Friday, October 25, 2013

The Little People

The Little People
Sitting close to the old wood stone on a winter evening, my grandfather would regale us with his tales. He and grandma lived in a one room house. The bedrooms on the second floor in what was little more than an attic. 
A lumberjack, grandfather was gone for months at a time, so these evenings of storytelling, listening to him play his violin, or listening to Wheeling West Virginia on the old battery operated radio were very previous.
My favourite stories were of the Little People. They were a people dressed in red, who lived in caves, or burrowed in the ground close to rivers.
Tales of seeing Little People are prevalent in the Acadian and Mi'kmaw community. Most of the stories are of the tricksters, the ones who would do mischief and then disappear. 
My mother also tells of her grandmother seeing a procession of little people going to a wedding. There are still tales of sighting, but these are fewer than in yesteryear.
They say if you walk in the forest you might hear their footsteps, but you most likely won't see them.
There is a Mi'kmaw legend that if you get close to them you will become small like them. Mysteriously, when you become small, they will appear to be normal size.
Here is one of the Mi'kmaw legends...
A young girl captured one of the Little People. She played with him for a while and then took him home.
Her parents were alarmed when they saw him, and said, "Take him back where you found him. Let him  go or misfortune will befall us."
The girl was not very happy. She reluctantly took him back to the river where she had found him, and after playing with him for a while, and then she put him back in his canoe.
The girl watched the canoe as it made its way downstream. At the rapids it seemed to flounder and she ran towards it, but it righted itself. The Little Man waved, and promised he'd come back one day.
She waited and watched for many days and didn't see him.
One day she made her way to the river with a few of her friends. While they were picking berries, she saw a dozen small canoes come up the river. 
As they approached she recognized the Little Man she had set free. He was the chief of the Little People.
The canoes came ashore, and the Little Men made a fire, cooked and ate a meal. When they were finished smoking their pipes, they said, "We will take you in our canoes across the river if you would like to go." There were some very good berry patches across the river.
The girls laughed and said, "How can we go in your canoes? They are so small, we could pick them up in our hands."
"Come, you will see." the Little People coaxed. The girls laughed.
At last the girl who had captured the Little Man agreed to try. She was astonished to find that as soon as she began to step in, both the canoe and the chief became as large as any canoe or chief of the Mi'kmaq.
The girls who watched from shore now saw her as small as any of the Little People.
At last, the other girls who watched from shore agreed to go.
They had the same experience. 
After their ride in the canoe, they became big again and the canoes and the Little People became small. Later that afternoon, they watched as the twelve little canoes 
made their way down the river and disappeared from view.

In my book, Mi'kmaq Song, I explore a different aspect of the relationship between the Little People and the Mi'kmaq. Check it out at. ..

Friday, October 4, 2013

...................... Mi'kmaw Cinderella Legend ........Little Burnt One.....

Mi'kmaw Cinderella Legend, Little Burnt One

Mi'kmaw Legends are fascinating because of the insight they give us into the culture of the early Mi'kmaq; their spirituality, their closeness to Mother Earth, and their kinship with all living and non living beings.

The Mi'kmaq, like all Native Americans, were storytellers.
Imagine a warm night, an open sky, a campfire, as elders, adults, and children listened to stories, sometimes for hours, silent, without interrupting. On cold winter nights, the tales would be told as families huddled around the wigwam's central fire or it might be told on lonely nights when the hunters were far from home.

In Mi'kmaq Song, I explore two of these legends; Little Burnt One (Mi'kmaw Cinderella) and the Thunderers.

Here is an excerpt from Mi'kmaq Song. It is the legend of the Little Burnt One and explores one way in which these tales would have been told.

