Long, long ago, the Creator, the Great Chief Above, made the world. Then
he made the animals and the birds and gave them their names -- Coyote,
Grizzly Bear, Deer, Fox, Eagle, the four Wolf Brothers, Magpie, Bluejay,
Hummingbird, and all the others. When he had finished his work, the
Creator called the animal people to him. "I am going to leave you," he
said. "But I will come back. When I come again, I will make human
beings. They will be in charge of you." The Great Chief returned to his
home in the sky, and the animal people scattered to all parts of the
world.
After twelve moons, the animal people gathered to meet the Creator as he
had directed. Some of them had complaints. Bluejay, Meadowlark, and
Coyote did not like their names. Each of them asked to be some other
creature. "No," said the Creator. "I have given you your names. There is
no change. My word is law.
"Because you have tried to change my law, I will not make the human
being this time. Because you have disobeyed me, you have soiled what I
brought with me. I planned to change it into a human being. Instead, I
will put it in water to be washed for many moons and many snows, until
it is clean again."
Then he took something from his right side and put it in the river. It swam, and the Creator
named it Beaver. "Now I will give you another law," said the Great Chief Above.
"The one of you who keeps strong and good will take Beaver from the water some day and
make it into a human being. I will tell you now what to do. Divide Beaver into twelve parts. Take
each part to a different place and breathe into it your own breath. Wake it up. It will be a human
being with your breath. Give it half of your power and tell it what to do. Today I am giving my
power to one of you. He will have it as long as he is good." When the Creator had finished
speaking, all the creatures started for their homes -- all except Coyote. The Great Chief had a
special word for Coyote.
"You are to be head of all the creatures, Coyote. You are a power just like me now, and I will
help you do your work. Soon the creatures and all the other things I have made will become
bad. They will fight and will eat each other. It is your duty to keep them as peaceful as you
can. "When you have finished your work, we will meet again, in this land toward the east. If
you have been good, if you tell the truth and obey me, you can make the human being from
Beaver. If you have done wrong, someone else will make him." Then the Creator went away.
It happened as the Creator had foretold. Everywhere the things he had created did wrong. The
mountains swallowed the creatures. The winds blew them away. Coyote stopped the
mountains, stopped the winds, and rescued the creatures. One winter, after North Wind had
killed many people, Coyote made a law for him: "Hereafter you can kill only those who make
fun of you."
Everywhere Coyote went, he made the world better for the animal people and better for the
human beings yet to be created. When he had finished his work, he knew that it was time to
meet the Creator again. Coyote thought that he had been good, that he would be the one to
make the first human being. But he was mistaken. He thought that he had as much power as
the Creator. So he tried, a second time, to change the laws of the Great Chief Above
"Some other creature will make the human being," the Creator told Coyote. "I shall take you
out into the ocean and give you a place to stay for all time." So Coyote walked far out across
the water to an island. There the Creator stood waiting for him, beside the house he had made.
Inside the house on the west side stood a black suit of clothes. On the other side hung a
white suit. "Coyote, you are to wear this black suit for six months," said the Creator. "Then the
weather will be cold and dreary. Take off the black suit and wear the white suit. Then there will
be summer, and everything will grow. I will give you my power not to grow old. You will live
here forever and forever."
Coyote stayed there, out in the ocean, and the four Wolf brothers took his place as the head of
all the animal people. Youngest Wolf Brother was strong and good and clever. Oldest Wolf
Brother was worthless. So the Creator gave Youngest Brother the power to take Beaver from
the water. One morning Oldest Wolf Brother said to Youngest Brother, "I want you to kill
Beaver. I want his tooth for a knife."
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Second and Third Brothers. "Beaver is too strong for Youngest Brother."
But Youngest Wolf said to his brothers, "Make four spears. For Oldest Brother, make a spear
with four forks. For me, make a spear with one fork. Make a two-forked spear and a
three-forked spear for yourselves. I will try my best to get Beaver, so that we can kill him."
All the animal persons had seen Beaver and his home. They knew where he lived. They knew
what a big creature he was. His family of young beavers lived with him. The animal persons
were afraid that Youngest Wolf Brother would fail to capture Beaver and would fail to make the
human being. Second and Third Wolf Brothers also were afraid. "I fear we will lose Youngest
Brother," they said to each other. But they made the four spears he had asked for.
At dusk, the Wolf brothers tore down the dam at the beavers' home, and all the little beavers
ran out. About midnight, the larger beavers ran out. They were so many, and they made so
much noise, that they sounded like thunder. Then Big Beaver ran out, the one the Creator had
put into the water to become clean.
"Let's quit!" said Oldest Wolf Brother, for he was afraid. "Let's not try to kill him."
"No!" said Youngest Brother. "I will not stop."
Oldest Wolf Brother fell down. Third Brother fell down. Second Brother fell down. Lightning
flashed. The beavers still sounded like thunder. Youngest Brother took the four-forked spear
and tried to strike Big Beaver with it. It broke. He used the three-forked spear. It broke. He used
the two-forked spear. It broke. Then he took his own one-forked spear. It did not break. It
pierced the skin of Big Beaver and stayed there. Out of the lake, down the creek, and down Big
River, Beaver swam, dragging Youngest Brother after it.
Youngest Wolf called to his brothers, "You stay here. If I do not return with Beaver in three
days, you will know that I am dead." Three days later, all the animal persons gathered on a
level place at the foot of the mountain. Soon they saw Youngest Brother coming. He had killed
Beaver and was carrying it. "You remember that the Creator told us to cut it into twelve
pieces," said Youngest Brother to the animal people. But he could divide it into only eleven
pieces.
Then he gave directions. "Fox, you are a good runner. Hummingbird and Horsefly, you can fly
fast. Take this piece of Beaver flesh over to that place and wake it up. Give it your breath."
Youngest Brother gave other pieces to other animal people and told them where to go. They
took the liver to Clearwater River, and it became the Nez Perce Indians. They took the heart
across the mountains, and it became the Methow Indians. Other parts became the Spokane
people, the Lake people, the Flathead people. Each of the eleven pieces became a different
tribe.
"There have to be twelve tribes," said Youngest Brother. "Maybe the Creator thinks that we
should use the blood for the last one. Take the blood across the Shining Mountains and wake
it up over there. It will become the Blackfeet. They will always look for blood."
When an animal person woke the piece of Beaver flesh and breathed into it, he told the new
human being what to do and what to eat. "Here are roots," and the animal people pointed to
camas and kouse and to bitterroot, "You will dig them, cook them, and save them to eat in the
winter.
"Here are the berries that will ripen in the summer. You will eat them and you will dry them for
use in winter." The animal people pointed to chokecherry trees, to serviceberry bushes, and to
huckleberry bushes.
"There are salmon in all the rivers. You will cook them and eat them when they come up the
streams. And you will dry them to eat in the winter."
When all the tribes had been created, the animal people said to them "Some of you new people
should go up Lake Chelan. Go up to the middle of the lake and look at the cliff beside the
water. There you will see pictures on the rock. From the pictures you will learn how to make
the things you will need."
The Creator had painted the pictures there, with red paint. From the beginning until long after
the white people came, the Indians went to Lake Chelan and looked at the paintings. They saw
pictures of bows and arrows and of salmon traps. From the paintings of the Creator they knew
how to make the things they needed for getting their food.