Tsimshian

ONE day Raven put on the shaman’s blanket of his grandfather. Then he went away; he strayed off. He was very poor and he tore his dancing blanket. Then he caught ravens. He used anything to kill the ravens. Then he took the skins of the ravens and tied them together. Then he walked about in them, dressed very well.

Now he saw a good shaman’s blanket like the one he had before. He tore his raven’s blanket. He took the dancing blanket that hung before him. Behold! it was not a shaman’s blanket. It was only the lichens on a tree. Now he saw it was only lichens. He sat down and wept. He took his old raven’s blanket and tied it together. Then once more he went on, weeping with hunger.