth, her children and Maheo’s. They were happy together, and Maheo was happy as he watched them. After a year, in the springtime, the first child was born. As the years passed, there were other children. They went their ways, and founded many tribes. From time to time, after that, Maheo realized that his people walking on the earth had certain needs. At those times, Maheo, with the help of his Power, created animals to feed and care for the people. He gave them deer for clothing and food, porcupines to make their ornaments, the swift antelopes on the open plains, and the prairie dogs that burrowed in the earth. At last Maheo thought to his Power, Why, one animal can take the place of all the others put together, and then he made the buffalo. Maheo is still with us. He is everywhere, watching all his people, and all the creation he has made. Maheo is all good and all ife; he is the creator, the guardian, and the teacher. We are all here because of Maheo.