The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Acorn-Planter, by Jack London This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: The Acorn-Planter A California Forest Play (1916) Author: Jack London Release Date: July 19, 2007 [EBook #22104] Last Updated: December 10, 2012 Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ACORN-PLANTER *** Produced by David Widger THE ACORN-PLANTER A California Forest Play Planned To Be Sung By Efficient Singers Accompanied By A Capable Orchestra By Jack London 1916 Contents ARGUMENT PROLOGUE ACT I. ACT II. EPILOGUE ARGUMENT In the morning of the world, while his tribe makes its camp for the night in a grove, Red Cloud, the first man of men, and the first man of the Nishinam, save in war, sings of the duty of life, which duty is to make life more abundant. The Shaman, or medicine man, sings of foreboding and prophecy. The War Chief, who commands in war, sings that war is the only way to life. This Red Cloud denies, affirming that the way of life is the way of the acorn- planter, and that whoso slays one man slays the planter of many acorns. Red Cloud wins the Shaman and the people to his contention. After the passage of thousands of years, again in the grove appear the Nishinam. In Red Cloud, the War Chief, the Shaman, and the Dew-Woman are repeated the eternal figures of the philosopher, the soldier, the priest, and the woman—types ever realizing themselves afresh in the social adventures of man. Red Cloud recognizes the wrecked explorers as planters and life-makers, and is for treating them with kindness. But the War Chief and the idea of war are dominant The Shaman joins with the war party, and is privy to the massacre of the explorers. A hundred years pass, when, on their seasonal migration, the Nishinam camp for the night in the grove. They still live, and the war formula for life seems vindicated, despite the imminence of the superior life-makers, the whites, who are flooding into California from north, south, east, and west—the English, the Americans, the Spaniards, and the Russians. The massacre by the white men follows, and Red Cloud, dying, recognizes the white men as brother acorn-planters, the possessors of the superior life-formula of which he had always been a protagonist. In the Epilogue, or Apotheosis, occur the celebration of the death of war and the triumph of the acorn-planters. PROLOGUE Time. In the morning of the world. Scene. A forest hillside where great trees stand with wide spaces between. A stream flows from a spring that bursts out of the hillside. It is a place of lush ferns and brakes, also, of thickets of such shrubs as inhabit a redwood forest floor. At the left, in the open level space at the foot of the hillside, extending out of sight among the trees, is visible a portion of a Nishinam Indian camp. It is a temporary camp for the night. Small cooking fires smoulder. Standing about are withe-woven baskets for the carrying of supplies and dunnage. Spears and bows and quivers of arrows lie about. Boys drag in dry branches for firewood. Young women fill gourds with water from the stream and proceed about their camp tasks. A number of older women are pounding acorns in stone mortars with stone pestles. An old man and a Shaman, or priest, look expectantly up the hillside. All wear moccasins and are skin-clad, primitive, in their garmenting. Neither iron nor woven cloth occurs in the weapons and gear. ACT I. Shaman (Looking up hillside.) Red Cloud is late. Old Man (After inspection of hillside.) He has chased the deer far. He is patient. In the chase he is patient like an old man. Shaman His feet are as fleet as the deer's. Old Man (Nodding.) And he is more patient than the deer. Shaman (Assertively, as if inculcating a lesson.) He is a mighty chief. Old Man (Nodding.) His father was a mighty chief. He is like to his father. Shaman (More assertively.) He is his father. It is so spoken. He is his father's father. He is the first man, the first Red Cloud, ever born, and born again, to chiefship of his people. Old Man It is so spoken. Shaman His father was the Coyote. His mother was the Moon. And he was the first man. Old Man (Repeating.) His father was the Coyote. His mother was the Moon. And he was the first man. Shaman He planted the first acorns, and he is very wise. Old Man (Repeating.) He planted the first acorns, and he is very wise. (Cries from the women and a turning of faces. Red Cloud appears among his hunters descending the hillside. All carry spears, and bows and arrows. Some carry rabbits and other small game. Several carry deer) PLAINT OF THE NISHINAM Red Cloud, the meat-bringer! Red Cloud, the acorn-planter! Red Cloud, first man of the Nishinam! Thy people hunger. Far have they fared. Hard has the way been. Day long they sought, High in the mountains, Deep in the pools, Wide 'mong the grasses, In the bushes, and tree-tops, Under the