The year is 1606, and Maggie, who has been transported back to that time, finds herself in the Mi'kmaw village close to Port Royal.

photo becky.higbee Flickr

Mi'kmaq Song Chapter 16

Moonlight stretched across the river and spread to the small clearing. Tall trees formed an arc embracing the wigwams, the fire, and the people. The smell of burning logs drifted, fragrant and sweet. The tapping of the drum continued. The soft rush of the river mingled with the melody of the night.
Mara sat in the small clearing, and the children crowded around her. The grandmothers wrapped in blankets and smoking their pipes sat behind the children.
 Mara’s words cast a spell all around. Maggie could almost believe that the animals, too, would come to listen.
Mara started, “Hear the beat of the drum. It beats with the rhythm of your hearts. It connects us to everything created. It talks of love and respect for what Mother Earth gives us.”

The tapping slowed, and Mara began the story.

“Once, on the far side of the lake where the sun rises, there lived a mighty warrior,
the Invisible Hunter. He lived with his sister, Helpful Woman.

 It was said that the girl who could see him would marry him.
Many a maiden came to try, but none saw him. Some even lied, but the sister would smile, and bid them goodbye.
In a village, like this one, lived a man with three daughters. He loved them all, but the youngest was his favorite. Jealousy ate at the hearts of the other two. 
When the father went hunting, they were cruel, and even burnt her face and arms with embers. She cried, but no one came to help. In fact, people laughed at her burns and scars. The sisters told the father Little Burnt One had stumbled and fell into the fire. 
One day, the two older sisters decided to go and find the Invisible Hunter. Like all the others, they were given their supper by Helpful Woman, and then told to go home.
Later, when Little Burnt One announced her intention of finding the Invisible Hunter, they laughed and beat her.
Nevertheless, Little Burnt One made her way to the other side of the lake. The mighty hunter’s sister saw her and smiled, and invited her to walk along the shore.
Soon the sister said, “My brother is coming. Can you see him?’” 
At first, Little Burnt One said “No” but then gave a big sigh and said, “Yes, I see him.”
“What’s his shoulder strap?” his sister asked.
“It’s the rainbow.”
“And his bowstring?”
“The Milky Way”
Helpful Woman brought Little Burnt One to the lodge, and cleaned her face with a special cream. The scars disappeared. She combed her hair with a magic comb. Her hair grew long and beautiful.  Helpful Woman gave Little Burnt One a dress made of soft flowing white leather, and helped her put it on. As it slipped over her head they heard, “Good Evening.”

Little Burnt One turned and stared at the mighty hunter. He was more beautiful than a starry night. He took her hand, looked deep in her eyes and said, “I have waited for you, wondering when you would come. Only someone with a pure and brave heart can see me. Will you be my bride?”
From then on, Little Burnt one was truly happy.

The drum beat a happy tune and then all was quiet, but Mara wasn’t finished.
“Our ancestors have passed this story to us so we could enjoy it as they did, but also so we can learn from it. Every time we hear it there’s something new to learn, like going down the same path in the forest is always different, so a story is never exactly the same. What wisdom did you receive from tonight’s tale?”
Memteck spoke out, “Little Burnt One acted like a great warrior. She suffered and didn’t complain.”
"Ho, ho, ho," they all assembly agreed.
Next a little girl named Onawa spoke, “That’s true Memteck.  We must also remember that she didn’t rely on anyone else, either in her suffering or in her search. So we should all remember to rely on ourselves first.”
There were more, “Ho, ho, ho.”
Another boy which Maggie recognized as Memteck’s friend, Nodin, spoke up, “I’ll always remember that difficult times pass, and will bring this to mind if I’m going through hard times.”  
Another resounding, “Ho, ho, ho.”

Nodin was the last one to speak, and Mara put her drum aside to indicate it was over. The children and grandmothers drifted back towards the wigwams.

Maggie moved towards the beach. The story filled her with sadness, and she wasn't sure why. She felt that she, like Little Burnt One, didn’t really belong. The people were kind, but it wasn’t home. Abtatuk? Maybe he could make it home for her, but she saw him so little that it was difficult to gauge her feelings. All her senses looked for him during the day, and at night in the wigwam her thoughts turned to him.

