White Plume

There once lived a young couple who were very happy. The young man was

noted throughout the whole nation for his accuracy with the bow and

arrow, and was given the title of "Dead Shot," or "He who never

misses his mark," and the young woman, noted for her beauty, was named

Beautiful Dove.

One day a stork paid this happy couple a visit and left them a fine big

boy. The boy cried "Ina, ina" (mother, mother)
"Listen to our son,"

said the mother, "he can speak, and hasn't he a sweet voice?" "Yes,"

said the father, "it will not be long before he will be able to walk."

He set to work making some arrows, and a fine hickory bow for his son.

One of the arrows he painted red, one blue, and another yellow. The rest

he left the natural color of the wood. When he had completed them, the

mother placed them in a fine quiver, all worked in porcupine quills,

and hung them up over where the boy slept in his fine hammock of painted

moose hide.

At times when the mother would be nursing her son, she would look up at

the bow and arrows and talk to her baby, saying: "My son, hurry up and

grow fast so you can use your bow and arrows. You will grow up to be

as fine a marksman as your father." The baby would coo and stretch his

little arms up towards the bright colored quiver as though he understood

every word his mother had uttered. Time passed and the boy grew up to a

good size, when one day his father said: "Wife, give our son the bow and

arrows so that he may learn how to use them." The father taught his son

how to string and unstring the bow, and also how to attach the arrow to

the string. The red, blue and yellow arrows, he told the boy, were to be

used only whenever there was any extra good shooting to be done, so the

boy never used these three until he became a master of the art. Then he

would practice on eagles and hawks, and never an eagle or hawk continued

his flight when the boy shot one of the arrows after him.

One day the boy came running into the tent, exclaiming: "Mother, mother,

I have shot and killed the most beautiful bird I ever saw." "Bring

it in, my son, and let me look at it." He brought the bird and upon

examining it she pronounced it a different type of bird from any she had

ever seen. Its feathers were of variegated colors and on its head was

a topknot of pure white feathers. The father, returning, asked the boy

with which arrow he had killed the bird. "With the red one," answered

the boy. "I was so anxious to secure the pretty bird that, although I

know I could have killed it with one of my common arrows, I wanted to

be certain, so I used the red one." "That is right, my son," said the

father. "When you have the least doubt of your aim, always use one of

the painted arrows, and you will never miss your mark."

The parents decided to give a big feast in honor of their son killing

the strange, beautiful bird. So a great many elderly women were called

to the tent of Pretty Dove to assist her in making ready for the big

feast. For ten days these women cooked and pounded beef and cherries,

and got ready the choicest dishes known to the Indians. Of buffalo,

beaver, deer, antelope, moose, bear, quail, grouse, duck of all kinds,

geese and plover meats there was an abundance. Fish of all kinds, and

every kind of wild fruit were cooked, and when all was in readiness, the

heralds went through the different villages, crying out: "Ho-po, ho-po"

(now all, now all), "Dead Shot and his wife, Beautiful Dove, invite all

of you, young and old, to their tepee to partake of a great feast, given

by them in honor of a great bird which their son has killed, and also to

select for their son some good name which he will bear through life. So

all bring your cups and wooden dishes along with your horn spoons, as

there will be plenty to eat. Come, all you council men and chiefs,

as they have also a great tent erected for you in which you hold your


Thus crying, the heralds made the circle of the village. The guests soon

arrived. In front of the tent was a pole stuck in the ground and painted

red, and at the top of the pole was fastened the bird of variegated

colors; its wings stretched out to their full length and the beautiful

white waving so beautifully from its topknot, it was the center of

attraction. Half way up the pole was tied the bow and arrow of the young

marksman. Long streamers of fine bead and porcupine work waved from

the pole and presented a very striking appearance. The bird was faced

towards the setting sun. The great chief and medicine men pronounced the

bird "Wakan" (something holy).

When the people had finished eating they all fell in line and marched in

single file beneath the bird, in order to get a close view of it. By the

time this vast crowd had fully viewed the wonderful bird, the sun was

just setting clear in the west, when directly over the rays of the

sun appeared a cloud in the shape of a bird of variegated colors. The

councilmen were called out to look at the cloud, and the head medicine

man said that it was a sign that the boy would grow up to be a great

chief and hunter, and would have a great many friends and followers.

