The Origin of the Winds

Long ago, when the world was still quite new, there were no winds at all, neither the gentle breeze of summer nor the fierce winter gale. Everything was perfectly still. Nothing disturbed the marsh grass on the shore and, when snow fell, it fell straight to earth instead of blowing and swirling into drifts as it does now. At that time, in a village near the mouth of the Yukon River, there lived a couple who had no children. This made them very sad. Often the woman would sigh and say, ‘How happy we would be if only we had a child!’ Her husband would sigh too and answer, ‘Yes if we had a son, I would teach him to stalk bears and seals over the ice-floes and to make traps and snares. What will become of us in our old age with no one to provide for us? […] Read More