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  • winterfury@webtv.net
    Mar 28, 2002
      UNKTOMI AND THE ARROWHEADS

      Sioux
      Native American Lore
      There were once upon a time two young men who were very great friends,
      and were constantly together. One was a very thoughtful young man, the
      other very impulsive, who never stopped to think before he committed an
      act.
      One day these two friends were walking along, telling each other of
      their experiences in love making. They ascended a high hill, and on
      reaching the top, heard a ticking noise as if small stones or pebbles
      were being struck together.
      Looking around they discovered a large spider sitting in the midst of a
      great many flint arrowheads. The spider was busily engaged making the
      flint rocks into arrow heads. They looked at the spider, but he never
      moved, but continued hammering away on a piece of flint which he had
      nearly completed into another arrowhead.
      "Let's hit him," said the thoughtless one. "No," said the other, "he is
      not harming any one; in fact, he is doing a great good, as he is making
      the flint arrowheads which we use to point our arrows."
      "Oh, you are afraid," said the first young man. "He can't harm you. just
      watch me hit him." So saying, he picked up an arrowhead and throwing it
      at "Unktomi," hit him on the side. As Unktomi rolled over on his side,
      got up and stood looking at them, the young man laughed and said:
      "Well, let us be going, as your grandfather, "Unktomi," doesn't seem to
      like our company." They started down the hill, when suddenly the one who
      had hit Unktomi took a severe fit of coughing. He coughed and coughed,
      and finally small particles of blood came from his mouth. The blood kept
      coming thicker and in great gushes. Finally it came so thick and fast
      that the man could not get his breath and fell upon the ground dead.
      The thoughtful young man, seeing that his friend was no more, hurried to
      the village and reported what had happened. The relatives and friends
      hurried to the hill, and sure enough, there lay the thoughtless young
      man still and cold in death. They held a council and sent for the chief
      of the Unktomi tribe. When he heard what had happened, he told the
      council that he could do nothing to his Unktomi, as it had only defended
      itself.
      Said he: "My friends, seeing that your tribe was running short of
      arrowheads, I set a great many of my tribe to work making flint
      arrowheads for you. When my men are thus engaged they do not wish to be
      disturbed, and your young man not only disturbed my man, but grossly
      insulted him by striking him with one of the arrowheads which he had
      worked so hard to make. My man could not sit and take this insult, so as
      the young man walked away the Unktomi shot him with a very tiny
      arrowhead.
      This produced a hemorrhage, which caused his death. So now, my friends,
      if you will fill and pass the peace pipe, we will part good friends and
      my tribe shall always furnish you with plenty of flint arrowheads." So
      saying, Unktomi Tanka finished his peace smoke and returned to his
      tribe.
      Ever after that, when the Indians heard a ticking in the grass, they
      would go out of their way to get around the sound, saying, Unktomi is
      making arrowheads; we must not disturb him.
      Thus it was that Unktomi Tanka (Big Spider) had the respect of this
      tribe, and was never after disturbed in his work of making arrowheads.
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