The Home Of Thunder





Some Indians believe that the Thunder Bird is the agent of storm; that

the flashes of his eyes cause lightning and the flapping of his

cloud-vast wings make thunder. Not so the Passamaquoddies, for they hold

that Katahdin's spirit children are Thunders, and in this way an Indian

found them: He had been seeking game along the Penobscot and for weeks

had not met one of his fellow creatures. On a winter day he came on the

print of a pair of snow-shoes; next morning the tracks appeared in

another part of the forest, and so for many days he found them.



After a time it occurred to him to see where these tracks went to, and he

followed them until they merged with others in a travelled road, ending

at a precipice on the side of Katahdin (Great Mountain).



While lost in wonder that so many tracks should lead nowhere, he was

roused by a footfall, and a maiden stepped from the precipice to the

ledge beside him. Though he said nothing, being in awe of her stateliness

and beauty, she replied in kind words to every unspoken thought and bade

him go with her. He approached the rock with fear, but at a touch from

the woman it became as mist, and they entered it together.



Presently they were in a great cave in the heart of Katahdin, where sat

the spirit of the mountain, who welcomed them and asked the girl if her

brothers had come. I hear them coming, she replied. A blinding flash, a

roar of thunder, and there stepped into the cave two men of giant size

and gravely beautiful faces, hardened at the cheeks and brows to stone.

These, said the girl to the hunter, are my brothers, the Thunder and

the Lightning. My father sends them forth whenever there is wrong to

redress, that those who love us may not be smitten. When you hear

Thunder, know that they are shooting at our enemies.



At the end of that day the hunter returned to his home, and behold, he

had been gone seven years. Another legend says that the stone-faced sons

of the mountain adopted him, and that for seven years he was a roaming

Thunder, but at the end of that time while a storm was raging he was

allowed to fall, unharmed, into his own village.





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