In her book, The Book of Nature Myths (1904) Florence Holbrook collected over fifty traditional Native American myths and legends many of which tell of the origin of how things came to be. What follows is a rewrite of The Story of the First Hummingbird.
The Great Fire Mountain
In a time when the earth was still young and growing there were two hunters in the forest searching for game. They had followed the trail of a deer for many days and had traveled a great distance from their village, much further than they or any other villager had ever been before. When evening came and the sun began to slowly sink and darkness fell all around them they stopped to rest for the night. Huddling together for warmth they looked out over the western sky and saw a bright light glowing in the distant darkness, flickering, red, yellow and orange.
“What can that be?” said one.
“It must be the moon,” said the other.
“Surely not. We have seen many moons and we have seen it round and full and we have seen its shapes and it is not like we have seen before. Could it be the northern lights?”
“We have seen the northern lights and they are not like this,” replied the other.
“Whatever can they be?” said the other.
“Perhaps it is the fire of the Great Spirit and maybe he is cooking?” one asked.
“Perhaps he is angry with us and will punish us with flames!” said the other.
With nothing else to be done until sunrise, they sat up all night watching as the lights flickered red, yellow and orange in the western sky. At sunrise, they were astonished to see flames of red, yellow and orange flickering on the distant horizon and thick plumes of dark, blue smoke rising high into the clear blue sky. They had no idea what the flickering flames could be so they decided they would go and see. As they drew near they could see the flames and the smoke more clearly and saw they were rising from the crest of a steep mountain way off in the distance.
“It looks like a great mountain of fire, what shall we do?” said one.
“Let’s go a bit closer and see more,” said the other.
So they trekked on until they came so close they could see fire leaping out of splits in the mountainside and flickering around its peak like a fiery crown.
“It is a mountain of fire! This will be of great help to our people. Let’s go on,” said one,
They came to the foothills and climbed steadily up the sides of the fiery mountain until they stood right on its to top and looked down into its center and saw a sea of red hot molten rock with flames dancing across it.
One turned to the other and said, “We have discovered the secret of the fire mountain and our people will be so glad to have this. Let us now go and tell them.” Quickly, they made their way down the mountain and back through the forest to their village.
“We have been far, much further than anyone else had ever been from the village and we have discovered a wonderful secret,” said one excitedly to the people who gathered around to greet their return.
“We have discovered the secret of where the Fire Spirit has her home. We have found where the flames are kept that warm the children of the Great Spirit,” continued the other.
“We have found the fire mountain where the flames dance and the blue smoke rises day and night and at its top there lies a lake of fire and molten rock. Come with us and we will lead you there,” said the first.
“And we shall never be cold again and always have a flame to cook with!” said the second.
The people were glad to hear this for they suffered greatly in the cold and snow of winter and needed flame to cook their game. They all agreed it would be a wonderful thing to go and live on the Fire Mountain so they packed up their belongings and made ready to leave.
The two hunters led their people to the foot of the mountain of fire where they set up their village and were glad. The Fire Spirit looked down and saw them come and was glad for them for she was a kindly spirit. She knew they would benefit greatly from her fire when the hard, bleak, months of winter came. The people lived for many years at the foot of the mountain and gave thanks to the beneficence of the Fire Spirit who gave her flames to stop them perishing in the winter and to cook their food with.
The Dance of the FlamesMany moons passed and the people lived happily in their village at the foot of the Fire Mountain. Often on summer evenings the children would gaze up to its summit and watch in wonder as the great flames flickered and danced and lit up the night sky and would ask,
“Father, what are the beautiful lights that dance upon the mountain top?” and the father would answer, “The mountain is the home of the Fire Spirit and it is her flames that dance around the mountain top. She is our friend gives us her flames to warm us in winter and for us to cook by.” With that, the children would settle down and sleep safely and gently until dawn.
One night the flames on the mountain danced themselves into a frenzy leaping and jumping upon the molten lake like warriors dancing a great war dance. In their excitement, they caught hold of great rocks and threw them high in the air. Great plumes of blues smoke issued from from cracks and gaps that appeared on the mountain and billowed into the sky blackening out the moon and stars. From deep within the mountain, the throbbing, beating sound of drums shook the ground and the flames danced wildly, higher and higher. In their frenzy, they left the fiery lake at the center of the mountain summit and ran wildly down the mountainside.
