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<h2>DAKOTA BELIEFS AND CUSTOMS</h2>
<p class="subtitle">Dakota</p>
<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>he Dakotas have names for the natural divisions
of time. Their years they count by winters.
A man is so many winters old, or so many
winters have passed since such an event. When one
goes on a journey, he says he will be back in so many
sleeps. They have no division of time into weeks, and
their months are literally by moons.</p>
<p>The Dakotas believe that when the moon is full,
a great number of small mice begin to nibble on one
side. They nibble until they eat up the entire moon.
So when the new moon begins to grow, it is to them
really a new moon; the old one has been eaten up.</p>
<p>The Dakota mother loves her baby as well as the
white woman does hers. When the spirit takes its flight
a wild howl goes up from the tent. The baby form
is wrapped in the best buffalo calfskin, or the best red
blanket, and laid away on a scaffold or on the branch
of some tree. There the mother goes with disheveled
hair and oldest clothes, the best ones having been given
away, and wails out her sorrow in the twilight, wailing
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often until far into the cold night. The nice kettle of
hominy is prepared, and carried to the scaffold where
the spirit hovers for several days. When the kettle has
remained there long enough for the <i>wanagi</i>, the spirit,
to inhale the food, the little children of the village are
invited to eat up the rest.</p>
<p>When a hunter dies, the last act of the medicine man
is to sing a song to conduct the spirit over the <i>wanagi
tacanku</i>, the spirit’s road, as the Milky Way is called.
The friends give away their good clothes. They wear
ragged clothes, with bare feet, and ashes on their hands.
Both within and without the lodge there is a great wailing.
“<i>Micinski, micinski, my son, my son,</i>” is the
lamentation in Dakota land as it was in Israel.</p>
<p>The dead hunter is wrapped in the most beautifully
painted buffalo robe, or in the newest red and blue
blanket. Young men are called and feasted, and their
duty it is to carry the body away and place it on a scaffold,
for the dead remain not long in the tepee. In
more recent times they bury it. The custom of burial
immediately after death, however, was not a Dakota
custom. The spirit did not bid farewell to the body
for several days after death, and so the body was laid
on a high scaffold or in some tree crotch where it would
have a good view of the surrounding country, and also
be safe from wolves.</p>
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