THE WINDS ERASE YOUR FOOTPRINTS
A book by Shiyowin Miller
One of the books that came out of my family was “The Winds Erase Your Footprints,” written by my wife Dolores’ mother, Shiyowin Miller. Shiyowin, who was part Osage, was immersed in Native American culture. I remember visiting her home in Temple City, which seemed like an Indian museum with a full library, drums, pots, and artifacts from all over the country. Shiyowin had been a music and dance teacher, and was a professional dancer. She knew Iron Eyes Cody, and worked with Luther Standing Bear, a Lakota Sioux who wrote “My People the Sioux” and other books. Luther adopted Shiyowin, and let her act as his agent for his various books and other legal matters. It brought the past alive to me when I was able to see and feel the pipes, sandals, robe, and other materials that Standing Bear had given to Shiyowin.
Shiyowin also had many friends from the Navajo lands. In the 1930’s, Shiyowin’s best friend, Juanita, fell in love with a Navajo man, Luciano, who’d been working as an extra in Hollywood. Juanita and Luciano got married, and moved back to Luciano’s Navajo lands in New Mexico. Shiyowin kept in touch with Juanita, and wrote about the experiences that Luciano and Juanita underwent on the reservation, during the Depression when there was so little work.
To write the book, Shiyowin had interviewed her best friend to write this true story of the harsh life in the Navajo lands during the 1930s. It's a wonderfully-told story, written mostly during the 1950s and ‘60s. Shiyowin died in 1983, and when Shiyo’s daughter, Dolores (my wife) showed me the manuscript in the late 1990s, I was amazed at the quality and depth of the story, and could barely believe it had not been published. To me, it was like reading a Tony Hillerman novel, except it was true!
Everyone said that the book accurately depicted life on the Rez during that time, mixed in with some accounts of Navajo witchcraft. With some editing, Dolores and I got the book published in 2002 by Naturegraph Press, which features many Native American titles. If you do an internet search with the book's title, you'll see some of the reviews that have been published about this book.
The story was descriptive, compelling, and
you feel as if you are re-experiencing the harsh winds, the life in the Hogan
making coffee, the search for work, and all the ceremonies and gatherings that
were a part of the Navajo way of life.
The books, which was 335 pages when published, also contained hints and
clues in the backdrop about Navajo witchcraft, and the ma-itso, the wolf clan
which was feared by most.
The freak death of Luciano was generally
attributed to the work of the ma-itso, and Shiyowin gives the clues in bits and
pieces, in the way that Tony Hillerman so masterfully slowly revealed his
mysteries.
The
following excerpts from THE WINDS ERASE YOUR FOOTPRINTS are
Copyright and may not be re-printed
without permission of the publisher.
from
chapter 7: The Sing
And then Shimah was telling him about the
yellow pollen. Juanita could almost follow the story by her mother-in-law's excited
gestures. Shimah's face was strong and tense, no room for gentleness, and her
voice carried a new undertone--like fear. Only her hands seemed natural,
although excited, as she gestured. Strange that Shimah should tell about the
yellow pollen, rather than ask the rider about himself, about news which he was
surely carrying. Of what interest could the yellow pollen be to him?
But he was interested. He leaned forward
as though better to hear her words; his eyes narrowed and his face looked very
grave. He asked many questions. Shimah answered and sometimes Yee-ke-nes-bah.
Through their conversation one word seemed to repeat itself until it began to
echo and re-echo in Juanita's mind: ma-itso . . . ma-itso.
...And then Lorencito began to talk
seriously to Luciano; Juanita heard the work ma-itso repeated
again and again. Shimah sat nodding her
head as her oldest son talked, occasionally adding a word to what he was
saying. Luciano turned to Juanita; his face was marked with gravity as was his
older
brother's. "Lorencito says that it is
not safe to keep this from you any longer; I should tell you now."
Juanita waited. Her mouth and throat felt
suddenly dry. She could not have spoken. Her thoughts
raced: this is in some way connected,
ma-itso and yellow pollen. Perhaps it's all connected, all of the puzzling and
unexplained things that have happened. And somehow, the looks on their faces,
Shimah's and Lu's, Yee-ke-nes-bah's and Lorencito's, are a little bit
frightening.
"Before we came here," her
husband began, "when I tried to tell you about everything which might seem
strange to you, I didn't tell you about ma-itso--the wolf clan. One reason, it
no longer seemed as believable to me as it once had; perhaps all the years in
school did that; anyhow, in Hollywood I seldom thought of it. When we came
here, my mother told me the wolf clan was still strong in Cañoncito. I didn't
tell you then because I could see no reason why they would try to harm us. But
to be sure you were safe, my mother and sisters watched you every minute.
