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An Online Newsletter Celebrating Native America |
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June 14May 4, 2002 - Issue 60 |
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Big Long Man's Corn Patch |
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soon as Big Long Man got back from the mountains he went to his garden to
admire his corn and melons. He had planted a big crop for the coming winter.
When he saw that half of the corn stalks had been shucked and the ears stolen,
and that the biggest melons were gone off of the melon vines, he was very
angry. "Who stole my corn and melons?" he muttered to himself.
"I'll catch the thief, whoever he is."
He began to scheme. The next day he built a fence around the garden. But the fence did no good. Each morning Big Long Man found more corn stalks stripped. At last he thought up a scheme to catch the thief. He gathered a great ball of pine pitch and molded it into the shape of a man. He set the figure up in the corn field and then went to his hogan. The figure did not answer. "Who are you?" said Weasel again, moving closer. The figure did not answer. "Speak!" said Weasel boldly, "or I will punch your face." The figure did not say a word. It did not move an inch. "Tell me who you are," said Weasel a fourth time, raising his fist, "or I will punch your face." The figure said not a word. It was very quiet in the moonlit corn field. Even the wind had gone away. Plup went Weasel's fist into the pine gum face. It sunk into the soft pitch, which is as sticky as glue, and there it stuck. Weasel pulled and pulled. "If you don't let go my hand," he shouted, "I will hit you harder with my left hand." But the pine pitch held tight. Plup went Weasel's left hand. Now both hands stuck fast. "Let go my hands, or I will kick you," cried Weasel, who was by this time getting mad. The pine gum man did not let go. Plup, Weasel gave a mighty kick with his right foot. The foot stuck too, just like the hands. "I will kick you harder," said Weasel and Plup he kicked with all of his strength with his left foot. Pine gum man held that foot too. Weasel struggled but he could not get loose. Now he was in a fine plight. Every limb was held tight. He had only one more weapon, his teeth. The next morning Big Long Man came to his corn patch and there was Weasel stuck onto the pine gum man. Only his tail was free, waving behind him. "Ah!" said Big Long Man. "So it's you, Weasel, who has been stealing my corn." "Ugh," replied Weasel. His mouth full of pine pitch. Big Long Man pulled him away from the gum figure, tied a rope around his neck and led him to his hogan. He put a great pot of water on the stove to boil, then he took the rope off of Weasel's neck. "Now, Weasel," he said, "go fetch wood." Weasel went out into the back yard. Just then Fox happened to pass by. He was on his way to Big Long Man's corn patch. Weasel began to cry loudly. Fox stopped running, and pricked up his sharp ears. Fox was hungry. He knew that if he stole corn he was liable to get caught. " What an easy way to get corn," he thought. "I would not mind carrying wood." Out loud he said, "Cousin, let us change places. You go home and I will carry wood for Big Long Man. I like the job. Besides, I was just on my way to steal an ear of corn down at the field." "All right," said Weasel. "But don't eat too much corn. I have a stomach ache." He felt his fat stomach and groaned. Then he waddled happily away. Fox gathered up an armful of piñon wood. He hurried into Big Long Man's hogan. Big Long Man looked at him in surprise. "Well, well, Weasel, you changed into a fox, did you? That's funny." Fox did not say a word. He was afraid he might say the wrong thing and not get any corn to eat. Big Long Man took the rope which had been around Weasel's neck and tied it around Fox's neck. So saying he picked up Fox by the ears and set him down in the boiling water. It was so hot that it took off every hair on his body. Big Long Man left him in the pot for a minute and then he pulled him out by the ears and set him free out of doors. "Don't be thinking you will ever get any of my corn by tricks," said Big Long Man. Fox ran yelping toward his den. He was sore all over. Half way home he passed Red Monument. Red Monument is a tall slab of red sand stone that stands alone in a valley. On top of the rock sat Raven eating corn that he had stolen from the corn patch. At the bottom was Coyote holding on to the rock with his paws. He was watching for Raven to drop a few kernels. He glanced behind him when Fox appeared. He did not let go of the rock, however, because he thought Fox might get his place. He was surprised at Fox's appearance. "But where did you get so much corn, cousin?" asked Coyote, still holding on to the rock. "Didn't you hear?" asked Fox. "Why, Big Long Man is giving corn to all the animals who carry wood for him. He will give you all you can eat and more too. Just gather an armful of piñon sticks and walk right into his hogan." Coyote thought a moment. He was greedy. He decided to go to Big Long Man's hogan but he did not want Fox to go with him. He wanted everything for himself. "Cousin," he said, "will you do me a favor? Will you hold this rock while I go and get a bite of corn from Big Long Man? I am very hungry and I do not dare leave this rock. It will fall and kill somebody." "All right," said Fox, smiling to himself. "I will hold the rock. But do not eat too much." He placed his paws on the back side of the rock and Coyote let go. The next minute Coyote was running away as fast as he could toward Big Long Man's hogan. Fox laughed to himself, but after a bit he became tired of holding the rock. He decided to let it fall. Presently, along came Coyote, back from Big Long Man's hogan. He was running at top speed and yowling fearfully. There was not a hair left on his body. When he came to Red Monument he saw Raven still sitting on his high perch nibbling kernels of corn.
Raven looked down at Coyote. "Fox?" he said. "Why, Fox went home, I suppose. What did you do with your hair, Coyote?" Coyote didn't answer. He just sat down by the foot of the rock and with his snout up in the air waited for Raven to drop a few kernels of corn. "I'll get Fox some other day," he muttered to himself.
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The range of the long-tail weasel includes most of North America, extending from just north of the United States-Canadian border to the south. The range continues throughout Central America to northern South America. Long-tail weasels have a long slender body that resembles the body of a skinny rat. On the average, males are larger than females. These weasels have long, bushy tails that are about 50% of the total body length. Long-tailed weasels have a small, narrow head with long whiskers. They also have short legs. The fur of the long-tailed weasel is composed of short, soft underfur covered by shiny guard hair. They are cinnamon brown in color with white under parts that have a yellow tinge. Twice a year these weasels shed there fur, once in the spring and again in the fall. The shedding of weasels is controlled by photoperiod. The coat of animals in northern populations is white in the winter and brown in the summer, while those in southern populations are brown year round
They are apparently unafraid of man and have a strong sense of curiosity. The Inuit in particular look upon this small hunter with great respect, and the capture of one is considered a good omen. The main prey for the long-tailed weasel is small rodents. Females, with smaller bodies, have better luck getting the small rodents because their bodies can fit inside the small rodent burrows. Males pursue larger animals, for example the eastern cottontail. While mammals are the food of choice, the weasels eat a wide range of food, from birds to reptiles, and in the summer their diet includes fruits and berries.
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