Indian Village
A man named. Little Frog and his family starved. His residence was on the shore of the river, but there were no fish in the river. Animals escaped from the forest, and even birds didn't fly over these places. The small frog family was so hungry that she couldn't go to other parts. An unhappy little frog was sitting on the shore, immersed in bitter thoughts, but couldn't think of anything.
Suddenly, a monster with a human face came out of the water. The Great Eyes monster was called. Little Frog killed a monster and fed his wives and children. The family was saved, but people were afraid that the spirit of the Great Eyes would be revenge on them. That's why we had a party at which the monsters asked for forgiveness. His head was treated with a memorial, with women singing in front of him, and the Little Frog himself solemnly announced that the sympathetic monster was now a respected member of the species and his symbol.
And to prove it, the Little Frog cut a tree, cut a face with big eyes in the top of the barrel and buried that pole in front of his straw. And when the Little Frog died, his eldest son cut a picture of Little Frog on the pole. That's what the old sons and sons of his sons did. ♪ ♪
In this difficult, but in general, the detailed legend of the Hada Indians lacks one -- at least the rough date when the first pillar was delivered. Everything else is accurate. It should not be assumed, of course, that there was a beast of the Great Eyes, but the fact that, in the way that was originating from the Little Frog, they believed in it was perfect.
In the past century, sparsely cut and brightly painted poles fell all over the south-west coast of Canada and Alaska. The man who cut a totem pole for his family didn't dare to back off the strict rules. First of all, only the kedra barrel could be used. There was no other tree. In places where the cedres were not raised, the guns were delivered from a distance, and each was given five slaves.
The totem needed to be placed only before entering the house, and no other place.
Finally, and perhaps, above all, the cutting man had no right to allow his fantasy to walk: who, in what order, would be placed, strictly defined unwritten rules. All the totem figures were real characters and real historical events. No less real and no more valid than in the legend given at first.