This ended the feast, but before dispersing, the chief and councilmen

bestowed upon the boy the title of White Plume.

One day a stranger came to the village, who was very thin and nearly

starved. So weak was he that he could not speak, but made signs for

something to eat. Luckily the stranger came to Dead Shot's tent, and as

there was always a plentiful supply in his lodge, the stranger soon had

a good meal served him. After he had eaten and rested he told his story.

"I came from a very great distance," said he. "The nations where I came

from are in a starving condition. No place can they find any buffalo,

deer nor antelope. A witch or evil spirit in the shape of a white

buffalo has driven all the large game out of the country. Every day this

white buffalo comes circling the village, and any one caught outside of

their tent is carried away on its horns. In vain have the best marksmen

of the tribe tried to shoot it. Their arrows fly wide off the mark, and

they have given up trying to kill it as it bears a charmed life. Another

evil spirit in the form of a red eagle has driven all the birds of the

air out of our country. Every day this eagle circles above the village,

and so powerful is it that anyone being caught outside of his tent

is descended upon and his skull split open to the brain by the sharp

breastbone of the Eagle. Many a marksman has tried his skill on this

bird, all to no purpose.

"Another evil spirit in the form of a white rabbit has driven out all

the animals which inhabit the ground, and destroyed the fields of corn

and turnips, so the nation is starving, as the arrows of the marksmen

have also failed to touch the white rabbit. Any one who can kill these

three witches will receive as his reward, the choice of two of the most

beautiful maidens of our nation. The younger one is the handsomer of the

two and has also the sweetest disposition. Many young, and even old men,

hearing of this (our chief's) offer, have traveled many miles to try

their arrows on the witches, but all to no purpose. Our chief, hearing

of your great marksmanship, sent me to try and secure your services to

have you come and rid us of these three witches."

Thus spoke the stranger to the hunter. The hunter gazed long and

thoughtfully into the dying embers of the camp fire. Then slowly his

eyes raised and looked lovingly on his wife who sat opposite to him.

Gazing on her beautiful features for a full minute he slowly dropped his

gaze back to the dying embers and thus answered his visitor:

"My friend, I feel very much honored by your chief having sent such

a great distance for me, and also for the kind offer of his lovely

daughter in marriage, if I should succeed, but I must reject the great

offer, as I can spare none of my affections to any other woman than to

my queen whom you see sitting there."

White Plume had been listening to the conversation and when his father

had finished speaking, said: "Father, I am a child no more. I have

arrived at manhood. I am not so good a marksman as you, but I will go to

this suffering tribe and try to rid them of their three enemies. If this

man will rest for a few days and return to his village and inform them

of my coming, I will travel along slowly on his trail and arrive at the

village a day or two after he reaches there."

"Very well, my son," said the father, "I am sure you will succeed, as

you fear nothing, and as to your marksmanship, it is far superior to

mine, as your sight is much clearer and aim quicker than mine."

The man rested a few days and one morning started off, after having

instructed White Plume as to the trail. White Plume got together what

he would need on the trip and was ready for an early start the next

morning. That night Dead Shot and his wife sat up away into the night

instructing their son how to travel and warning him as to the different

kinds of people he must avoid in order to keep out of trouble. "Above

all," said the father, "keep a good look out for Unktomi (spider); he is

the most tricky of all, and will get you into trouble if you associate

with him."

White Plume left early, his father accompanying him for several miles.

On parting, the father's last words were: "Look out for Unktomi, my son,

he is deceitful and treacherous." "I'll look out for him, father;" so

saying he disappeared over a hill. On the way he tried his skill on

several hawks and eagles and he did not need to use his painted arrows

to kill them, but so skillful was he with the bow and arrows that he

could bring down anything that flew with his common arrows. He was

drawing near to the end of his destination when he had a large tract of

timber to pass through. When he had nearly gotten through the timber he

saw an old man sitting on a log, looking wistfully up into a big tree,

where sat a number of prairie chickens.

