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SWANTON] CHOCTAW SOCIAL AND CEREMONIALi LIFE 205<br />
Finally Oklatabashih sent a dove to see if any dry land could be found. She<br />
soon returned with her beak full of grass, which she had gathered from a<br />
desert island. Oklatabashih to reward her for her discovery mingled a little<br />
salt in her food. Soon after this the waters subsided and the dry laud appeared<br />
; then the inmates of the great boat went forth to repeople another<br />
earth. But the dove, having acquired a taste for salt during her stay in the<br />
boat continued its use by finding it at the salt-licks that then abounded in<br />
many places, to which the cattle and deer also frequently resorted. Every<br />
day after eating, she visited a salt-lick to eat a little salt to aid her digestion,<br />
which in the course of time became habitual and thus was transmitted to her<br />
offspring. In the course of years, she became a grand-mother, and took great<br />
delight in feeding and caring for her grand-children. One day, however, after<br />
having eaten some grass seed, she unfortunately forgot to eat a little salt as<br />
usual. For this neglect, the Great Spirit punished her and her descendants<br />
by forbidding them forever the use of salt. When she returned home that<br />
evening, her grand-children, as usual began to coo for their supply of salt, but<br />
their grand-mother having been forbidden to give them any more, they cooed<br />
in vain. From that day to this, in memory of this lost privilege, the doves<br />
everywhere, on the return of spring, still continue their cooing for salt, which<br />
they will never again be permitted to eat. Such is the ancient tradition of<br />
the Choctaws of the origin of the cooing of doves.<br />
But the fate of the three birds who eluded capture by Oklatabashih, their<br />
tradition states : They flew high in the air at the approach of Oka falama,<br />
and, as the waters rose higher and higher, they also flew higher above the<br />
surging waves. Finally, the waters rose in near proximity to the sky, upon<br />
which they lit as their last hope. Soon, to their great joy and comfort, the<br />
waters ceased to rise, and commenced to recede. But while sitting on the<br />
sky their tails, projecting downward, were continually being drenched by the<br />
dashing spray of the surging waters below, and thus the end of their tail<br />
feathers became forked and notched, and this peculiar shape of the tails of<br />
the biskinik, fltukhak and bakbak has been transmitted to their latest pos-<br />
terity. But the sagacity and skill manifested by these birds in eluding the<br />
grasp of Oklatabashih, so greatly delighted the Great Spirit that he appointed<br />
them to be forever the guardian birds of the red men. Therefore these birds,<br />
and especially the biskinik, often made their appearance in their villages on<br />
the eve of a ball play ; and, whichever one of the three came, it twittered in<br />
happy tones its feelings of joy in anticipation of the near approach of the<br />
Choctaws' favorite game. But in time of war one of these birds always appeared<br />
in the camp of a war party, to give them warning of approaching<br />
danger, by its constant chirping and hurried flitting from place to place around<br />
their camp. In many ways did these birds prove their love for and friendship<br />
to the red man, and he ever cherished them as the loved birds of his race, the<br />
remembered gift of the Great Spirit in the fateful days of the mighty<br />
Oka falama.*"<br />
This second narrative seems to contain a slight trace of missionary<br />
influence but the greater part of it is plainly aboriginal.<br />
Ill<br />
The tradition, as related by wise men of the Nation, about the flood, is as<br />
follows: A long continued night came upon the land, which created no small<br />
s^Cushman, Hist. Inds., pp. 285-287.