Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Week 9 Reading Diary: Tejas Legends

"When the Storm God Rides and Other Indian Legends" by Berniece Burrough


"The God of Storms did not live among the Indians, but lived below the warm seas of the Gulf of Mexico. And for the Indians were glad, for his terrible thunder bird, named Hurakan, filled the people with fear"

"Even today Hurakan comes back once in a while in the shape of a storm which people call a hurricane."

"The howling old north wind is afraid to come to the country around the Gulf of Mexico. Only now and then does this cold fellow dare to come into the south, and when he does he does not stay long."
This is an interesting story talking about two winds: the north and the south. Definitely a unique type of storytelling and a unique topic and also very fitting for this terrible Oklahoma wind we have right now.

"There was a time when woodpeckers used to be Indians"
"...The Indians who ate them had visions or dreams. They could see their Gods and talk with their ancestors"
How cool would this be? Being able to eat something and be able to go back to the past for a while. This could be a potential story idea.

"That night the rain began to pour down from the black sky. The river rose and rose. At last it tumbled over its bank and began running through the bushes and into the village."
I love the detail in this story, it gives the reader a great visual of what is going on.

"After a cold, windy spring in the days when the call of the wild turkey and the whoop of the Indian still sounded in the woods, a drought began."

"Then the old chief was happy because he knew that his grandchildren of the tribe could still find their way back home."
This story talks about a flower that looked like the toe of a moccasin and how it pointed different ways and if it pointed south, that meant it was home.

"Late one afternoon, one little cloud had sailed off from its brothers and sisters..."
Another interesting story, this one comparing clouds to people.

"He could skim across the prairies like the cloud shadows, and his flying hoofs beat the ground like the roll of thunder in the summer sky."
This was a great description of a horse talking about how fast he was and what it sounded like when he ran.


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