"Hello, grandfather, why are you sitting there looking so downhearted?"

asked White Plume. "I am nearly starved, and was just wishing some one

would shoot one of those chickens for me, so I could make a good meal on

it," said the old man. "I will shoot one for you," said the young man.

He strung his bow, placed an arrow on the string, simply seemed to raise

the arrow in the direction of the chicken (taking no aim). Twang went

out the bow, zip went the arrow and a chicken fell off the limb, only

to get caught on another in its descent. "There is your chicken,

grandfather." "Oh, my grandson, I am too weak to climb up and get it.

Can't you climb up and get it for me?" The young man, pitying the old

fellow, proceeded to climb the tree, when the old man stopped him,

saying: "Grandson, you have on such fine clothes, it is a pity to spoil

them; you had better take them off so as not to spoil the fine porcupine

work on them." The young man took off his fine clothes and climbed up

into the tree, and securing the chicken, threw it down to the old

man. As the young man was scaling down the tree, the old man said:

"Iyashkapa, iyashkapa," (stick fast, stick fast). Hearing him say

something, he asked, "What did you say, old man?" He answered, "I was

only talking to myself." The young man proceeded to descend, but he

could not move. His body was stuck fast to the bark of the tree. In vain

did he beg the old man to release him. The old Unktomi, for he it was,

only laughed and said: "I will go now and kill the evil spirits, I have

your wonderful bow and arrows and I cannot miss them. I will marry the

chief's daughter, and you can stay up in that tree and die there."

So saying, he put on White Plume's fine clothes, took his bow and arrows

and went to the village. As White Plume was expected at any minute, the

whole village was watching for him, and when Unktomi came into sight the

young men ran to him with a painted robe, sat him down on it and slowly

raising him up they carried him to the tent of the chief. So certain

were they that he would kill the evil spirits that the chief told him to

choose one of the daughters at once for his wife. (Before the arrival

of White Plume, hearing of him being so handsome, the two girls had

quarreled over which should marry him, but upon seeing him the younger

was not anxious to become his wife.) So Unktomi chose the older one of

the sisters, and was given a large tent in which to live. The younger

sister went to her mother's tent to live, and the older was very proud,

as she was married to the man who would save the nation from starvation.

The next morning there was a great commotion in camp, and there came the

cry that the white buffalo was coming. "Get ready, son-in-law, and kill

the buffalo," said the chief.

Unktomi took the bow and arrows and shot as the buffalo passed, but the

arrow went wide off its mark. Next came the eagle, and again he shot and

missed. Then came the rabbit, and again he missed.

"Wait until tomorrow, I will kill them all. My blanket caught in my bow

and spoiled my aim." The people were very much disappointed, and the

chief, suspecting that all was not right, sent for the young man who had

visited Dead Shot's tepee. When the young man arrived, the chief asked:

"Did you see White Plume when you went to Dead Shot's camp?" "Yes, I

did, and ate with him many times. I stayed at his father's tepee all the

time I was there," said the young man. "Would you recognize him if you

saw him again?" asked the chief. "Any one who had but one glimpse of

White Plume would surely recognize him when he saw him again, as he is

the most handsome man I ever saw," said the young man.

"Come with me to the tent of my son-in-law and take a good look at him,

but don't say what you think until we come away." The two went to the

tent of Unktomi, and when the young man saw him he knew it was not White

Plume, although it was White Plume's bow and arrows that hung at the

head of the bed, and he also recognized the clothes as belonging to

White Plume. When they had returned to the chief's tent, the young man

told what he knew and what he thought. "I think this is some Unktomi who

has played some trick on White Plume and has taken his bow and arrows

and also his clothes, and hearing of your offer, is here impersonating

White Plume. Had White Plume drawn the bow on the buffalo, eagle and

rabbit today, we would have been rid of them, so I think we had better

scare this Unktomi into telling us where White Plume is," said the young


"Wait until he tries to kill the witches again tomorrow," said the


In the meantime the younger daughter had taken an axe and gone into the

woods in search of dry wood. She went quite a little distance into the

wood and was chopping a dry log. Stopping to rest a little she heard

some one saying: "Whoever you are, come over here and chop this tree

down so that I may get loose." Going to where the big tree stood, she

saw a man stuck onto the side of the tree. "If I chop it down the fall

will kill you," said the girl. "No, chop it on the opposite side from

me, and the tree will fall that way. If the fall kills me, it will be

better than hanging up here and starving to death," said White Plume,

for it was he.

