Tlingit Folktales - How Raven Stole The Sun
Tlingit Folktales - How Raven Stole The Sun
Tlingit Folktales - How Raven Stole The Sun
Many Tlingit stories were about a black bird called Raven. These stories were called Raven
Tales.
In some Raven Tales, Raven played tricks on greedy people. Sometimes he changed form so
that people would not suspect who he really was. Other times he dressed up in a disguise.
After Raven played his tricks, he wailed in his rasping voice, "GAH!" Then he flew out through
the smokehole of a house before anyone could catch him.
Raven lived in a forest filled with cedar and hemlock trees. These trees had needles instead of
leaves.
Sometimes Raven fished for salmon. Flying over a river, Raven could look down and see a
salmon's glittery silver body in the water.
Long ago, there was only darkness. A greedy old man and his daughter kept the sun, the
moon, and the stars hidden in three cedar boxes. They kept the light all for themselves.
"It's hard to go hunting or fishing in the dark," said Raven. "This greedy man must learn to
share."
The next time the man's daughter went to get water from the spring, Raven was waiting. He
turned himself into a tiny hemlock needle and fell into her basket.
The girl dipped her basket into the spring and took a long drink. She swallowed the needle
with the water.
Several months later, the girl had a baby boy. The baby had bright, glittery eyes like a raven.
But the girl and her father didn't suspect that the baby was really Raven in disguise.
One day, the baby began to cry. "Gah! Gah!" he wailed in Raven's rasping voice.
But the baby did not stop. He cried all day. And he cried all night. The old man and his
daughter tried everything to keep the baby quiet. But nothing worked.
Finally, the grandfather gave the baby the smallest cedar box. "Play with this," he said. "It
should keep you quiet."
The shiny stars inside the box made the baby laugh. He tossed them into the air. The stars
floated out through the smokehole and into the sky.
"Quickly, daughter!" cried the old man. "Give him the second box!"
Inside the second box was the moon. The baby patted the moon happily and rolled it over the
floor. He bounced it against the walls. Finally, he bounced the moon so hard it flew up the
smokehole just like the stars.
The baby began to cry even louder than before. The grandfather covered his ears. "The last
box! Open the last box!" he yelled.
The baby opened the third box and pulled out the sun. With a happy giggle, he tossed the sun
through the smokehole and into the sky.
But before the angry old man could grab him, Raven changed back into a bird. He flew out
through the smokehole into the bright sunshine.
The greedy old man was angry. But Raven didn't care. The sun, the moon, and the many
bright stars were stuck up in the sky. The earth was no longer dark. And it's been that way
ever since.