When the buffalo first came to be upon the land, they were not friendly
to the people. When the hunters tried to coax them over the cliffs for
the good of the villages, they were reluctant to offer themselves up.
They did not relish being turned into blankets and dried flesh for
winter rations. They did not want their hooves and horns to become tools
"No, no," they said. We won't fall into your traps. And we
will not fall for your tricks." So when the hunters guided them
towards the cliffs, they would always turn away at the very last moment.
With this lack of cooperation, it seemed the villagers would be hungry,
cold and ragged all winter long.
Now one of the hunters' had a daughter who was very proud of her
father's skill with the bow. During the fullness of summer, he always
brought her the best of hides to dress, and she in turn would work the
deerskins into the softest, whitest of garments for him to wear. Her own
dresses were like the down of a snow goose, and the moccasins she made
for the children and the grandmothers in the village were the most
welcome of gifts.
But now with the hint of snow on the wind, and deer becoming more scarce
on the land, she could see the reluctance on the part of the
buffalo families could become a real problem.
Hunter's Daughter decided she would do something about it.
She went to the base of the cliff and looked up. She began to sing in a
low, soft voice, "Oh, buffalo family, come down and visit me. If
you come down and feed my relatives, I will join your
family as the bride of your strongest warrior."
She stopped and listened. She thought she heard the slight rumbling
sound of thunder in the distance.
Again she sang, "Oh, buffalo family, come down and visit me. Feed
my family, and I will be your bride."
The thunder was much louder now. Suddenly the buffalo family began
falling off the cliff at her feet.
One very large bull landed on top of the others, and walked across the
backs of his relatives to stand before Hunter's Daughter.
"I am here to claim you as my bride," said Large Buffalo.
"Oh, but now I am afraid to go with you," said Hunter's
"Ah, but you must," said Large Buffalo, "For my people
have come to provide your people with a feast. As you can see,
they have offered themselves up."
And with that said, Large Buffalo lifted her between his horns and
carried her off to his village in the rolling grass hills.
The next morning the whole village was out looking for Hunter's
Daughter. When they found the mound of buffalo below the cliff, the
father, who was in fact a fine tracker as well as a skilled hunter,
looked at his daughter's footprints in the dust.
"She's gone off with a buffalo, he said. I shall follow them and
bring her back."
So Hunter walked out upon the plains, with only his bow and arrows as
companions. He walked and walked a great distance until he was so tired
that he had to sit down to rest beside a buffalo wallow.
then Magpie flew to where Large Buffalo lay asleep amidst his relatives in
the rolling green hills. He hopped over to where Hunter's Daughter was
quilling moccasins, as she sat reluctantly beside her sleeping husband.
"Your father is looking for you on the other side of the
hill," whispered Magpie to the maiden.
"Oh, this is very dangerous," she told him. Please tell him to wait for me and I will try to slip
away to see him."
Just then her husband, Large Buffalo, awoke and took off his horn.
"Go bring me a drink from the wallow just over this hill,"
said her husband.
So she took the horn in her hand and walked very casually over the hill.
Her father motioned silently for her to come with him back home. "No," she whispered. The buffalo are
angry with our people. I'm afraid they will run after
us and trample us into the dirt. I will go back and see what I can do to
soothe their feelings."
And so Hunter's daughter took the horn of water back to her husband who
gave a loud snort when he took a drink. The snort turned into a bellow
and all of the buffalo woke up in alarm. They all put their tails in the
air and danced a buffalo dance over the hill, trampling the poor man to
pieces, who was still waiting for his daughter near the buffalo wallow.
His daughter sat down on the edge of the wallow and broke into tears.
"Why are you crying?" said her buffalo husband.
"You have killed my father and I am a prisoner besides," she
"Well, what of my people?" her husband replied. We have given
our children, our parents and some of our wives up to your relatives in
exchange for your presence among us. A deal is a deal."
But after some consideration of her feelings, Large Buffalo knelt down
beside her and said to her, "If you can bring your father back to
life again, we will let him take you back home to your people."
So Hunter's Daughter started to sing a little song. "Magpie, Magpie
help me find some piece of my father which I can mend back whole
"Magpie, Magpie, please see what you can find," she sang
softly to the wind which bent the grasses slightly apart. Magpie cocked
his head to the side and looked carefully within the layered folds of
the grasses as the wind sighed again. Quickly he picked out a piece of
her father that had been hidden there, a little piece of bone.
"That will be enough to do the trick," said Hunter's Daughter.
As she started to sing her reviving song, she put the bone on the ground and covered it with her blanket.
Quietly she sang the song
that her grandmother had taught her, which had the power to bring
injured people back to the land of the living. After a few melodious passages,
there was a lump under the blanket. She and Magpie looked under the
blanket and could see a man, but the man was not breathing. He lay still
as stone. So Hunter's Daughter continued to sing, a little softer, and a
little softer, so as not to startle her father as he began to wake. When
he stood up, alive and strong, the buffalo people were amazed. They said
to Hunter's Daughter, "Will you sing this song for us after every
hunt? We will teach your people the buffalo dance, so that whenever you
dance before the hunt, you will be assured a good hunt. Then in return you will
sing this song for us, and we will all come back to live again."
so it came to be that the buffalo and the Blackfoot lived in harmony for
Traditional Blackfoot story of How the Buffalo Dance was given to the