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Imagine girding yourself for a ride on a roller coaster or being brave enough to try something even scarier. At Disneyland, even It's a Small World scares me, but then I'm a wimp. I've already been stuck in a dark 'fun-house' when our watercraft bumped against the wall and stayed there. Turned out, it wasn't quite so fun, but then I digress.
Moving back to the topic at hand...picture yourself as a Sioux warrior, eager to show your bravery and endurance through a ritual of self-mutilation and torture. Quite a contrast isn't it? The Summer Sun Dance was a yearly get-together enjoyed by most of the plains Indians, the Sioux included. For twelve days devoted to the Sun Dance tribes gathered at an appointed area and communed with the Great Spirit and one another. Although the gala wasn't a given, it was rare for a Sun Dance to be missed.
For the first eight days, Women socialized, children played, courtships began, and the men sat and swapped stories while Shamans of the tribes picked assistants for the last sacred four days of the ritual.
On the first of the four final days, a brave from the masses located a forked-top cottonwood tree of proper dimensions. This tree served as the centerpiece of the ceremony around which volunteers would spend the last day dancing.
On the second of the last four days, appointed women went in search of the selected tree, but for three times pretended not to find it. Of course, since everything sacred was performed in "fours", their last try was a success.
The third of the last four days was spent painting the tree in four different colors...one for each of the four sacred directions. With a buffalo cutout atop the "pole", it was raised and the men performed a war dance while shooting arrows at the mock buffalo.
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All of these festivities were performed inside a special lodge where an audience gathered and witnessed the dance. The resounding of eagle-bone whistles filled the air, as the dances blew throughout their dancing ordeal.
Why a cottonwood you ask? To the Sioux, the leaf resembled a tepee, and the buffalo provided almost everything the tribal Indians needed to survive. There were many other rituals that took place during the Sun Dance, including a Buffalo Dance and the piercing of the ears of the children. The ear piercing was considered an initiation to the faith of the Sioux customs. Oh, what a boring life we lead in comparison, but as for me...I love to dance, but I'd skip right over the skewing part. If I get scared on "It's a Small World," you can bet I'd never survive the first tinge of pain. *smile*
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With the changing of the seasons came time to move back to the plains. Cecile gathered their belongings to secure to a contraption Singing Sparrow and other women would help her build. They called it a travois and from the description, sounded like a buckboard without the wheels and seat. She couldn’t fathom making anything, let alone this travois thing, but her mother-in-law assured her it wasn’t as difficult as it sounded. Once the tepee was disassembled, the long support poles would provide the structure. Even taking apart their lodge posed an overwhelming task. Try as she might, Cecile couldn’t understand the need to move from this place she loved.
“Lone Eagle, I don’t understand why we have to leave here. This is our home. The mountains give us safety that wide open land doesn’t provide.”
“Green Eyes, I know you have come to feel secure and happy in this place, but we must go where the herds of buffalo graze. The fruit, grains, fish and other food we need are there, as well.”
“Why? You’ve done well on your hunts here. Deer are plentiful.”
“Yes, our hunting has been good, but there is more to our survival than food. The buffalo provides far more than meat. Nothing is wasted when a kill is made. What we don’t eat, we use for coverings for the lodges, blankets, robes, cooking utensils, sinew for our bows… too many things to count.”
“I had no idea. How many will you slay to make all of those things?”
“The Sioux respect every living thing and never take an animal’s life needlessly. We will kill only what we need to survive.”
“When does the buffalo hunt take place?”
“When we are settled on the plains, many tribes will join us in celebration of the Sun Dance. Afterwards, we will hunt together.”
Cecile’s thoughts were suddenly filled with the remembrance of Rain Woman’s description of a buffalo hunt. Daring braves dart in and out of the charging herd, forcing the buffalo into a circle. Other braves wait to shoot until the animals are close enough. Once they’ve slain a sufficient amount, the women are expected to help butcher.
When Rain Woman first told the story, Cecile couldn’t imagine handling the entrails of a dead animal. So far she managed to escape butchering anything, but she supposed the deer hides she’d been scraping were good preparation for what was to come.
“What is the Sun Dance?” There was still so much she didn’t know.
“During the twelve-day celebration, tribes gather to honor the Great Spirit. We dance to thank him for his many blessings. Many braves will participate. Their bodies will be painted in symbols and colors, and they will go without food and water. Those like me who have already participated in communing with Wakan Tanka will only fast and dance, while others will have their chests pierced with skewers and hang from the sacred Sun Dance pole until their skin breaks free. It is during this time those men will receive direction from the Great Spirit.
Lone Eagle bore the scars on his body to prove his day of the dance, and by the way his chest puffed with pride while describing the festivities, he'd been a worthy participant. She couldn’t imagine what would drive someone to go through such a test, and her body shivered at the thought of hanging from a pole by her skin. “Isn’t there more to the Sun Dance than that?”
“Of course,” Lone Eagle continued. “The ceremony is an opportunity to visit with those from the other tribes who we see only once a year. Just think of the new friends you will make. The Sun Dance is a festive time enjoyed and revered by the entire tribe.”
Thinking ahead to summer proved difficult. Cecile’s mind meandered back to the move and the changes coming in her life. She worried about being responsible for reconstructing their lodge in their new camp, but then reasoned that with help anything was possible. She counted all the things she’d already learned. Laundry was among them, and she had even more to do now because of the baby.
“Before we leave, I will wash our clothing one more time.”
“While you tend to that, I will go check with my father to see when we are going to leave.” Lone Eagle left before she had a chance to inquire about him watching the baby.
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Aside from the excerpt, all Information for the article provided by America's Fascinating Indian Heritage published by Reader's Digest.