“ He was rising toward the sky with the great shell of Kĭntyél, and all the wealth of many pueblos in shell-beads and turquoise on his body. Then they screamed wildly to him and called him by all sorts of dear names—father, brother, son—to come down again, but the [208] more they called the higher he rose. When his feet had risen above them they observed that a streak of white lightning passed under his feet like a rope, and hung from a dark cloud that gathered above. It was the gods that were lifting him; for thus, the legends say, the gods lift mortals to the sky. ”
Summary
Navaho Legends, a collection of traditional Navajo oral narratives, explores the complex relationship between human life and the divine through myths, rituals, and ceremonial practices. Centered on figures like Estsánatlehi, Coyote, and the deity Hastséyalti, the text weaves stories of creation, cosmic order, and spiritual change, often involving themes of rites, corn, and the sacred landscapes of mountains and pueblos.
The narratives blend myth with practical elements of Navajo cosmology, such as the role of deities in healing ceremonies and the symbolic importance of the east. By connecting natural phenomena with spiritual interpretations, the legends maintain a cultural framework where the divine and the everyday are deeply intertwined, reflecting the Navajo worldview through vivid storytelling.
Quotes from Navaho Legends ()
“ Some were putting on their plumes; others were painting and adorning themselves. From time to time one of their number would creep cautiously to the top of the hill and peep over; then he would run back and whisper: “There are the enemies. They await us.” The Navaho went to the top of the hill and peered over; but he could see no enemy whatever. He saw only a dry, sandy flat, covered in one place with sunflowers, and in another place with dead weeds; for it was now late in the autumn in the world above. ”
“ In the morning Estsánatlehi found a bare, flat rock and lay on it with her feet to the east, and the rising sun shone upon her. Yolkaí Estsán went down where the dripping waters descended and allowed them to fall upon her. At noon the women met again on the mountain top and Estsánatlehi said to her sister: “It is sad to be so lonesome. How can we make people so that we may have others of our kind to talk to?” ”
