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MOONEY X-rnTs] THE SWIMMER MANUSCRIPT Hi An iiic()iTip;iblo joster, a sido-splittinf>; joker, Jiid. is tho most porfect nnthropojnorphizcd trickster you conkl ijiiagiue. Oiieo as i was trying to reconstitute the Cherokee rabbit cycle, and was mobili/Jng all tho available sources of information, Jud. came on one of his numerous visits. Brimful of the interesting subject, I asked him eagerly what ho knew of the rabl)i(,? He concentrated his thoughts on the subject, shifted his weight, looked at tho ceiling, spat on tho floor, and then, as I turned a keen face up from niy notebook, ho drawled: "All I know about tho rabbit is how to eat it." What an enormous asset this jocular disposition may be to flit through life sjiiiling and contented, it is less desired in a ni(>dicine man. Yet, in spite of his stingy wife's protests, and unheeding tho jokes and taunts of the people, Jud. goes about his plans, collecting bits of knowledge and scraps of information wherever he can, buying expensive documents, which ho can neither read nor interpret. When he afterwards calls in tho aid of a medicine man—whom he has to pay—to find out what his latest ac(iuisition is all about, he learns that it is incomplete, that tho "directions" are missing, or that it is worthless on account of some other defect. The whole settlement hears about it and roars, but th(5 loudest peal of laughter comes from Jud. Somehow, ho considers it a capital joke, and he could not for a moment entertain tho idea that the joke is on him. Since Jud. was politely kicked out of the door by all tho members of the profession, I had the questionable privilege of being honored with his visit daily at first, and slightly less frequently afterwards, lie proved second to none as far as keenness to discuss the subject was concerned. Alas, his ignorance was so manifest that tho exchange of ideas proved not profitable. There arc some more medicine men with whom work was done, but they belonged to what may be called an undergraduate class, both as regards professional accomplishments and individuality. Ts. (pi. 8, a), widower, 73 years old, and J. (pi. 11, a), his son (died 1928, 47 years old), wore both very charming individuals, but had a rather narrow conception of things. They looked upon their occupation as a job or* a trade rather than as an art or a profession to dispose of his "fee" (see p. 95 et seq.;also Mooney, SFC, p. 338) was as important and as awkward a problcni for J. as to cure a patient. If the other medicine men were worthy professors, these were mere Sunday-school teachers. Del. (pi. 11, b), 51 3'^ears old, married, could, if he had chosen, have become a bright star in the Cherokee medical (constellation. Only slightly less intelligent than Og., he is even inore retiring and shy than his uncle was. He is a well-providing father for his family, and considers the medicine man's profession too unstable and precarious to support his household. I am inclined to believe, more- ;

MOONEY<br />

X-rnTs] THE SWIMMER MANUSCRIPT Hi<br />

An iiic()iTip;iblo joster, a sido-splittinf>; joker, Jiid. is tho most porfect<br />

nnthropojnorphizcd trickster you conkl ijiiagiue. Oiieo as i was<br />

trying to reconstitute the Cherokee rabbit cycle, and was mobili/Jng<br />

all tho available sources of information, Jud. came on one of his<br />

numerous visits. Brimful of the interesting subject, I asked him<br />

eagerly what ho knew of the rabl)i(,? He concentrated his thoughts<br />

on the subject, shifted his weight, looked at tho ceiling, spat on tho<br />

floor, and then, as I turned a keen face up from niy notebook, ho<br />

drawled: "All I know about tho rabbit is how to eat it."<br />

What an enormous asset this jocular disposition may be to flit<br />

through life sjiiiling and contented, it is less desired in a ni(>dicine<br />

man. Yet, in spite of his stingy wife's protests, and unheeding tho<br />

jokes and taunts of the people, Jud. goes about his plans, collecting<br />

bits of knowledge and scraps of information wherever he can, buying<br />

expensive documents, which ho can neither read nor interpret. When<br />

he afterwards calls in tho aid of a medicine man—whom he has to<br />

pay—to find out what his latest ac(iuisition is all about, he learns<br />

that it is incomplete, that tho "directions" are missing, or that it is<br />

worthless on account of some other defect. The whole settlement<br />

hears about it and roars, but th(5 loudest peal of laughter comes<br />

from Jud. Somehow, ho considers it a capital joke, and he could<br />

not for a moment entertain tho idea that the joke is on him.<br />

Since Jud. was politely kicked out of the door by all tho members<br />

of the profession, I had the questionable privilege of being honored<br />

with his visit daily at first, and slightly less frequently afterwards,<br />

lie proved second to none as far as keenness to discuss the subject<br />

was concerned. Alas, his ignorance was so manifest that tho exchange<br />

of ideas proved not profitable.<br />

There arc some more medicine men with whom work was done, but<br />

they belonged to what may be called an undergraduate class, both<br />

as regards professional accomplishments and individuality.<br />

Ts. (pi. 8, a), widower, 73 years old, and J. (pi. 11, a), his son<br />

(died 1928, 47 years old), wore both very charming individuals, but<br />

had a rather narrow conception of things. They looked upon their<br />

occupation as a job or* a trade rather than as an art or a profession<br />

to dispose of his "fee" (see p. 95 et seq.;also Mooney, SFC, p. 338)<br />

was as important and as awkward a problcni for J. as to cure a patient.<br />

If the other medicine men were worthy professors, these were mere<br />

Sunday-school teachers.<br />

Del. (pi. 11, b), 51 3'^ears old, married, could, if he had chosen,<br />

have become a bright star in the Cherokee medical (constellation.<br />

Only slightly less intelligent than Og., he is even inore retiring and<br />

shy than his uncle was. He is a well-providing father for his family,<br />

and considers the medicine man's profession too unstable and precarious<br />

to support his household. I am inclined to believe, more-<br />

;

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