The Simpleton's Wisdom
Story Of Pretty Feathered Forehead
The Story Of The Pet Crane
The Story Of The Pet Crow
The Four Brothers Or Inyanhoksila Stone Boy
Story Of The Rabbits
The Wasna Pemmican Man And The Unktomi Spider
The Little Mice
A Little Brave And The Medicine Woman
The Quapaw Or Kwapa
The Waqpe-tonwan Or Wahpeton
The Ni-u'-t'a-tci Or Missouri
10 _sara (extinct)_
Random Sioux Myths
The Titonwan Or Teton
The Kanze Or Kansa
The Artichoke And The Muskrat
On the shore of a lake stood an artichoke with its green leaves waving
in the sun. Very proud of itself it was, and well satisfied with the
world. In the lake below lived a muskrat in his tepee, and in the
evening as the sun set he would come out upon the shore and wander over
the bank. One evening he came near the place where the artichoke stood.
"Ho, friend," he said, "you seem rather proud of yourself. Who are you?"
"I am the artichoke," answered the other, "and I have many handsome
cousins. But who are you?"
"I am the muskrat, and I, too, belong to a large family. I live in the
water. I don't stand all day in one place like a stone."
"If I stand in one place all day," retorted the artichoke, "at least I
don't swim around in stagnant water, and build my lodge in the mud."
"You are jealous of my fine fur," sneered the muskrat. "I may build
my lodge in the mud, but I always have a clean coat. But you are half
buried in the ground, and when men dig you up, you are never clean."
"And your fine coat always smells of musk," jeered the artichoke.
"That is true," said the muskrat. "But men think well of me,
nevertheless. They trap me for the fine sinew in my tail; and handsome
young women bite off my tail with their white teeth and make it into
"That's nothing," laughed the artichoke. "Handsome young warriors,
painted and splendid with feathers, dig me up, brush me off with their
shapely hands and eat me without even taking the trouble to wash me
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