Maggie walked towards the main fire where the men sat, and from the shadows she watched Abtatuk sitting by the fire, trying to sort her feelings. These people could talk for so long. One of the elders stood, and all the men kept their eyes on him, listening intently. It would probably go on for half the night. The man finished and sat. Abtatuk’s head turned to where she stood. He smiled. Her heart gave a start. He couldn’t possibly see her. Another man began to speak, and Abtatuk turned to listen.  

Maggie walked away, maybe a quiet place would help sort out her feelings.

From the hillside, a whippoorwill called, “Qui, ko wee, qui, ko wee”, the last syllable echoing in the distance. White clouds covered part of the moon and beyond the light of the fire, fireflies like tiny blinking stars flitted at the edge of the clearing. The air was sweet with the smell of the campfire. The fragrance of sweetgrass, gathered during the day, wafted on the night breeze.

Maggie watched as the children made their way to bed. Women helped the little ones, while others busied themselves with filling the big pot for the next day’s meal, and for anyone who got hungry during the night.
Maggie walked down to the river and sat on a log. She hugged herself, arms extending over arms until they could strain no more. Loneliness haunted her. She was no longer sure what she wanted.  Home? Abtatuk?

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Mi'kmaq Song, a time travel story set in Mi'kmaw territory in 

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Friday, September 27, 2013

Mi'kma"ki Early Years

Mi'kma’ki Early Years

Mi'kmaq Illustration by Christopher Hoyt

One of my great pleasures is researching Mi'kmaw history. Over the years, I've been awed, surprised and full of admiration when I've read the early writers. 
Fish fascinated me. Why? The abundance of fish, and the sustenance it provided in the early days.
Here are some of the quotes I came across;

...In the middle of March, fish begin to spawn, and to come up from the sea into certain streams, often so abundantly that everything swarms with them. Any one who has not seen it could scarcely believe it. You cannot put your hand into the water, without encountering them. "
.....Biard , Jesuit Relations Volume 3. p.79.

John Cabot reported,' ".. the sea is full of fish that can be taken not only with nets but with fishing baskets. "

"From the economic viewpoint, the sea and its products were of primary importance for the Micmac, the sea providing them with possibly 90% of the food they consumed and keeping them adequately supplied for 10 of the 12 months of the year." Hoffman, "The Historical Ethnography of the Micmac of the Sixteenth and Seventeenth Century", 1955

" ... at night with their canoes and their torches....The Salmon or the Trout seeing the fire which shines upon the water, come wheeling around the canoe.He who is standing up has in his hand a harpoon...But sometimes the spear did not take hold.... This did not prevent them from taking ahunderd and fifty to two hundred in a night." ( Denys 'The Description and Natural History of the Coasts of North America (Acadia, Greenwood Press 1968)

"They ... do eat it new(freshly caught).... which I believe to be one of the best instrument of their health and long life." (Lescarbot, Nova Francia, p.282)

Some of the early writing also gives us a glimpse of the spirituality of the Mi'kmaq, their connection to Mother Earth, and to all she provided.

"...who know the rendezvous of every one[fish], and the time of their return, go to wait for them in good devotion to bid them welcome..."(Lescarbot, Nova Francia, p.283).

What are your favourite quotes? Why? Do you have others connected to fishing and the early Mi’kmaq. Send them along, and I’ll be happy to post them.

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Pat Cher

Mi'kmaq Song, a time travel story set in Mi'kmaw territory in 

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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Dinner Date Membertou

Dinner Date- Membertou

Membertou (____, September 18th 1911)

Ever been asked the question... If you could dine with anyone in the world, present or past, who would it be be?

Granted there are many choices, and it would be very difficult to chose, but for me Membertou, the Mi'kmaw  sagamore who lived in New France when Champlain first came upon our shores, would be my first choice.

Membertou was a sagamore (political leader),  an autmoin (spiritual leader), an elder, a warrior, a wise man, a healer, and a monogamist when tradition was more permissive. 

