Superstition Mountain is a mountain in the Superstitions Mountains of Arizona, USA and a place of many myths and legends of the Native American and local people One Native American legend tells how a tribe of Pueblo dwarfs settled in the area establishing settlements and growing crops and breeding flocks of animals.
The Pueblo Dwarfs
They practiced their own religion in their own way which was based on the sun. Although these people were small in stature being only on average four feet tall, they were very intelligent and as is often the case with intelligent people, they were peace loving. They were rumored to possess a great treasure beyond belief.
Being small in stature other tribes sometimes sought to rob and bully them. The dwarves were not easy victims. They had learned how to make strong potions and incantations that would usually frighten off their enemies without the need for bloodshed. Once these were invoked all that was usually needed was a show of arms to discourage fighting.
One day they learned that their enemies were preparing a massive attack on them. Their chief had called together all the braves of his people and was leading them towards Superstition Mountain determined to wipe out the peace loving dwarfs and take all their flocks but what they really wanted was to steal their great treasure.
The dwarfs hid their flocks of sheep in hidden valleys and built walls and fortifications in strategic places that guarded the passes to their land and made plans for their self-defense. All of these plans and works were supervised and directed by a woman who was not of their race but who had come among them from an unknown land. This woman was tall, with golden hair and a pale face and she exuded an air of command. Although she was not of their kind the Pueblo dwarfs held her in awe and reverence following her every word and treasuring her.
She was also known to their enemies. They justified the attack by saying they had brought her from the waters of the rising sun and their chief had fallen in love with her and had wanted to marry her. In their minds, they believed she should have seen this as a great honor and agreed to the marriage. The fact was she did not love him and had refused marriage and fled rather than be taken by force.
She had wandered in the wilderness until she found the Pueblo dwarfs who had taken her in. In return, she taught them how animal husbandry and how to plant seeds, build houses and she had healed many of their sick. The dwarfs would have given their enemies all their flocks in exchange for her but she would not let them. Instead, she told them she would stand and fight and urged them to escape. The dwarfs refused to leave without her and told her they would defend her to the death so she devised a plan of defense.
The dwarfs met the invaders on the borders but instead of fighting retreated across the land drawing them towards Superstition Mountain. Their enemy followed thinking they were afraid that all the time they led them on to the mountain. Eventually, the enemy reached Superstition Mountain and the dwarfs took up the defensive positions they had prepared. The enemy chief marshaled his braves on the lower slopes ready for all out attack.
On a nearby hill other tribes also gathered to watch the attack looking for an opportunity to take advantage of the situation whichever way the pending battle should fall. They knew that while the battle was raging they had the opportunity to sneak behind the dwarfs and steal their flocks though what they really wanted was their treasure. Whichever way the battle went they intended to rob the exhausted survivors. Like vultures waiting for the death of their victim, they bided their time.
The invading chief gave the order for the attack to begin and wave after wave of braves ran up the slopes to attack the defensive walls of the Pueblo dwarfs. The Pueblo dwarfs stood ready behind their defenses. The walls had been built behind a pool of water and now the pale-faced woman stood tall and commanding like a queen in front of the pool calmly waiting for the enemy to arrive. Her adopted people looked on in love and admiration ready to fight to the death for her. As the enemy came up the slope they saw her standing proud and impassive and they were too were filled with admiration and desire. They began shouting fiercely and threateningly and running towards her with outstretched arms.
Pale Faced Lightning
The pale-faced woman stood tall and erect and calmly watched their frenzied attack. As they approached ready to take her she quickly stooped down, picked up a clay jar and emptied its contents into the pool and strode ran back behind the defensive walls to join the dwarfs. As soon as she joined her people on the walls from the rocks and crevices all around there burst red hot sparks and tongues of fire that killed many of the attacking braves instantly. Lightning struck from the skies killing many others while other perished as they fell off the cliffs as they fled in their panic.
The pale-faced woman stood calmly and stately among her people and watched impassively as her enemies were routed without so much as an arrow being shot. From this day on she was known as Pale Faced Lightning. The watchers in the nearby hills also looked on and were appalled and terror-stricken at what they saw. The lust for treasure though will burn the hearts of the unworthy and a few years later they mustered the courage to attempt to attack the Pueblo dwarfs. Pale Faced Lightning routed them as she had previously routed her enemies but with greater loss of life. After that no foe dared to threaten the Pueblo dwarfs but just as they had arrived out of nowhere so they left taking their treasure with them.
Some say they their leader dreamed a dream of hordes of people moving out of the eastern lands into the west bring death and misery to the First Peoples. Some say she led the Pueblo dwarfs to a secret place on Superstition Mountain where they live to this day in peace and happiness ruled over by their treasure, their Pale Faced Lightning.
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References, Attributions and Further Reading
Copyright September 27th, 2016 zteve t evans
- The Pale Faced Lightning – Myths and Legends of Our Own Land by Charles M. Skinner 
- San Francisco Call, Volume 69, Number 42, 11 January 1891 A STRANGE TALE OF SUPERSTITION.
- Superstition Mountains – Wikipedia
- File:Scottobear – 051231 sun (by-sa).jpg From Wikimedia Commons – Author: Scotto Bear from North Beach, MD, USA – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license.