earth and flat stones. Few are the acorns, Past is the time for berries, Fled are the fishes, the prawns and the grasshoppers, Blown far are the grass-seeds, Flown far are the young birds, Old are the roots and withered. Built are the fires for the meat. Laid are the boughs for sleep, Yet thy people cannot sleep. Red Cloud, thy people hunger. Red Cloud (Still descending.) Good hunting! Good hunting! Hunters Good hunting! Good hunting! (Completing the descent, Red Cloud motions to the meat-bearers. They throw down their burdens before the women, who greedily inspect the spoils.) MEAT SONG OF THE NISHINAM Meat that is good to eat, Tender for old teeth, Gristle for young teeth, Big deer and fat deer, Lean meat and fat meat, Haunch-meat and knuckle-bone, Liver and heart. Food for the old men, Life for all men, For women and babes. Easement of hunger-pangs, Sorrow destroying, Laughter provoking, Joy invoking, In the smell of its smoking And its sweet in the mouth. (The younger women take charge of the meat, and the older women resume their acorn-pounding.) (Red Cloud approaches the acorn-pounders and watches them with pleasure. All group about him, the Shaman to the fore, and hang upon his every action, his every utterance.) Red Cloud The heart of the acorn is good? First Old Woman (Nodding.) It is good food. Red Cloud When you have pounded and winnowed and washed away the bitter. Second Old Woman As thou taught'st us, Red Cloud, when the world was very young and thou wast the first man. Red Cloud It is a fat food. It makes life, and life is good. Shaman It was thou, Red Cloud, gathering the acorns and teaching the storing, who gavest life to the Nishinam in the lean years aforetime, when the tribes not of the Nishinam passed like the dew of the morning. (He nods a signal to the Old Man.) Old Man In the famine in the old time, When the old man was a young man, When the heavens ceased from raining, When the grasslands parched and withered, When the fishes left the river, And the wild meat died of sickness, In the tribes that knew not acorns, All their women went dry-breasted, All their younglings chewed the deer-hides, All their old men sighed and perished, And the young men died beside them, Till they died by tribe and totem, And o'er all was death upon them. Yet the Nishinam unvanquished, Did not perish by the famine. Oh, the acorns Red Cloud gave them! Oh, the acorns Red Cloud taught them How to store in willow baskets 'Gainst the time and need of famine! Shaman (Who, throughout the Old Man's recital, has nodded approbation, turning to Red Cloud.) Sing to thy people, Red Cloud, the song of life which is the song of the acorn. Red Cloud (Making ready to begin) And which is the song of woman, O Shaman. Shaman (Hushing the people to listen, solemnly) He sings with his father's lips, and with the lips of his father's fathers to the beginning of time and men. SONG OF THE FIRST MAN Red Cloud I am Red Cloud, The first man of the Nishinam. My father was the Coyote. My mother was the Moon. The Coyote danced with the stars, And wedded the Moon on a mid-summer night The Coyote is very wise, The Moon is very old, Mine is his wisdom, Mine is her age. I am the first man. I am the life-maker and the father of life. I am the fire-bringer. The Nishinam were the first men, And they were without fire, And knew the bite of the frost of bitter nights. The panther stole the fire from the East, The fox stole the fire from the panther, The ground squirrel stole the fire from the fox, And I, Red Cloud, stole the fire from the ground squirrel. I, Red Cloud, stole the fire for the Nishinam, And hid it in the heart of the wood. To this day is the fire there in the heart of the wood. I am the Acorn-Planter. I brought down the acorns from heaven. I planted the short acorns in the valley. I planted the long acorns in the valley. I planted the black-oak acorns that sprout, that sprout! I planted the sho-kum and all the roots of the ground. I planted the oat and the barley, the beaver-tail grass-nut, The tar-weed and crow-foot, rock lettuce and ground lettuce, And I taught the virtue of clover in the season of blossom, The yellow-flowered clover, ball-rolled in its yellow dust. I taught the cooking in baskets by hot stones from the fire, Took the bite from the buckeye and soap-root By ground-roasting and washing in the sweetness of water, And of the manzanita the berry I made into flour, Taught the way of its cooking with hot stones in sand pools, And the way of its eating with the knobbed tail of the deer. Taught I likewise the gathering and storing, The parching and pounding Of the seeds from the grasses and grass-roots; And taught I the planting of seeds in the Nishinam home-camps, In the Nishinam hills and their valleys, In the due times and seasons, To sprout in the spring rains and grow ripe in the sun. Shaman Hail, Red Cloud, the first man! The People