Machinitou The Evil Spirit





Chemanitou, being the Master of Life, at one time became the origin of

a spirit that has ever since caused him and all others of his creation

a great deal of disquiet. His birth was owing to an accident. It was

in this wise:--



Metowac, or as the white people now call it, Long Island, was

originally a vast plain, so level and free from any kind of growth

that it looked like a portion of the great sea that had suddenly been

made to move back and let the sand below appear, which was, in fact,

the case.



Here it was that Chemanitou used to come and sit when he wished to

bring any new creation to life. The place being spacious and solitary,

the water upon every side, he had not only room enough, but was free

from interruption.



It is well known that some of these early creations were of very great

size, so that very few could live in the same place, and their

strength made it difficult for even Chemanitou to control them, for

when he has given them certain powers they have the use of the laws

that govern those powers, till it is his will to take them back to

himself. Accordingly it was the custom of Chemanitou, when he wished

to try the effect of these creatures, to set them in motion upon the

island of Metowac, and if they did not please him, he took the life

away from them again. He would set up a mammoth, or other large

animal, in the centre of the island, and build it up with great care,

somewhat in the manner that a cabin or a canoe is made.



Even to this day may be found traces of what had been done here in

former years, and the manner in which the earth sometimes sinks down

shows that this island is nothing more than a great cake of earth, a

sort of platter laid upon the sea for the convenience of Chemanitou,

who used it as a table upon which he might work, never having designed

it for anything else, the margin of the Chatiemac (the stately swan),

or Hudson river, being better adapted to the purposes of habitation.



When the Master of Life wished to build up an elephant or mammoth, he

placed four cakes of clay upon the ground, at proper distances, which

were moulded into shape, and became the feet of the animal.



Now sometimes these were left unfinished, and to this day the green

tussocks to be seen like little islands about the marshes show where

these cakes of clay were placed.



As Chemanitou went on with his work, the Neebanawbaigs (or

water-spirits), the Puck-wud-jinnies (little men who vanish), and,

indeed, all the lesser manitoes, used to come and look on, and wonder

what it would be, and how it would act.



When the animal was completed, and had dried a long time in the sun,

Chemanitou opened a place in the side, and, entering in, remained

there many days.



When he came forth the creature began to shiver and sway from side to

side, in such a manner as shook the whole island for leagues. If its

appearance pleased the Master of Life it was suffered to depart, and

it was generally found that these animals plunged into the open sea

upon the north side of the island, and disappeared in the great

forests beyond.



Now at one time Chemanitou was a very long time building an animal of

such great bulk that it looked like a mountain upon the centre of the

island, and all the manitoes from all parts came to see what it was.

The Puck-wud-jinnies especially made themselves very merry, capering

behind its great ears, sitting within its mouth, each perched upon a

tooth, and running in and out of the sockets of the eyes, thinking

Chemanitou, who was finishing off other parts of the animal, would not

see them.



But he can see right through everything he has made. He was glad to

see the Puck-wud-jinnies so lively, and he bethought him of many new

creations while he watched their motions.



When the Master of Life had completed this large animal, he was

fearful to give it life, and so it was left upon the island, or

work-table of Chemanitou, till its great weight caused it to break

through, and, sinking partly down, it stuck fast, the head and tail

holding it in such a manner as to prevent it slipping further down.



Chemanitou then lifted up a piece of the back, and found it made a

very good cavity, into which the old creations which failed to please

him might be thrown.



He sometimes amused himself by making creatures very small and active,

with which he disported awhile, and finding them of very little use in

the world, and not so attractive as the little vanishers, he would

take out the life, taking it to himself, and then cast them into the

cave made in the body of the unfinished animal.



In this way great quantities of very odd shapes were heaped together

in this Roncomcomon, or Place of Fragments.



He was always careful before casting a thing he had created aside to

take out the life.



One day the Master of Life took two pieces of clay and moulded them

into two large feet, like those of a panther. He did not make

four--there were two only.



He put his own feet into them, and found the tread very light and

springy, so that he might go with great speed and yet make no noise.



Next he built up a pair of very tall legs, in the shape of his own,

and made them walk about a while. He was pleased with the motion. Then

followed a round body covered with large scales, like those of the

alligator.



He now found the figure doubling forward, and he fastened a long

black snake, that was gliding by, to the back part of the body, and

wound the other end round a sapling which grew near, and this held the

body upright, and made a very good tail.



The shoulders were broad and strong, like those of the buffalo, and

covered with hair. The neck thick and short, and full at the back.



Thus far Chemanitou had worked with little thought, but when he came

to the head he thought a long while.



He took a round ball of clay into his lap, and worked it over with

great care. While he thought, he patted the ball of clay upon the top,

which made it very broad and low, for Chemanitou was thinking of the

panther feet and the buffalo neck. He remembered the Puck-wud-jinnies

playing in the eye sockets of the great unfinished animal, and he

bethought him to set the eyes out, like those of a lobster, so that

the animal might see on every side.