Membertou lived to be over a hundred years old. When  nearly a hundred he organised, led and took part in a war with the Amourchiquois who had killed his friend, Panonias.

Membertou and his people lived in peace and as equals with the French who explored what is now, Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. Here are some of the words of historians who knew him....

"At Port Royal, the name of the Captain or Sagamore of the place is Membertou. He is at least a hundred years old and may in the course of nature live fifty years longer. He has under him a number of families whom he rules, not with so much authority as does our King over his subjects, but with sufficient powers to harangue, advise, and lead them to war, or to render justice to one who has a grievance, and like matters.

He does not impose taxes upon the people, but if there are any profits from the chase, he has a share of them, without being obliged to take part in it. It is true that they sometimes make him presents of beaver skins and other things, when he is occupied in curing the sick, or questioning his demon to have news of some future event or of the absent: for, as each village, or company of savages, has an Acutmoin, or Prophet, who performs this office, Membertou is the one who, from time immemorial, has practiced this art among his followers. He has done it so well that his reputation is far above that of all the other Sagamores of the country, he has since his youth been a great Chief, and has also exercised the offices of Soothsayer and Medicine Man, which are the three things most officious to the well-being of man, and necessary to human life."  

"Membertou was already a man of great age, and saw Captain Jacques Cartier in that country in 1534, being already at that time a married man and the father of a family, though even now he does not look more than fifty years old"

Marc Lescarbot

Biard wrote that Membertou: "was the greatest, most renowned and most formidable savage within the memory of man; of splendid physique, taller and larger-limbed than is usual among them; bearded like a Frenchman, although scarcely any of the others have hair upon the chin; grave and reserved; feeling a proper sense of dignity for his position as commander."

Pierre Biard, Missionary 1911

Please check back often for wonderful facts re Mi'kmaq in 

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Pat Cher

Mi'kmaq Song, a time travel story set in Mi'kmaq territory in 

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Thursday, September 19, 2013

The Oldest Native American Transcribed Song 

Photo Courtesy Simon A. Eugster, Creative Commons

Membertou's Songs

Marc Lescarbot ,  french lawyer, writer,  who came to Acadia  in 1606 along with Champlain, 'provides us with the oldest existing transcriptions of a songs from theAmericas — three songs by Membertou, Sagamo of the Mi'kmaq.

Song 1

Holoet ho ho hé hé ha ha haloet ho ho hé
Re fa sol sol re sol sol fa fa re re sol sol fa fa

Song 2

Egrigna hau egrigna hé he hu hu ho ho ho egrigna hau hau hau
Fa fa fa sol sol fa fa re re sol sol fa fa fa re fa fa sol sol sol

Song 3

Tamema alleluya tameja douveni hau hau hé hé
Sol sol sol fa fa re re re fa fa sol fa sol fa fa re re

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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Ancient Mi'kmaw Symbol

Ancient Mi'kmaw Symbol

Index fingers touching

This ancient symbol used by Membertou, the Mi'kmaq Sagamo, symbolises equality, and also symbolises the relationship between the French and the natives on the Eastern Seaboard in the early sixteen hundreds. 

Marc Lescarbot wrote the explanation at the time of  Champlain's second voyage. The French and Mi'kmaq, also called the Souriquois, were different people but worked as equals, each leaning from the other, and sharing what they had.

The index fingers together show that none is taller than the other, also it forms the shape of a tent with only one entrance, Mother Earth, equally accessible to all.

"This Membertou told us at our first coming thither that he wished to make a present to the King of his copper mine, since he was that we held metals in high regards, and since Sagamores must be honourable and liberal one towards the other.  
For being himself a Sagamos, he considers himself the

equal of a king and of all his lieutenants, and often said

to M. de Poutrincourt that he was his great friend, 

brother, companion,and equal, showing the equality by 

joining together the fingers of each hand which we call 

the pointing or index finger.” 

Marc Lescarbot

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Mi'kmaq Song, a time travel story set in Mi'kmaw territory in 

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