Hail, Red Cloud, the first man! Shaman Who showedst us the way of our feet in the world! The People Who showedst us the way of our feet in the world! Shaman Who showedst us the way of our food in the world! The People Who showedst us the way of our food in the world! Shaman Who showedst us the way of our hearts in the world! The People Who showedst us the way of our hearts in the world! Shaman Who gavest us the law of family! The People Who gavest us the law of family! Shaman The law of tribe! The People The law of tribe! Shaman The law of totem! The People The law of totem! Shaman And madest us strong in the world among men! The People And madest us strong in the world among men! Red Cloud Life is good, O Shaman, and I have sung but half its song. Acorns are good. So is woman good. Strength is good. Beauty is good. So is kindness good. Yet are all these things without power except for woman. And by these things woman makes strong men, and strong men make for life, ever for more life. War Chief (With gesture of interruption that causes remonstrance from the Shaman but which Red Cloud acknowledges.) I care not for beauty. I desire strength in battle and wind in the chase that I may kill my enemy and run down my meat. Red Cloud Well spoken, O War Chief. By voices in council we learn our minds, and that, too, is strength. Also, is it kindness. For kindness and strength and beauty are one. The eagle in the high blue of the sky is beautiful. The salmon leaping the white water in the sunlight is beautiful. The young man fastest of foot in the race is beautiful. And because they fly well, and leap well, and run well, are they beautiful. Beauty must beget beauty. The ring-tail cat begets the ring-tail cat, the dove the dove. Never does the dove beget the ring-tail cat. Hearts must be kind. The little turtle is not kind. That is why it is the little turtle. It lays its eggs in the sun-warm sand and forgets its young forever. And the little turtle is forever the Kttle turtle. But we are not little turtles, because we are kind. We do not leave our young to the sun in the sand. Our women keep our young warm under their hearts, and, after, they keep them warm with deer-skin and campfire. Because we are kind we are men and not little turtles, and that is why we eat the little turtle that is not strong because it is not kind. War Chief (Gesturing to be heard.) The Modoc come against us in their strength. Often the Modoc come against us. We cannot be kind to the Modoc. Red Cloud That will come after. Kindness grows. First must we be kind to our own. After, long after, all men will be kind to all men, and all men will be very strong. The strength of the Nishinam is not the strength of its strongest fighter. It is the strength of all the Nishinam added together that makes the Nishinam strong. We talk, you and I, War Chief and First Man, because we are kind one to the other, and thus we add together our wisdom, and all the Nishinam are stronger because we have talked. (A voice is heard singing. Red Cloud holds up his hand for silence.) MATING SONG Dew-Woman In the morning by the river, In the evening at the fire, In the night when all lay sleeping, Torn was I with life's desire. There were stirrings 'neath my heart-beats Of the dreams that came to me; In my ears were whispers, voices, Of the children yet to be. Red Cloud (As Red Cloud sings, Dew-Woman steals from behind a tree and approaches him.) In the morning by the river Saw I first my maid of dew, Daughter of the dew and dawnlight, Of the dawn and honey-dew. She was laughter, she was sunlight, Woman, maid, and mate, and wife; She was sparkle, she was gladness, She was all the song of life. Dew-Woman In the night I built my fire, Fire that maidens foster when In the ripe of mating season Each builds for her man of men. Red Cloud In the night I sought her, proved her, Found her ease, content, and rest, After day of toil and struggle Man's reward on woman's breast. Dew-Woman Came to me my mate and lover; Kind the hands he laid on me; Wooed me gently as a man may, Father of the race to be. Red Cloud Soft her arms about me bound me, First man of the Nishinam, Arms as soft as dew and dawnlight, Daughter of the Nishinam. Red Cloud She was life and she was woman! Dew-Woman He was life and he was man! Red Cloud and Dew-Woman (Arms about each other.) In the dusk-time of our love-night, There beside the marriage fire, Proved we all the sweets of living, In the arms of our desire. War Chief (Angrily.) The councils of men are not the place for women. Red Cloud (Gently.) As men grow kind and wise there will be women in the councils of men. As men grow their women must grow with them if they would continue to be the mothers of men. War Chief It is told of old time that there are women in the councils of the Sim. And is it not told that the Sun Man will destroy us? Red Cloud Then is the Sun Man the