How the Redbird got his color
A Raccoon passing a Wolf one day made several insulting remarks,
until at last the Wolf became angry and turned and chased him.
The Raccoon ran his best and managed to reach a tree by the
river side before the Wolf came up. He climbed the tree and
stretched out on a limb overhanging the water. When the Wolf
arrived he saw the reflection in the water, and thinking it was
the Raccoon he jumped at it and was nearly drowned before he
could scramble out again, all wet and dripping. He lay down
on the bank to dry and fell asleep, and while he was sleeping
the Raccoon came down the tree and plastered his eyes with dung.
When the Wolf awoke he found he could not open his eyes,
and began to whine. Along came a little brown bird through the
bushes and heard the Wolf crying and asked what was the matter.
The Wolf told his story and said, “If you will get my eyes open,
I will show you where to find some nice red paint to paint yourself.”
“All right,” said brown bird; so he pecked at the Wolf’s eyes until
he got off all the plaster. Then the Wolf took him to a rock that
had streaks of bright red paint running through it, and the little bird
painted himself with it, and has ever since been a Redbird.
Excerpt from “History, Myths, and Sacred Formulas of the Cherokees” by James Mooney
until at last the Wolf became angry and turned and chased him.
The Raccoon ran his best and managed to reach a tree by the
river side before the Wolf came up. He climbed the tree and
stretched out on a limb overhanging the water. When the Wolf
arrived he saw the reflection in the water, and thinking it was
the Raccoon he jumped at it and was nearly drowned before he
could scramble out again, all wet and dripping. He lay down
on the bank to dry and fell asleep, and while he was sleeping
the Raccoon came down the tree and plastered his eyes with dung.
When the Wolf awoke he found he could not open his eyes,
and began to whine. Along came a little brown bird through the
bushes and heard the Wolf crying and asked what was the matter.
The Wolf told his story and said, “If you will get my eyes open,
I will show you where to find some nice red paint to paint yourself.”
“All right,” said brown bird; so he pecked at the Wolf’s eyes until
he got off all the plaster. Then the Wolf took him to a rock that
had streaks of bright red paint running through it, and the little bird
painted himself with it, and has ever since been a Redbird.
Excerpt from “History, Myths, and Sacred Formulas of the Cherokees” by James Mooney
