The Origin of Tobacco - Crow

A long time ago the Indians roamed the West like the buffalo, one family scattered and returned by change.
There were no separate tribes.


One of the Indians was a woman of powerful beauty. She gave birth to twin sons,
but she did not know who their father was.
The beautiful woman sang her sons to sleep with a heartbreaking lullaby, and everyone who heard it took pity on her.
Finally, the Earth agreed to claim the first son, and the stars took the second son as one of their own.
From then on, the people called them Earth-Boy and Star-Boy.


When the boys were near manhood, they began to behave a little differently from their friends.
Earth-Boy stopped following the buffalo everywhere and began to stay close beneath the willows of his home,
searching for pretty rocks and carefully observing the slow growth of the plants.
Star-Boy also grew lax in his hunting, but rather then staying at home he began to wander far beyond the buffalo.
He slept during the days so that at night he could watch the travels of his star family.


One day Star-Boy's wanderings brought him to the foot of the highest mountain.
No one had climbed it before, but Star-Boy started the slow climb upward without hesitating.
Somewhere near the sky, Star-Boy fainted. A shining silver man appeared to him.
The man was a star. He told Star-Boy that he was his father
but that he spent his life traveling far beyond the Earth,
and he said he would not pass near the mountain again in his son's lifetime.


"And so to show my love and concern for you, my son, I will give you a gift of great strength and colors of the sunset.
Keep this plant with you wherever you wander, and in the springtime plant it everywhere you go.
Tend the scarred beds, and harvest them when they are tall." With these words, the star plunged his hands into his own silver chest.
When he pulled them out again, they were full of tobacco.
He told Star-Boy that tobacco would make everyone in their family strong and free. T
o share the tobacco and its power, people must be adopted into Star- Boy's family.
Star-Boy listened carefully, but he was too overwhelmed to speak.
he nodded his head gratefully, and his father burst away from him, back to the sky.


When Star-Boy came down from the mountains, he found his brother Earth- Boy, and offered to adopt him and share the tobacco.
Earth-Boy laughed, and said, "Brother, you don't need to climb mountains to have visions.
While you were gone, I met my Father Earth and he taught me some secrets of my own.
Your family may become powerful wanders, but mine is going to become a family of peaceful farmers.
We will grow everything except tobacco and you will grow nothing more."


"I don't want to grow anything more," said Star-Boy,
"I will follow the buffalo, and be strong as an eagle, and as free as wind."
Earth-Boy smiled. "I will be strong as rock, my brother," he said
"and steady as sunrise. But no matter how different our families become,
we will never quarrel.
Your father has given you tobacco, and mine has given me the way of the Medicine Pipe.
When we smoke together, your plant with my pipe, our fathers will give us peace and colors of the sunset."


Earth-Boy brought forward a beautiful pipe made from the rock and willow of his home.
Star-Boy filled it with tobacco from the heart of the star, and the brothers smoked together.
When Star-Boy left, some of the people went with him, hoping to be adopted into his family.
Even before they learned the secrets of tobacco, the people who followed Star-Boy took a name,
and called themselves the Crow.


The ones who stayed with Earth-Boy to learn to farm were called after the willows of their home, Hidatsa.


And so the people were divided into tribes, but the power of tobacco and the pipe kept them from becoming enemies.


Ah Ho

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elbertdee, love your stories, I have always had strong feelings for native American history. This has nothing to do with tobacco, but when I was a very little girl, I had a very vivid recurring dream that is with me still, and seems to be so much more than a dream, just wanted to share it. In this dream vision, I was a young boy of maybe 10 or so, and I was running through the woods as fast as my legs would carry me, at the same time searching for something important and familiar, and with great urgency. I would occasionally shout a phrase that I cannot translate, but seemed to be a name and a plea of some sort. I had worked up a great thirst and as I squatted by a stream to drink I could hear a small voice, which I ran toward. It was a small girl child picking berries, my sister, and I scooped her up and began to run with her over rough, rocky terrain. I was wearing no shirt, long pants made of animal hide, kind of reddish, but her top was very ornate with beads and shells threaded onto strips of hide, woven and braided onto the softest of skins, and long too. We both had moccasin type coverings on our feet, and both had long braided black hair, but hers had decorations similar to her top. As I ran, the beads struck my face and she would chuckle and that angered me because I was not in the spirit of fun...we were being pursued by those that meant us great harm, and who were not far behind. (I got the feeling they had already destroyed the others). I ran and ran until I could run no more, and stumbled and fell. When I tried again and realized I couldn't go on carrying both of us, I tried running with my sister beside me but she was too small and too slow. I would not give up so the only thing left to do was to find a place to hide. There was a space beneath the roots of a large tree on the side of a hill and we crawled inside to rest. Soon we could hear the sounds of approaching voices and my sister began to cry. They would hear her so we had to leave. I prided myself on how well I knew the woods, but I had never been this far and didn't know where to run, so just kept the sun to my left shoulder. After a while there was a break in the trees and beyond there was a huge body of water. As I walked to the end of the path it dropped straight down. Behind me I could see angry white faces with smiles like the dead coming closer and realized I had no more choices. With my sister clinging to my neck screaming, I jumped...falling falling falling....and I would wake up in total panic! I had that dream many times, almost always the same. The really odd thing, in my freshman year of high school I made fast friends with a girl in my class, and we are friends still. But one day many years ago, I was telling her about my dream, and before I could go into any detail, she described what the sister was wearing, how I carried her, right up to how we jumped!!! She was the sister!!! How could this be? We wracked our brains wondering if maybe we could have seen the same movie or something to answer the many coincidences, but to this day, it stands as told. Very, very odd.
 

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