The gentle Fire Spirit was alarmed at her excited children and called to them, “Quiet now, calm yourselves, you will frighten the people of the village. They will not understand that you are just dancing!”
The flames continued dancing wildly and were too excited to listen. They ran down the mountainside burning flowers and trees and anything else that was in their path. They drove the animals away and hunted them in the woods below and frightened the birds causing them to take to the air. Burning rivers of molten rock and flame annihilated all that stood in the way. The Fire Spirit begged and pleaded with them to stop but they would not and headed towards the village.
In the village, all slept soundly unaware of the danger, but the acrid smell of the smoke awoke one of the warriors who looked out and saw the danger. Crying out warnings he quickly roused the villagers. In fear, the terrified villager quickly abandoned the village and ran into the forest as the flames descended upon their settlement and greedily ate the homes they had grown to love.
Thankfully all the villagers escaped into the forest unharmed though still terrified. They huddled together and debated what they should do. The two hunters said they would go up to the mountaintop and see what could be seen and they set off. When they returned, they shook their heads sadly and one said, “All the flowers are burnt. All the grass is burnt. All the trees are burnt and the birds and animals have fled. Nothing lives on or around the mountain.”
The other said, “It is bare and burnt nothing can live on or near the Fire Mountain. The Fire Spirit is still there as her flames can be seen in the cracks and the fissures and smoke still rises, though it is much lighter. We think the Fire Spirit will never again be our friend.”
The Hummingbird is Born of Flame
The Great Spirit looked down and saw what damage the flames had done and he was angry. “The flames must perish. No longer will they dance and flicker in the night sky!”
The gentle Fire Spirit trembled for her wayward children. “Great Spirit have mercy upon them! It is true they grew wild and out of control, but they know not what they do. They have burnt the flowers and grass, burnt the trees and driven away the birds and the animals and frightened off your own children and ate their village. They have been cruel and unkind but they know not what they did.
For many, many moons, in the coldness of winter, they have given their flames so the people and their children would not perish of cold and they could cook their food. For many moons, they listened to me and were of great benefit to your children on earth, but in the wildness of their dance, they lost control. How will your people keep warm and cook if the flames die completely from the earth?”
The Great Spirit heard the pleas of the gentle Fire Spirit and thought for a while but then said, “The flames must perish. They lost control and were cruel to my children and they and their little children now fear them. I hear what you say and the flames will not be lost entirely and they will still warm the people. Because the people once loved them and because they know not what they did, the beauty of the flames shall live and warm and gladden the hearts of whoever looks upon them.”
Taking up his war-club the Great Spirit struck the top of the mountain a mighty blow. The fires flickered and faded and the smoke slowly vanished and all the flames shrank slowly to condense into one small shining, flickering flame. It was of such purity and glory and in its heart of hearts one tiny flame flicked with brilliant intensity. The Great Spirit looked upon what he had done and was pleased. It was looked like a star from the night sky but much brighter and much more beautiful.
“Although the fire of the mountain must perish this gentle flame shall have wings to fly and all my children will love her as I do myself!” Thus, spoke the Great Spirit and from the mountain, a tiny bird fluttered up and hovered briefly. Then it flew swiftly from the mountain into the blue sky. As the sunshine caught upon its feathers they flickered, red, gold, orange and yellow and all the wonderful colors of the flame flickered from the bird.
So it was from the heart of the fiery mountain the bird of flame called the hummingbird was born and all the children of the Great Spirit that walk upon the earth rejoice whenever they see it.
© 12/07/2016 zteve t evans
References, Attributions and Further Reading
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- File:Selasphorus rufus on Saltspring Island.jpg From Wikipedia – Hovering male rufous hummingbird – Image by Ryan Bushby (HighInBC) – CC BY 2.5
- File:Volcán Tungurahua 2011.jpg From Wikimedia Commons – Tungurahua volcano 2011 – Image Attribution: Dr. Carlos Costales Terán – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International, 3.0 Unported, 2.5 Generic, 2.0 Generic and 1.0 Generic license.
- File:USFWS ribes sanguineum (26123508822).jpg From Wikimedia Commons – Female rufous hummingbird on red-flowering currant (Ribes sanguineum) – Photo credit: Peter Pearsall/USFWS – USFWS – Pacific Region – CC BY 2.0