He made the forehead broad and full, but low, for here was to be the

wisdom of the forked tongue, like that of the serpent, which should be

in its mouth. It should see all things and know all things. Here

Chemanitou stopped, for he saw that he had never thought of such a

creation before, one with two feet--a creature that should stand

upright, and see upon every side.



The jaws were very strong, with ivory teeth and gills upon either

side, which rose and fell whenever breath passed through them. The

nose was like the beak of the vulture. A tuft of porcupine-quills made

the scalp lock.



Chemanitou held the head out the length of his arm, and turned it

first upon one side and then upon the other. He passed it rapidly

through the air, and saw the gills rise and fall, the lobster eyes

whirl round, and the vulture nose look keen.



Chemanitou became very sad, yet he put the head upon the shoulders. It

was the first time he had made an upright figure. It seemed to be the

first idea of a man.



It was now nearly right. The bats were flying through the air, and the

roar of wild beasts began to be heard. A gusty wind swept in from the

ocean and passed over the island of Metowac, casting the light sand to

and fro. A wavy scud was skimming along the horizon, while higher up

in the sky was a dark thick cloud, upon the verge of which the moon

hung for a moment and was then shut in.



A panther came by and stayed a moment, with one foot raised and bent

inward, while it looked up at the image and smelt the feet that were

like its own.



A vulture swooped down with a great noise of its wings, and made a

dash at the beak, but Chemanitou held it back.



Then came the porcupine, the lizard, and the snake, each drawn by its

kind in the image.



Chemanitou veiled his face for many hours, and the gusty wind swept

by, but he did not stir.



He saw that every beast of the earth seeks its kind, and that which

is like draws its likeness to itself.



The Master of Life thought and thought. The idea grew into his mind

that at some time he would create a creature who should be made, not

after the things of the earth, but after himself.



The being should link this world to the spirit world, being made in

the likeness of the Great Spirit, he should be drawn unto his

likeness.



Many days and nights--whole seasons--passed while Chemanitou thought

upon these things. He saw all things.



Then the Master of Life lifted up his head. The stars were looking

down upon the image, and a bat had alighted upon the forehead,

spreading its great wings upon each side. Chemanitou took the bat and

held out its whole leathery wings (and ever since the bat, when he

rests, lets his body hang down), so that he could try them over the

head of the image. He then took the life of the bat away, and twisted

off the body, by which means the whole thin part fell down over the

head of the image and upon each side, making the ears, and a covering

for the forehead like that of the hooded serpent.



Chemanitou did not cut off the face of the image below, but went on

and made a chin and lips that were firm and round, that they might

shut in the forked tongue and ivory teeth, and he knew that with the

lips the image would smile when life should be given to it.



The image was now complete save for the arms, and Chemanitou saw that

it was necessary it should have hands. He grew more grave.



He had never given hands to any creature. He made the arms and the

hands very beautiful, after the manner of his own.



Chemanitou now took no pleasure in the work he had done. It was not

good in his sight.



He wished he had not given it hands. Might it not, when trusted with

life, create? Might it not thwart the plans of the Master of Life

himself?



He looked long at the image. He saw what it would do when life should

be given it. He knew all things.



He now put fire in the image, but fire is not life.



He put fire within and a red glow passed through and through it. The

fire dried the clay of which the image was made, and gave the image an

exceedingly fierce aspect. It shone through the scales upon the

breast, through the gills, and the bat-winged ears. The lobster eyes

were like a living coal.



Chemanitou opened the side of the image, but he did not enter. He had

given it hands and a chin.



It could smile like the manitoes themselves.



He made it walk all about the island of Metowac, that he might see how

it would act. This he did by means of his will.



He now put a little life into it, but he did not take out the fire.

Chemanitou saw the aspect of the creature would be very terrible, and

yet that it could smile in such a manner that it ceased to be ugly.

He thought much upon these things. He felt that it would not be best

to let such a creature live--a creature made up mostly from the beasts

of the field, but with hands of power, a chin lifting the head upward,

and lips holding all things within themselves.



While he thought upon these things he took the image in his hands and

cast it into the cave. But Chemanitou forgot to take out the life.



The creature lay a long time in the cave and did not stir, for its

fall was very great. It lay amongst the old creations that had been

thrown in there without life.



Now when a long time had passed Chemanitou heard a great noise in the

cave. He looked in and saw the image sitting there, and it was trying

to put together the old broken things that had been cast in as of no

value.



Chemanitou gathered together a vast heap of stones and sand, for large

rocks are not to be had upon the island, and stopped the mouth of the

cave. Many days passed and the noise within the cave grew louder. The

earth shook, and hot smoke came from the ground. The manitoes crowded

to Metowac to see what was the matter.



Chemanitou came also, for he remembered the image he had cast in there

of which he had forgotten to take away the life.



Suddenly there was a great rising of the stones and sand, the sky grew

black with wind and dust. Fire played about on the ground, and water

gushed high into the air.



All the manitoes fled with fear, and the image came forth with a great

noise and most terrible to behold. Its life had grown strong within

it, for the fire had made it very fierce.



Everything fled before it and cried--



"Machinitou! machinitou," which means a god, but an evil god.





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