Native American Legends

The Red Fern

I have heard the old indian legend about the red fern.
How a little indian boy and a little indian girl were lost in a blizzard they never found there way home and froze to death.
In the spring, when they were found, a beautiful red fern had grown up between there two bodies.
The legend goes on to say that only a angel could plant the seed of a red fern, and that they never died;
Where A Red Fern Grew, The Spot Was Then Sacred.

Story used from the book "Where The Red Fern Grows" by Wilson Rawls

The Legend of the Dreamcatcher

A spider was quietly spinning his web in his own space. It was beside the sleeping space of Nokomis, the grandmother.

Each day, Nokomis watched the spider at work, quietly spinning away. One day as she was watching him, her grandson came in. "Nokomis-iya!" he shouted, glancing at the spider. He stomped over to the spider, picked up a shoe and went to hit it.

"No-keegwa," the old lady whispered, "don't hurt him."

"Nokomis, why do you protect the spider?" asked the little boy.

The old lady smiled, but did not answer. When the boy left, the spider went to the old woman and thanked her for saving his life. He said to her, "For many days you have watched me spin and weave my web. You have admired my work. In return for saving my life, I will give you a gift." He smiled his special spider smile and moved away, spinning as he went. Soon the moon glistened on a magical silvery web moving gently in the window. "See how I spin?" he said. "See and learn, for each web will snare bad dreams. Only good dreams will go through the small hole. This is my gift to you. Use it so that only good dreams will be remembered. The bad dreams will become hopelessly entangled in the web."

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