Ghost Of The White Deer

  

  

Ghost of the White Deer

Chickasaw Tribe



A lore of the Chickasaw People of Oklahoma

A brave, young warrior for the Chickasaw Nation fell in love with the daughter of a chief. The chief did not like the young man, who was called Blue Jay. So the chief invented a price for the bride that he was sure that Blue Jay could not pay.” Bring me the hide of the White Deer, ” said the chief. The Chickasaws believed that animals that were all white were magical. “The price for my daughter is one white deer.” Then the chief laughed. The chief knew that an all white deer, an albino, was very rare and would be very hard to find.

White deerskin was the best material to use in a wedding dress, and the best white deer skin came from the albino deer.

Blue Jay went to his beloved, whose name was Bright Moon. “I will return with your bride price in one moon, and we will be married. This I promise you.” Taking his best bow and his sharpest arrows Blue Jay began to hunt.

Three weeks went by, and Blue Jay was often hungry, lonely, and scratched by briars. Then, one night during a full moon, Blue Jay saw a white deer that seemed to drift through the moonlight. When the deer was very close to where Blue Jay hid, he shot his sharpest arrow. The arrow sank deep into the deer’s heart. But instead of sinking to his knees to die, the deer began to run. And instead of running away, the deer began to run toward Blue Jay, his red eyes glowing, his horns sharp and menacing.

A month passed and Blue Jay did not return as he had promised Bright Moon. As the months dragged by, the tribe decided that he would never return.

But Bright Moon never took any other young man as a husband, for she had a secret. When the moon was shinning as brightly as her name, Bright Moon would often see the white deer in the smoke of the campfire, running, with an arrow in his heart. She lived hoping the deer would finally fall, and Blue Jay would return.

To this day the white deer is sacred to the Chickasaw People, and the white deerskin is still the favorite material for the wedding dress.

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14 responses to “Ghost Of The White Deer

  1. Aniin BG,

    Beautiful story; thank you for sharing more history.

  2. Hi BG,

    You seem to know a lot of stories. Do you ever tell them in public?

    Sassy Dewy

    xo

  3. REbecca

    Wow….White deer for a wedding dress…I have NEVER heard of that…hmmm. I bet it would be warm. Not sure how delicate it would be~

    I changed my blogger so anyone can comment…Tell me if you can post now. I do appreciate the emails….I happy happy to hear/read sane comments during work hours. = )

    Hope your shopping is complete…that your mind along with your body has slowed down….and that peacefulness will fill the air all around you this evening.

  4. Love the music, BG, it’s so evocative.. I used to have a tape of similar music I bought when I lived in Edmond. I listened to it sometimes when I painted.

  5. brian-your welcome

    dewey-only when I have an audience

    rebecca-I wanted to tan my 12 yo’s deer hide but my hubby hauled it off before I could grab it-grrrr

    jenny-I also have a spirit chant thats not on sonific, I cant get it play on wordpress 😦

  6. thanks for the new addiction to songspots!

    ilove the flute music, I used to play the flute… in a past life, should get one again!

    lovely story. keep posting them.

  7. I love this story. Brought tears to my eyes.

  8. that’s cool I’ve never seen a white deer before. Where was this one that you got a picture of?

  9. The story is beautiful. I love the music. Pardon me while I just sit and listen instead of writing.

  10. Barngoddess,
    To understand the Nature of things
    It is not an animal you kill for its meat
    It is not an animal you skin for its hide
    It is the Spirit one sets free
    to nourish the body of you & me!
    to clothe & keep warm the bride to be!

    So you ready princess?

  11. When I was a little girl my mom sang this to me:

    There once was an Indian maid a shy little prairie maid
    who sang all day a love song gay as through the fields she’d while the hours away.
    She loved an Indian brave this shy little prairie maid
    and then one day he rode away to battle far away..

    {Chorus}
    Oh the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing,
    the breeze is sighing, the night birds crying,
    For a far far away her brave is dying
    and Red Wings’s crying her heart away.

    She watched for him day and night,
    She kept all the campfires bright,
    And under the sky,
    Each night she would lie,
    And dream about his coming by and by
    But when all the braves returned
    the heart of Red Wing yearned
    for far far away her warrior brave fell bravely in the fray.

    I thought of that song when I started reading your lore.

  12. melanie-I plated the flute in junior high and high school symphony band…omg that was ages ago! my Father still has my flute he said last winter.

    celeste-this is one of my favorites

    dianak-this pic is frokm MI

    swampwitch-the music is good

    Quasar9-yes, I am ready

    pamela-what a wonderful song! I have not heard this one before. Thank you for sharing. Are you Native American?

  13. Hi BG,
    I like tales and myths and legends and stories and from the comments i gather that you do tell a lot of stories 🙂
    Glad i found this blog (through Quasar’s blog).
    Looking forward to reading more [that is an assurance that you will have an audience for a story – since i gathered that you need an audience to tell one]
    Cheers.

  14. katie

    Beautiful! I remember hearing of the white deer story years and years ago… I like the fact that it continues to be told.

    Thank you for sharing.

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