The girl chopped the tree down and when she saw that it had not killed

the man, she said: "What shall I do now?" "Loosen the bark from the tree

and then get some stones and heat them. Get some water and sage and put

your blanket over me." She did as told and when the steam arose from

the water being poured upon the heated rocks, the bark loosened from his

body and he arose. When he stood up, she saw how handsome he was. "You

have saved my life," said he. "Will you be my wife?" "I will," said she.

He then told her how the old man had fooled him into this trap and took

his bow and arrows, also his fine porcupine worked clothes, and had gone

off, leaving him to die. She, in turn, told him all that had happened

in camp since a man, calling himself White Plume, came there and married

her sister before he shot at the witches, and when he came to shoot at

them, missed every shot. "Let us make haste, as the bad Unktomi may

ruin my arrows." They approached the camp and whilst White Plume waited

outside, his promised wife entered Unktomi's tent and said: "Unktomi,

White Plume is standing outside and he wants his clothes and bow and

arrows." "Oh, yes, I borrowed them and forgot to return them; make haste

and give them to him."

Upon receiving his clothes, he was very much provoked to find his fine

clothes wrinkled and his bow twisted, while the arrows were twisted

out of shape. He laid the clothes down, also the bows and arrows, and

passing his hand over them, they assumed their right shapes again. The

daughter took White Plume to her father's tent and upon hearing the

story he at once sent for his warriors and had them form a circle around

Unktomi's tent, and if he attempted to escape to catch him and tie him

to a tree, as he (the chief) had determined to settle accounts with him

for his treatment of White Plume, and the deception employed in winning

the chief's eldest daughter. About midnight the guard noticed something

crawling along close to the ground, and seizing him found it was Unktomi

trying to make his escape before daylight, whereupon they tied him to a

tree. "Why do you treat me thus," cried Unktomi, "I was just going out

in search of medicine to rub on my arrows, so I can kill the witches."

"You will need medicine to rub on yourself when the chief gets through

with you," said the young man who had discovered that Unktomi was

impersonating White Plume.

In the morning the herald announced that the real White Plume had

arrived, and the chief desired the whole nation to witness his

marksmanship. Then came the cry: "The White Buffalo comes." Taking his

red arrow, White Plume stood ready. When the buffalo got about opposite

him, he let his arrow fly. The buffalo bounded high in the air and came

down with all four feet drawn together under its body, the red arrow

having passed clear through the animal, piercing the buffalo's heart. A

loud cheer went up from the village.

"You shall use the hide for your bed," said the chief to White Plume.

Next came a cry, "the eagle, the eagle." From the north came an enormous

red eagle. So strong was he, that as he soared through the air his wings

made a humming sound as the rumble of distant thunder. On he came, and

just as he circled the tent of the chief, White Plume bent his bow, with

all his strength drew the arrow back to the flint point, and sent the

blue arrow on its mission of death. So swiftly had the arrow passed

through the eagle's body that, thinking White Plume had missed, a great

wail went up from the crowd, but when they saw the eagle stop in his

flight, give a few flaps of his wings, and then fall with a heavy thud

into the center of the village, there was a greater cheer than before.

"The red eagle shall be used to decorate the seat of honor in your

tepee," said the chief to White Plume. Last came the white rabbit. "Aim

good, aim good, son-in-law," said the chief. "If you kill him you will

have his skin for a rug." Along came the white rabbit, and White Plume

sent his arrow in search of rabbit's heart, which it found, and stopped

Mr. Rabbit's tricks forever.

The chief then called all of the people together and before them all

took a hundred willows and broke them one at a time over Unktomi's back.

Then he turned him loose. Unktomi, being so ashamed, ran off into the

woods and hid in the deepest and darkest corner he could find. This is

why Unktomis (spiders) are always found in dark corners, and anyone who

is deceitful or untruthful is called a descendant of the Unktomi tribe.