THE TERRAPIN’S ESCAPE FROM THE WOLVES

THE TERRAPIN’S ESCAPE FROM THE WOLVES

The Possum and the Terrapin went out together to hunt persimmons, and found a
tree full of ripe fruit. The Possum climbed it and was throwing down the
persimmons to the Terrapin when a wolf came up and began to snap at the
persimmons as they fell, before the Terrapin could reach them. The Possum
waited his chance, and at last managed to throw down a large one (some say a
bone which he carried with him), so that it lodged in the wolf’s throat as he
jumped up at it and choked him to death. “I’ll take his ears for hominy spoons,”
said the Terrapin, and cut off the wolf’s ears and started home with them,
leaving the Possum still eating persimmons up in the tree. After a while he came
to a house and was invited to have some kanahe′na gruel from the jar that is set
always outside the door. He sat down beside the jar and dipped up the gruel with
one of the wolf’s ears for a spoon. The people noticed and wondered. When he
was satisfied he went on, but soon came to another house and was asked to have
some more kanahe′na. He dipped it up again with the wolf’s ear and went on
when he had enough. Soon the news went around that the Terrapin had killed the
Wolf and was using his ears for spoons. All the Wolves got together and
followed the Terrapin’s trail until they came up with him and made him prisoner.
Then they held a council to decide what to do with him, and agreed to boil him
in a clay pot. They brought in a pot, but the Terrapin only laughed at it and said
that if they put him into that thing he would kick it all to pieces. They said they
would burn him in the fire, but the Terrapin laughed again and said he would put
it out. Then they decided to throw him into the deepest hole in the river and
drown him. The Terrapin begged and prayed them not to do that, but they paid
no attention, and dragged him over to the river and threw him in. That was just
what the Terrapin had been waiting for all the time, and he dived under the water
and came up on the other side and got away.
Some say that when he was thrown into the river he struck against a rock, which
broke his back in a dozen places. He sang a medicine song:
Gû′daye′wû, Gû′daye′wû,
I have sewed myself together, I have sewed myself together,
and the pieces came together, but the scars remain on his shell to this day.

 

Source:
Myths of the Cherokee, James Mooney