Title: God's drum
And other cycles from Indian lore
Author: Hartley Burr Alexander
Illustrator: Anders John Haugseth
Release date: December 13, 2025 [eBook #77455]
Language: English
Original publication: New York: E. P. Dutton & Company, 1927
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GOD’S DRUM
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By the Same Author
MANITO MASKS
E. P. Dutton & Company
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GOD’S DRUM
And Other Cycles From Indian Lore
Poems by
HARTLEY ALEXANDER
Illustrations by
ANDERS JOHN HAUGSETH
NEW YORK
E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY
681 Fifth Avenue
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Copyright, 1927
By E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY
All rights reserved
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
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The art of the Pueblo Indians is so intimately woven into the pattern and fabric of their lives that it can hardly be called an art. It is never merely ornamental, and therefore dispensable; it is the intrinsic and indispensable mode of performing the essential acts of living, and its technique is an immediate reflection of the conditions of life. The forms which adorn the painted olla are those cloud, vegetation, and life forms which are spontaneously associated with the thought of water—a thought which is ever-present among these agriculturists in an arid country. The beads which trick out festal costumes are talismans, emblematic in the very nature of their materials and hues; and the colors which are ceremonially significant are the colors which Nature makes so varied and vivid in the soil and sky and vegetation of the Southwest. Dances themselves are as much in the character of agricultural operations and political duties as of festal holidays; and the Powers and Forces which to us are superstitions or personifications are for them normal presences. We speak of art and symbolism in connection with their modes of aesthetic expression because these are the terms with(104) which we most nearly describe them; but it is always important in interpreting such an art to bear in mind that it has little in common, spiritually, with what in our own culture is analogous to it.
Earth’s Terraced Bowl is an interpretation of the imagery of this Pueblo art-in-life. Its purpose is to aid in our comprehension of a beautiful and ancient culture, setting the coloristic and symbolic elements into relationship with the life which they express. The site described is the plateau above the Rio Grande, at the foot of the Sangre de Cristo range, where Santa Fé is built over the ruins of an ancient pueblo, and in its modern development is bringing into new expression the art and architecture of the ancient peoples. The images chosen are, first, the Pueblo woman potter, fashioning her ceremonial bowl, of which the terraced rim is emblem of the cloud-terraces that rise above the mountains in ever-changing variety; second, the man drilling emblematic beads of shell and turquoise, of jet and abalone, such as these Indians have used from beyond the dawn of history; third, the great mid-summer dance, now devoted to the mystery of the union of heaven and earth as it appears in vegetation and in the life which is dependent upon vegetation; and fourth, the festivals of fertility and of harvest, which complete, as it were, the definition of the life of man in this simple setting.
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Four are the terraced Mountains that uphold the Heaven in that Land and Four are the Colors that pattern the Life of Man.
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There the Indian Woman adorneth her potter’s work with symbols of the life that falleth from Heaven and of the life of Earth that ariseth responsive thereto.
And this is her Song of the Beautiful Sky and of the Spirit Mother whose abode is in the Pool of Heaven.
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There the Indian Man maketh him beads that are symbols of Earth’s Quarters and of the Place of Man’s Life, central in the World.
The four colors of the Wheel of Day and the four colors of the Circle of the Earth unite in the Middle Place, this is the song of the Indian Man, as the winds of his mind are singing it.
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There, also, the tribes of the Red Men dance the images of man’s life: the Fertilization of the Fields, they dance; the upgrowing of the Corn; and the Summer, and the Winter, which are the seasons of life.
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Here followeth the Song of the Color Mixer, who createth the World with the music of his drum, who painteth the Year with his light.
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The Tribes of the Red Men rejoice in their fields, thinking with thankfulness of the Cloud Spirits which have caused the Goodness of Life to descend, and of the Rainbow Woman who hath woven the colors of her body into the several-colored maize, and of the Corn Maidens, with the pollen-hued butterflies at their lips.
The Song of the Rainbow Woman, whose body archeth the Fields of Life, is on the lips of the Harvesters.
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The colors of the World’s Quarters and the colors of the Year are united in the Land itself, to paint the walks of Man’s Life with beauty.
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(A Pueblo Cycle)
The Chief Singer remembereth the Powers of Life:
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The Warriors of Light issue from Sipapú:
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The Earth is like a great drum beneath their feet:
The Corn Maidens are greeted with choric song:
The Flute Musician summoneth to cool slumber:
The Morning Star summoneth the Corn Maidens:
The Corn Maidens linger in the Place of Mist and Dew:
Sun’s Gleam parteth the mists and revealeth the Rainbow Woman:
The Choir watcheth with eagerness:
The Rainbow Woman approacheth the Zenith:
The Choir chanteth the beauty of the World:
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August 4, Pueblo of Santo Domingo
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In 1838 the dozen or so of Indians, who comprised at that time the fading population of Pecos, abandoned their ancient pueblo and took refuge with their kinfolk of Jemez from the unceasing Comanche raids, which for more than a century had been diminishing the tribe. This closed a period of continuous occupation estimated by archaeologists at more than fifteen hundred years, during which the pueblo had become the most powerful in the Rio Grande region. A veritable fortress on its final site,—for it had been removed to the mesa top from an earlier location across the arroyo,—it is believed that Pecos had been founded as a result of the growing attacks of the wild tribes of the Plains and Desert upon the scattered farming communities of the fertile valleys and uplands of the vicinity. For many centuries and through many shifts of the local culture (by no means primitive when Pecos was founded) the community grew in strength—an eastern outpost of the Pueblo civilization. When in 1540 Coronado entered New Mexico in quest of the “seven cities of Cibola,” the people of Cicuyé (a Tewa name by which Pecos became known to the Spaniards) sent a delegation with presents, offering their friendship. Hernando de Alvarado was despatched to the town, where, says the chronicler Castañeda, “the people came out with(174) signs of joy, and brought them into the town with drums and pipes and something like flutes, of which they had a great many; they made many presents of cloth and turquoises, of which there are quantities in that region; and the Spaniards enjoyed themselves for several days.” Of the village Castañeda says: “The houses are all alike, four stories high. One can go over the top of the whole village without there being a street to hinder. There are corridors going all around it at the first two stories, by which one can go around the whole village.... The people of this village boast that no one has been able to conquer them and that they can conquer whatever villages they wish.” It was at Pecos that the Spaniards found the Plains Indian “El Turco,” who told of the wonderful Quivera and lured them on into the expedition toward the Missouri River. When finally Coronado returned to Mexico, Friar Luis, a lay brother, remained at Pecos, one of the two first missionaries of the region. Castañeda writes: “Nothing more has been heard about him; but before the army left Tiguex some men who went to take him a number of sheep met him as he was on his way to visit some other villages.... He felt very hopeful that he was liked at the village [Pecos] and that his teaching would bear fruit, although he complained that the old men were falling away from him. I, for my part, believe that they finally killed him.” Later the Franciscans built at Pecos one of their largest establishments, now a massive ruin.
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