Long-Nosed Monster

A long time ago when only Gitxsan walked the land of Gitanmaaxs, there was a monster that hunted them down and killed and ate them. Many of the Gitxsan warriors had set off to kill the Long-Nosed Monster who walked. They never returned. The Gitxsan lived in fear. They did not set off for their territories, afraid the monster would kill them.

One day a youngest son, whose four brothers had been killed by the Long-Nosed Monster, decided he would avenge their deaths. His mother, father, uncles, aunts, and cousins pleaded with him not to go, but the determined youngest son could not be persuaded to remain safe at home.

The youngest son prepared himself for the hunt. He drank and bathed in devils club tea and also washed himself in it. He slept in the four directions around the fire. He fasted and prayed. The youngest son took a smoking ember from the fire and placed it in his pack. Even as he set off into the forest, a small stream of smoke lingered behind him.

The youngest son journeyed to the lake where the monster lived. The Long-Nosed Monster was not home. The youngest son climbed a pine tree that cast its reflection into the water. He waited. Soon the Long-Nosed Monster returned home. He was in a bad mood. He had not found any Gitxsan to eat. The youngest son cleared his throat and started to sway back and forth on the tree. The Long-Nosed Monster saw the young man’s reflection in the water. He leapt in and started jumping back and forth, trying to catch his evening meal.

Soon the Long-Nosed Monster was wet and exhausted. The youngest son climbed down from the tree, took the smoking ember from his pack, and built a fire. “Come warm yourself,” he said. The Long-Nosed Monster stood near the flames, very pleased with the attention he was receiving. The youngest son put more wood on the fire.

“Come a little closer,” the youngest son coaxed. The Long-Nosed Monster moved a little closer. The youngest son built up the fire until the flames reached the treetops. “Come step even closer,” he urged the Long-Nosed Monster. “After all, you are so cold and wet.” The Long-Nosed Monster stepped right up to the fire and the youngest son pushed him into the raging flames.

From the roar of the fire, the youngest son heard the Long-Nosed Monster bellow, “You think you have killed me, but I will be back. I will haunt the Gitxsan every summer until the end of time.” And from the ashes flew hundred of little Long-Nosed Monsters who fly.

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Before my na’a (grandmother) passed, I was able to find a book that had all of her childhood stories. As her health declined, I would sit next to my na’a and read her these stories. It brought light into her eyes and warmth into my soul. My most emotional and heartfelt memories are with my na’a and to have pleased her ears and heart with these stories was a pleasure. I took the time to memorize these stories and tell them to my baby niece. There are many different versions of this story, this being the most common. Every time I tell this story, I curse my ancestors for creating these tiny monsters. I hope you enjoyed the tale.

http://www.gitxsan.com/

http://www.linguistics.ubc.ca/research/Gitxsan_group

Youngest son looking for his vantage point.

Hello cyber world! My name is Kayla and I am one eighth aboriginal. My band is called Gitxsan. I am apart of the Wolf clan, which in my language is called Lax Gibuu. I also have some Irish and German blood in me, however, I consider myself 100 percent aboriginal. My grandmother, who passed away in April of 2013, raised me in our culture. She taught me the most important lessons in life: never judge, smile even when it hurts, love everyone and everything, and to always have hope for a better day. I carry those lessons with me every day. I firmly believe in living life with no regrets because in order to be happy with who you are today you have to appreciate the struggles and hardships.

Academically speaking, I am in the Interdisciplinary Program here at UBC. My focuses are the social sciences and humanities. I chose this route in education through trial and error, mostly through error unfortunately. Regardless, I could not be more ecstatic with my path! I am working towards becoming an elementary school teacher. I love children; they are always so positive and enduring. They truly are our future! I was fortunate enough to have many amazing and caring teachers who went above and beyond their educational duties to see me succeed. I wish to inspire children to be the best they can be, to give these young minds a nurturing environment where they can feel safe, and to make the horridly boring “curriculum” exciting and fun!

I really am not tech savvy, so this blog is in honour of a class I am taking: English 470A Canadian Studies: Canadian Literary Genres. This course is the study of Canadian literature in a historical context with a focus on the interactions between European and Aboriginal traditions of literature and orature. I am particularly intrigued by the idea of colonization and the history of my people. The only expectation I have for this course is to enrich my understanding of the relationships between the Europeans and Aboriginal cultures in our country.