Continental Stories I

I realize that the legend I wrote down in the last post is not exactly happy, so I decided to search for a few more that weren’t so serious, and put them up here for you. And since last post’s story was from Asia, I thought I would choose a legend from each of the remaining continents. Enjoy!

1. Africa

Anansi’s Sons

(from Anansi the Spider by Gerald McDermott)

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The Ashantis often tell stories about Kwaku Anansi, the trickster spider-man. It was said that he had six sons. From eldest to youngest, their names were See Trouble, Road Builder, River Drinker, Game Skinner, Stone Thrower and Cushion, who was very soft.

One day, Anansi was out exploring and he wandered far from home. He got lost, and fell into a river, where he was quickly swallowed whole by a fish. Back home, See Trouble cried out to his brothers “Father is in danger! We must go to him.”. “Follow me.” said Road Builder, and he began to make a road.

They went fast, those six brothers, until they reached the river. “Where is father?” asked River Drinker. “Fish has swallowed him! Anansi is inside Fish.” answered See Trouble. River Drinker took a big drink, and there was no more river. Then Game Skinner helped father Anansi. He split open Fish. But more trouble came. Falcon swooped down and took Anansi up into the sky. “Quick now, Stone Thrower!” the brothers urged. The stone hit Falcon and Anansi fell through the sky. Cushion ran to help father, and Anansi landed softly.

That night, Kwaku Anansi found something in the forest. “What is this? A great globe of light? I shall give this to my son,” decided Anansi “to the son who rescued me. But which one deserves the prize?” Anansi gathered the white globe and climbed a tree. “Nyame, can you help me? O Nyame!”. For the Ashanti, Nyame is The God of All Things. “Please hold this beautiful globe of light until I know which son should have it for his own.” And so they tried to decide which son deserved the prize.

They tried but they could not decide. They argued all night. Nyame saw this. He took the beautiful white light wiith him up into the sky. He keeps it there for all to se. It is still there. It will always be there. It is there tonight.

2. Australia

Why Crows Have Black Feathers

(from Some Myths and Legends of the Australian Aborigines by W. J. Thomas)

One day, a crow and a hawk hunted together in the bush. After travelling together for some time, they decided to hunt in opposite directions, and, at the close of the day, to share whatever game they had caught. The crow travelled against the sun, and at noonday arrived at a broad lagoon which was the haunt of the wild ducks. The crow hid in the tall green reeds fringing the lagoon, and prepared to trap the ducks. First, he got some white clay, and, having softened it with water, placed two pieces in his nostrils. He then took a long piece of hollow reed through which he could breathe under water, and finally tied a net bag around his waist in which to place the ducks.

On the still surface of the lagoon, the tall gum trees were reflected like a miniature forest. The ducks, with their bronze plumage glistening in the sun, were swimming among the clumps of reeds, and only paused to dive for a tasty morsel hidden deep in the water weeds. The crow placed the reed in his mouth, and, without making any sound, waded into the water. He quickly submerged himself, and the only indication of his presence in the lagoon, was a piece of dry reed which projected above the surface of the water, and through which the crow was breathing. When he reached the centre of the water hole he remained perfectly still. He did not have to wait long for the ducks to swim above his head. Then, without making any sound or movement, he seized one by the leg, quickly pulled it beneath the water, killed it, and placed it in the net bag. By doing this, he did not frighten the other ducks, and, in a short time he had trapped a number of them. He then left the lagoon and continued on his way until he came to a river.

The crow was so pleased with his success at the waterhole, that he determined to spear some fish before he returned to his camp. He left the bag of ducks on the bank of the river, and, taking his fish spear, he waded into the river until the water reached his waist. Then he stood very still, with the spear poised for throwing. A short distance from the spot where he was standing, a slight ripple disturbed the calm surface of the water. With the keen eye of the hunter, he saw the presence of fish, and, with a swift movement of his arm, he hurled the spear, and his unerring aim was rewarded with a big fish. The water was soon agitated by many fish, and the crow took advantage of this to spear many more. With this heavy load of game, he turned his face towards home.

The hawk was very unfortunate in his hunting. He stalked a kangaroo many miles, and then lost sight of it in the thickly wooded hills. He then decided to try the river for some fish, but the crow had made the water muddy and frightened the fish, so again he was unsuccessful. At last the hawk decided to return to his gunyah with the hope that the crow would secure some food, which they had previously agreed to share. When the hawk arrived, he found that the crow had been there before him and had prepared and eaten his evening meal. He at once noticed that the crow had failed to leave a share for him. This annoyed the hawk, so he approached the crow and said: “I see you have had a good hunt to-day. I walked many miles but could not catch even a lizard. I am tired and would be glad to have my share of food, as we agreed this morning.” “You are too lazy,” the crow replied. “You must have slept in the sun instead of hunting for food. Anyhow, I’ve eaten mine and cannot give you any.” This made the hawk very angry, and he .attacked the crow. For a long time they struggled around the dying embers of the camp fire, until the hawk seized the crow and rolled him in the black ashes. When the crow recovered from the fight, he found that he could not wash the ashes off, and, since that time, crows have always been black. The crow was also punished for hiding the food which he could not eat by being condemned to live on putrid flesh.

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