Native American Legends
Who was given the Fire
A Cowichan Legend
Our fathers tell us that very long ago our people did not know
the use of fire. They had no need for fire to warm themselves, because
they lived in a warm country. They ate their meats raw or dried
by the sun. But after a while their climate grew colder. They had
to build houses for shelter, and they wished for something to warm
One time when a number of them were seated eating an animal they
had just found in one of their pits, a pretty bird came and fluttered
above their heads. It seemed to be either watching them or looking
for a share in the meat. Seeing the bird flying about, some people
tried to kill it. Others, more kind, said, "Little bird, what
do you want?"
"I know your needs," the bird replied, "and I have
come to you, bringing the blessings of fire."
"What is fire?" asked all of them.
"Do you see that little flame on my tail?" asked the
"Yes," all answered.
"Well, that is fire. Today each of you must gather a small
bunch of pitch wood. With it you can get fire from the flame on
my tail tomorrow morning I will come here early. Every one of you
will meet me here, bringing your pitch wood with you,"
Early next morning all arrived at the chosen place, where the bird
was awaiting their coming.
"Have you brought your pitch wood?" asked the bird.
'Yes," replied all of the people.
Well, then," said the bird, "I am ready. But before I
go, let me tell you the rules. None of you can obtain my fire unless
you obey the rules. You must be persevering, and you must do good
deeds. You must strive for the fire, in order that you may think
more of it. And none need to expect to get it who has not done some
"Whoever comes up with me," continued the bird, "and
puts his pitch wood on my tail, he will have the fire. Are you all
"Yes," replied everyone.
Away flew the bird, followed by all the people, young and old,
men and women and children. Helter-skelter they ran, over rocks
and fallen timber, through swamp and stream, over prairies and through
forests. Some of them got hurt. Others peeled their shins as they
fell off the rocks and stumbled over the logs. Many people splashed
through mud and water. Others were badly scratched and had their
clothes torn among the bushes. Many turned and went home, saying,
"Anything so full of danger is not worth trying for."
Other people became so weary they gave up. But the bird kept on.
At last a man came up to it, saying, "Pretty bird, give me
your fire. I have kept up with you, and I have never done anything
"That may be true," replied the bird. "But you cannot
have my fire because you are too selfish. You care for nobody as
long as you yourself are right."
So away flew the bird.
After a while another man came up, saying, "Pretty bird, give
me your fire. I have always been good and kind."
"Perhaps you have been," answered the bird. "But
you cannot have my fire because you stole your neighbors' wife."
So the bird flew away again. By this time few people followed it,
most of them having given up the chase.
At last the bird came to where a woman was taking care of a poor,
sick old man. It flew straight to her and said, "Bring your
pitch wood here and get the fire."
"Oh, no," said the woman. "I cannot do so because
I have done nothing to deserve it. What I am doing is only my duty"
"Take the fire," said the bird. "You are welcome
to it. It is yours, for you are always doing good and thinking it
only your duty. Take the fire and share it with the other people."
So the woman put her pitch wood on the bird's tail and got the
fire. Then she gave some to all the others, and people have never
since been without it Fire has cooked their food and warmed their
lodges. That is how, in the long, long ago, the Cowichan first got
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