FOREWORD
"We also have a religion which was given to our forefathers, and has
been handed down to us their children. It teaches us to be thankful, to be
united, and to love one another! We never quarrel about religion."
Thus spoke the great Seneca orator, Red Jacket, in his superb reply to
Missionary Cram more than a century ago, and I have often heard the
same thought expressed by my countrymen.
I have attempted to paint the religious life of the typical American
Indian as it was before he knew the white man. I have long wished to do
this, because I cannot find that it has ever been seriously, adequately, and
sincerely done. The religion of the Indian is the last thing about him that
the man of another race will ever understand.
First, the Indian does not speak of these deep matters so long as he
believes in them, and when he has ceased to believe he speaks
inaccurately and slightingly.
Second, even if he can be induced to speak, the racial and religious
prejudice of the other stands in the way of his sympathetic comprehension.
Third, practically all existing studies on this subject have been made
during the transition period, when the original beliefs and philosophy of
the native American were already undergoing rapid disintegration.
There are to be found here and there superficial accounts of strange
customs and ceremonies, of which the symbolism or inner meaning was
largely hidden from the observer; and there has been a great deal of
material collected in recent years which is without value because it is
modern and hybrid, inextricably mixed with Biblical legend and
Caucasian philosophy. Some of it has even been invented for
commercial purposes. Give a reservation Indian a present, and he will
possibly provide you with sacred songs, a mythology, and folk-lore to
order!