There was a legend among the Sierra Band of Miwok Indians. It said that a female would someday become the Shaman of the band and she would reunite the Miwok Indians and make them strong again. Many people believed in the legend at first but, throughout the years, less and less Miwoks even remembered the legend and it didn't get passed down to the newer generations. At least, not to all of them.
There were a few who still remembered, and waited. The old Shaman was one of the believers, but one day he walked into the mountains and was never seen again. Everyone thought he had gone away to die.
The band dwindled after that. They had a chief who was strong, but the young people left, especially those who lived in the isolated mountain town of West Point, California. There was nothing there for them.
Then, one day in 1989, a little Miwok girl disappeared from her front yard on the reservation.
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"Little one," he said as he looked up at Evie. "Tonight I want you to talk to me. I want to hear from your lips who the First People are. I want to hear how much you remember about them from our talks before."
Evie sat in silence, putting her thoughts in order. The Grandfather had told her about the First People, of course, many times. The ancient stories were all about the First People. Ah, but where to begin?
"The First People were here many, many years before our people were created," she finally began. "They were half human. Coyote-man, Badger-woman, Falcon or Wek'-wek were some of them. Many years later, they turned into what their names were. Even the Shower and Hail were First People.
"Our people, the Northern Sierra Miwok, came from Cougar-man and his wives, Grizzly Bear-woman and raccoon-woman.
"Many of them were magic, the greatest being my favorite, Coyote-man."
"Why do you say he's your favorite, little one?" said the Grandfather.
"He led me to you and he watches over me everywhere I go. He laughs with his friends through our camp every night so I can hear him and know I'm safe and, so, go to sleep.
"He tells me things in my head - just little things - like, 'don't climb over that boulder on your right, little one. Brother Rattlesnake is enjoying the sun there and would not like to be disturbed.'
"When I go out gathering Sugar Pine cones and return, I see his tracks covering mine from coming. I know, If I looked later, I would see his tracks over mine returning also."
She stopped speaking and looked into the eyes of the Grandfather, seeing warmth and love there.
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