"There were times when I almost told
you, those times when you were upset about things you didn't understand. And
yet I hated to frighten you needlessly. Already there was so much for you to
worry about. It seemed better to wait until I had a job, until we were living
in town and then tell you. "But now two things have happened which make me
sure the ma-itso is for some reason after us. I found yellow pollen in an X
mark on my hat brim, and today my mother found pollen on our clothes. That is
their warning. Lorencito thinks you will be safer if you know about this evil
thing." A hundred questions
sprang to Juanita's lips, but her husband went on talking, interrupted now and
then by Lorencito or his mother.
"The wolf clan is as old as the
Navajo tribe. From the beginning some men turned certain powers, which should
have been used for good, toward evil things. Corn pollen, used for blessing, is
used by the ma-itso as a warning to a person marked for death. And death does not
come in a usual manner; it comes in a round-about way which cannot be easily
traced. The victim sickens suddenly; sometimes his mind leaves him. No Medicine
Man can cure him. Sometimes the victim meets with a mysterious and fatal
accident.
from
chapter 13: Wolf Tracks
Juanita had hung up two diapers when she
became suddenly aware of something across the arroyo. When she looked carefully
nothing seemed unusual; in the dim light she could see the sharp banks of the
arroyo, the clumps of juniper in dark patches on the other side. Then
gradually, two of the dark juniper patches began to take on the indistinct
forms of dogs sitting on their haunches.
That was what imagination would do for
you. She even thought now that she could see the large
pointed ears. Juanita smiled to herself.
This must be what Lu had seen, the queer-shaped juniper
bushes. They looked surprisingly like
coyotes, only larger. The likeness had even startled her for a
moment and her mind had certainly not been
on wolves or wolf tracks. She pulled her eyes away and began resolutely to hang
up more diapers.
A sudden movement, one dark figure
detaching itself from the other and moving farther down the arroyo, a third
form appearing almost directly across from her on the opposite bank. Juanita
stood absolutely still. There was no sound except the flapping of the clothes
on the line.
When Juanita reached the kitchen door, she
called to her husband to bring the shotgun. "Those
figures that you saw are out there
again." This couldn't be her voice, tight and choked.
Two of the dark forms were loping off down
the arroyo when Luciano reached the bank, but the
third sat directly across from him like a
very large coyote on its haunches. Luciano raised his gun and fired directly at
it. The animal seemed to gather itself into a ball and plunge down the bank of
the arroyo--across the wide, sandy bed.
"Lu! Watch out! It's coming for
you."
He raised the gun to fire again ...
from
chapter 20: The Wolf Hunt
"What do you know about this wolf
hunt?" Juanita finally asked.
"Something has been stealing lambs
this spring; the dogs bark but when the men get out to the sheep corral there's
nothing around." Alice paused to consult Pah-des-bah.
Now that she thought of it, Ginger and Bob
had been restless for a few nights. The dogs had
awakened them once, howling, and Luciano
had gone outside to look around.
"There's nothing out there," he
had said upon returning. "Bob must have started baying at the moon and now
Ginger's doing it."
Alice began to cut potatoes into chunks;
they fell plop, plop, plop into the pan. "Richard Platero
heard something around his corral last
night and took his rifle with him when he left the hoghan. He saw what he
thought at first was a shadow. When it moved he fired at it. It got away. He
couldn't trail it last night so he started out early this morning. The tracks
were wolf tracks. When he met Pah-des-bah's husband, they talked about it and
decided to get some of the other men to go with them."
Juanita cut the stew meat into small
pieces and dropped them into the boiling water of the stew kettle. Coyotes ran
near Cañoncito. Early mornings she had heard the weird yelping cries of coyotes
from the direction of Apache Wash. They could have been stealing lambs. ...
Alice listened for a moment. "They've
been following the wolf tracks, and the trail doubled back
several times but always went ahead again.
Then they lost it on a ledge of rock on one of the mesas." She pointed
north with her lips. "One of the men found a spot of blood below the
ledge."
Alice paused to listen again, and then the
women began to talk in low voices and move away from the doorway as the men
separated and went back to their horses.
"The men said the nearest hoghan was
Wounded Head's on that same mesa. They rode up there to ask him if he had seen
anything or anyone that morning."
Juanita started back to the washing
machine, a frown puckering her forehead.
"Wounded Head's wife met them at the
door of the hoghan; her son stood beside her. The men could not see past them.
She would not let them in. She said her husband was very sick. A horse had
kicked him."
Excitement spread through the whole
community. Some of the men began to carry guns--rifles across their saddles or
old revolvers in their belts. The women who gathered in the day school kitchen
or sat outside around the back door talked together in low voices. But no one
rode again to Wounded Head's place on the mesa.
A fascinating glimpse of Navajo
life during the depression through the eyes of one woman. The Winds Erase
Your Footprints is available from the store at www.SchoolofSelf-Reliance.com,
or from Amazon.
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