stronger; it may be because of his kindness and wiseness, and because of his women. Young Brave Is it told that the women of the Sun are good to the eye, soft to the arm, and a fire in the heart of man? Shaman (Holding up hand solemnly.) It were well, lest the young do not forget, to repeat the old word again. War Chief (Nodding confirmation.) Here, where the tale is told. (Pointing to the spring.) Here, where the water burst from under the heel of the Sun Man mounting into the sky. (War Chief leads the way up the hillside to the spring, and signals to the Old Man to begin) Old Man When the world was in the making, Here within the mighty forest, Came the Sun Man every morning. White and shining was the Sun Man, Blue his eyes were as the sky-blue, Bright his hair was as dry grass is, Warm his eyes were as the sun is, Fruit and flower were in his glances; All he looked on grew and sprouted, As these trees we see about us, Mightiest trees in all the forest, For the Sun Man looked upon them. Where his glance fell grasses seeded, Where his feet fell sprang upstarting— Buckeye woods and hazel thickets, Berry bushes, manzanita, Till his pathway was a garden, Flowing after like a river, Laughing into bud and blossom. There was never frost nor famine And the Nishinam were happy, Singing, dancing through the seasons, Never cold and never hungered, When the Sun Man lived among us. But the foxes mean and cunning, Hating Nishinam and all men, Laid their snares within this forest, Caught the Sun Man in the morning, With their ropes of sinew caught him, Bound him down to steal his wisdom And become themselves bright Sun Men, Warm of glance and fruitful-footed, Masters of the frost and famine. Swiftly the Coyote running Came to aid the fallen Sun Man, Swiftly killed the cunning foxes, Swiftly cut the ropes of sinew, Swiftly the Coyote freed him. But the Sun Man in his anger, Lightning flashing, thunder-throwing, Loosed the frost and fanged the famine, Thorned the bushes, pinched the berries, Put the bitter in the buckeye, Rocked the mountains to their summits, Flung the hills into the valleys, Sank the lakes and shoaled the rivers, Poured the fresh sea in the salt sea, Stamped his foot here in the forest, Where the water burst from under Heel that raised him into heaven— Angry with the world forever Rose the Sun Man into heaven. Shaman (Solemnly.) I am the Shaman. I know what has gone before and what will come after. I have passed down through the gateway of death and talked with the dead. My eyes have looked upon the unseen things. My ears have heard the unspoken words. And now I shall tell you of the Sun Man in the days to come. (Shaman stiffens suddenly with hideous facial distortions, with inturned eye-balls and loosened jaw. He waves his arms about, writhes and twists in torment, as if in epilepsy.) (The Women break into a wailing, inarticulate chant, swaying their bodies to the accent. The men join them somewhat reluctantly, all save Red Cloud, who betrays vexation, and War Chief, who betrays truculence.) (Shaman, leading the rising frenzy, with convulsive shiverings and tremblings tears of his skin garments so that he is quite naked save for a girdle of eagle-claws about his thighs. His long black hair flies about his face. With an abruptness that is startling, he ceases all movement and stands erect, rigid. This is greeted with a low moaning that slowly dies away.) CHANT OF PROPHECY Shaman The Sun never grows cold. The Sun Man is like the Sun. His anger never grows cold. The Sun Man will return. The Sun Man will come back from the Sun. People The Sun Man will return. The Sun Man will come back from the Sun. Shaman There is a sign. As the water burst forth when he rose into the sky, So will the water cease to flow when he returns from the sky. The Sun Man is mighty. In his eyes is blue fire. In his hands he bears the thunder. The lightnings are in his hair. People In his hands he bears the thunder. The lightnings are in his hair. Shaman There is a sign. The Sun Man is white. His skin is white like the sun. His hair is bright like the sunlight.' His eyes are blue like the sky. People There is a sign. The Sun Man is white. Shaman The Sun Man is mighty. He is the enemy of the Nishinam. He will destroy the Nishinam. People He is the enemy of the Nishinam. He will destroy the Nishinam. Shaman There is a sign. The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand. People There is a sign. The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand. Shaman In the day the Sun Man comes The water from the spring will no longer flow. And in that day he will destroy the Nishinam. With the thunder will he destroy the Nishinam. The Nishinam will be like last year's grasses. The Nishinam will be like the smoke of last year's campfires. The Nishinam will be less than the dreams that trouble the sleeper. The Nishinam will be like the days no man remembers. I am the Shaman. I have spoken. (The People set up a sad wailing.) War Chief (Striking his chest with his fist.) Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! (The People cease from their wailing and look to the War Chief with hopeful expectancy.) War Chief I am the War Chief. In war I command. Nor the Shaman nor Red Cloud may say me nay when in war I command. Let the Sun Man come back. I am not afraid. If the foxes snared him with ropes, then can I slay him with spear- thrust and war-club. I am the War Chief. In war I command. (The People greet War Chief's pronouncement with warlike cries of approval.) Red Cloud The foxes are cunning. If they snared the Sun Man With ropes of sinew, then let us be cunning And snare him with ropes of kindness. In kindness, O War Chief, is strength, much strength. Shaman Red Cloud speaks true. In kindness is strength. War Chief I am the War Chief. Shaman You cannot slay the Sun Man. War Chief I am the War Chief. Shaman The Sun Man fights with the thunder in his hand. War Chief I am the War Chief. Red Cloud (As he speaks the People are visibly wan by his argument.) You speak true, O War Chief. In war you command. You are strong, most strong. You have slain the Modoc. You have slain the Napa. You have slain the Clam-Eaters of the big water till the last one is not. Yet you have not slain all the foxes. The foxes cannot fight, yet are they stronger than you because you cannot slay them. The foxes are foxes, but we are men. When the Sun Man comes we will not be cunning like the foxes. We will be kind. Kindness and love will we give to the Sun Man, so that he will be our friend. Then will he melt the frost, pull the teeth of famine, give us back our rivers of deep water, our lakes of sweet water, take the bitter from the buckeye, and in all ways make the world the good world it was before he left us. People Hail, Red Cloud, the first man! Hail, Red Cloud, the Acorn-Planter! Who showed us the way of our feet in the world! Who showed us the way of our food in the world! Who showed us the way of our hearts in the world! Who gave us the law of family, The law of tribe, The law of totem, And made us strong in the world among men! (While the People sing the hillside slowly grows dark.) ACT I (Ten thousand years have passed, and it is the time of the early voyaging from Europe to the waters of the Pacific, when the deserted hillside is again revealed as the moon rises. The stream no longer flows from the spring. Since the grove is used only as a camp for the night when the Nishinam are on their seasonal migration there are no signs of previous camps.) (Enter from right, at end of day's march, women, old men, and Shaman, the women bending under their burdens of camp gear and dunnage) (Enter from left youths carrying fish-spears and large fish) (Appear, coming down the hillside, Red Cloud and the hunters, many carrying meat.) (The various repeated characters, despite differences of skin garmenting and decoration, resemble their prototypes of the prologue.) Red Cloud Good hunting! Good hunting! Hunters Good hunting! Good hunting! Youths Good fishing! Good fishing! Women Good berries! Good acorns! (The women and youths and hunters, as they reach the campsite, begin throwing down their burdens) Dew-Woman (Discovering the dry spring.) The water no longer flows! Shaman (Stilling the excitement that is immediate on the discovery.) The word of old time that has come down to us from all the Shamans who have gone before! The Sun Man has come back from the Sun. Dew-Woman (Looking to Red Cloud.) Let Red Cloud speak. Since the morning of the world has Red Cloud ever been reborn with the ancient wisdom to guide us. War Chief Save in war. In war I command. (He picks out hunters by name.) Deer Foot... Elk Man... Antelope. Run through the forest, climb the hill-tops, seek down the valleys, for aught you may find of this Sun Man. (At a wave of the War Chief's hand the three hunters depart in different directions.) Dew-Woman Let Red Cloud speak his mind. Red Cloud (Quietly) Last night the earth shook and there was a roaring in the air. Often have I seen, when the earth shakes and there is a roaring, that springs in some places dry up, and that in other places where were no springs, springs burst forth. Shaman There is a sign. The Shamans told it of old. The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand. People There is a sign. The Sun Man will bear the thunder in his hand. Shaman The roaring in the air was the thunder of the Sun Man's return. Now will he destroy the Nishinam. Such is the word. War Chief Hoh! Hoh! (From right Deer Foot runs in.) Deer Foot (Breathless.) They come! He comes! War Chief Who comes? Deer Foot The Sun Men. The Sun Man. He is their chief. He marches before them. And he is white. People There is a sign. The Sun Man is white. Red Cloud Carries he the thunder in his hand? Deer