Why The Hoofs Of The Deer Are Split

: The Book Of Nature Myths

The manito of the Indians taught them how to do many things. He told

them how to build wigwams, and how to hunt and to fish. He showed them

how to make jars in which to keep food and water. When little children

came to be with them, it was the manito who said, "See, this is the way

to make soft, warm cradles for the babies."

The good spirit often comes down from his happy home in the sky to watch

the Indi
ns at their work. When each man does as well as he can, the

manito is pleased, but if an Indian is lazy or wicked, the spirit is

angry, and the Indian is always punished in one way or another.

One day when the manito was walking in the forest, he said to himself,

"Everything is good and happy. The green leaves are whispering merrily

together, the waves are lapping on the shore and laughing, the squirrels

are chattering and laying up their food for winter. Everything loves

me, and the colors of the flowers are brighter when I lay my hand upon


Then the manito heard a strange sound. "I have not often heard that,"

said he. "I do not like it. Some one in the forest has wicked thoughts

in his heart."

Beside a great rock he saw a man with a knife.

"What are you doing with the knife?" asked the manito.

"I am throwing it away," answered the man.

"Tell me the truth," said the manito.

"I am sharpening it," replied the man.

"That is strange," said the manito, "You have food in your wigwam. Why

should you sharpen a knife?"

The man could not help telling the truth to the manito, and so he

answered, but greatly against his will, "I am sharpening the knife to

kill the wicked animals."

"Which animal is wicked?" asked the manito. "Which one does you harm?"

"Not one does me harm," said the man, "but I do not like them. I will

make them afraid of me, and I will kill them."

"You are a cruel, wicked man," said the manito. "The animals have done

you no harm, and you do not need them for food. You shall no longer be a

man. You shall be a deer, and be afraid of every man in the forest."

The knife fell from the man's hand and struck his foot. He leaped and

stamped, but the knife only went in deeper. He cried aloud, but his

voice sounded strange. His hands were no longer hands, but feet. Antlers

grew from his head, and his whole body was not that of a man, but that

of a deer. He runs in the forest as he will, but whenever he sees a man,

he is afraid. His hoofs are split because the knife that he had made so

sharp fell upon his foot when he was a man; and whenever he looks at

them, he has to remember that it was his own wickedness which made him a