Foot (Puzzled) He looks hungry. War Chief Hoh! Hoh! The Sun Man is hungry. It will be easy to kill a hungry Sun Man. Red Cloud It would be easy to be kind to a hungry Sun Man and give him food. We have much. The hunting has been good. War Chief Better to kill the Sun Man. (He turns upon People, indicating most commands in gestures as he prepares the ambush, making women and boys conceal all the camp outfit and game, and disposing the armed hunters among the ferns and behind trees till all are hidden.) Elk Man and Antelope (Running down hillside) The Sun Man comes. (War Chief sends them to hiding places) War Chief (Preparing himself to hide) You have not hidden, O Red Cloud. Red Cloud (Stepping into shadow of big tree where he remains inconspicuous though dimly visible) I would see this Sun Man and talk with him. (The sound of singing is heard, and War Chief conceals himself) (Sun Man, with handful of followers, singing to ease the tedium of the march, enter from right. They are patently survivors of a wrecked exploring skip, making their way inland) Sun Men We sailed three hundred strong For the far Barbaree; Our voyage has been most long For the far Barbaree; So—it's a long pull, Give a strong pull, For the far Barbaree. We sailed the oceans wide For the coast of Barbaree; And left our ship a sinking On the coast of Barbaree; So—it's a long pull, Give a strong pull, For the far Barbaree. Our ship went fast a-lee On the rocks of Barbaree; That's why we quit the sea On the rocks of Barbaree. So—it's a long pull, Give a strong pull, For the far Barbaree. We quit the bitter seas On the coast of Barbaree; To seek the savag-ees Of the far Barbaree. So—it's a long pull, Give a strong pull, For the far Barbaree. Our feet are lame and sore In the far Barbaree; From treading of the shore Of the far Barbaree. So—it's a long pull, Give a strong pull, For the far Barbaree. A weary brood are we In the far Barbaree; Sea cunies of the sea In the far Barbaree. So—it's a long pull, Give a strong pull, For the far Barbaree. Sun Man (Who alone carries a musket, and who is evidently captain of the wrecked company) No farther can we go this night. Mayhap to-morrow we may find the savages and food. (He glances about.) This far world grows noble trees. We shall sleep as in a temple. First Sea Cuny (Espying Red Cloud, and pointing.) Look, Captain! Sun Man (Making the universal peace-sign, arm raised and out, palm-outward.) Who are you? Speak. We come in peace. We kindness seek. Red Cloud (Advancing out of the shadow.) Whence do you come? Sun Man From the great sea. Red Cloud I do not understand. No one journeys on the great sea. Sun Man We have journeyed many moons. Red Cloud Have you come from the sun? Sun Man God wot! We have journeyed across the sun, high and low in the sky, and over the sun and under the sun the round world 'round. Red Cloud (With conviction.) You come from the Sun. Your hair is like the summer sunburnt grasses. Your eyes are blue. Your skin is white. (With absolute conviction.) You are the Sun Man. Sun Man (With a shrug of shoulders.) Have it so. I come from the Sun. I am the Sun Man. Red Cloud Do you carry the thunder in your hand? Sun Man (Nonplussed for the moment, glances at his musket, then smiles.) Yes, I carry the thunder in my hand. (War Chief and the Hunters leap suddenly from ambush. Sun Man warns Sea Cunies not to resist. War Chief captures and holds Sun Man, and Sea Cunies are similarly captured and held. Women and boys appear, and examine prisoners curiously.) War Chief Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! I have captured the Sun Man! Like the foxes, I have captured the Sun Man!—Deer Foot! Elk Man! The foxes held the Sun Man. I now hold the Sun Man. Then can you hold the Sun Man. (Deer Foot and Elk Man seize the Sun Man.) Red Cloud (To Shaman.) He said he came in kindness. War Chief (Sneering.) In kindness, with the thunder in his hand. Shaman (Deflected to partisanship of War Chief by War Chief's success.) By his own lips has he said it, with the thunder in his hand. War Chief You are the Sun Man. Sun Man (Shrugging shoulders.) My names are many as the stars. Call me White Man. Red Cloud I am Red Cloud, the first man. Sun Man Then am I Adam, the first man and your brother. (Glancing about.) And this is Eden, to look upon it. Red Cloud My father was the Coyote. Sun Man My father was Jehovah. Red Cloud I am the Fire-Bringer. I stole the fire from the ground squirrel and hid it in the heart of the wood. Sun Man Then am I Prometheus, your brother. I stole the fire from heaven and hid it in the heart of the wood. Red Cloud I am the Acorn-Planter. I am the Food- Bringer, the Life-Maker. I make food for more life, ever more life. Sun Man Then am I truly your brother. Life-Maker am I, tilling the soil in the sweat of my brow from the beginning of time, planting all manner of good seeds for the harvest.