Happy Alaska Day!!
Great Land History: The
Legend of the Sleeping Lady
October 18 is set aside each
year to celebrate in the Great Land the transfer of Alaska from Russian to
American governorship. When the date
falls on a Sunday the official celebration is the following Monday. If the 18th
is a Saturday, as is the case this year, Friday does double duty in celebrating
both the end of the work week and raising of the American flag over Alaska for the
first time on October 18, 1867, in Sitka. It is marked by parades, dances, costume balls, memorial
services and other festivities to commemorate the anniversary.
People will also be talking
about and re-visiting in various ways all things Alaskan. In the case of
Anchorage one subject frequently on the residents’ radar is the Sleeping Lady,
who rests within sight of their shores, a little over 30 miles across Cook
Inlet.
Sacred to the local Dena’ina
people, Dghelishla, little mountain,
also bears an English name, Mount Susitna, from the nearby river with the same
name, Tanaina for sandy. To the
Dena’ina, she is connected to the mighty peak Dghelay, big mountain, known to Alaskans as Denali, Athabaskan for The Great One.
No one can say for sure how
or when the legend of Sleeping Lady started, and elder and storyteller Shem Pete did not
perceive it to be part of his people’s traditional legends. What is known is
that about five million years ago, melting glaciers crushed solid rock,
eventually forming a mountain over 4,300 feet high and 13 miles long. The
resulting sculpture strongly resembles a woman in repose, her long hair
streaming behind her as she lay in slumber.
It has been speculated that
prospectors seeing Susitna as a woman brought her story to life, but whatever
the case, as Ann Dixon writes, it continues to be told far and wide, including
amongst Athabascans in the Tyonek area today. Dixon sets the story down in her children's picture book, The Sleeping Lady.
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In a warmer time than it is
in Alaska today, when woolly mammoths and saber-toothed tigers peacefully
shared the land with fruit trees and the gentle people of what today is known
as the Cook Inlet area, a boy and a girl were in love and planned to marry.
The day before Nekatla and
Susitna were to wed, a stranger burst into their village, wildly warning about
warriors from the north who left a trail of destruction: murdered kinsman,
plundered lands, houses set to fire.
The villagers gathered and
spoke of many ideas, but it was Nekatla’s plan that was eventually adopted.
Wanting to preserve the peaceful ways his people had enjoyed for so long, his
proposal entailed meeting up with the frightful warriors, bearing gifts instead
of weapons, and persuading them to live in peace. The villagers agreed and all
the men prepared for departure on the morrow.
The next morning, rather than
being unified in marriage, Nekatla and Susitna bade each other a sad farewell,
with promises nonetheless:
“We will be married as soon
as I return.”
“I will wait for you at this
very spot.”
And so Susitna waited at the
same spot she promised Nekatla she would, a hill upon which the pair had
previously spent many happy hours. With the baskets she had collected, Susitna
gathered fruit until the day became spent. When the daylight marked the second
morning since Nekatla’s departure she wove more baskets. On the third day,
certain her beloved would return at any moment, she sewed, keeping an eye for
his arrival.
Susitna waited, though each
day seemed longer than the last, and in this way many days and nights passed,
alas, still with no Nekatla in sight. Weary of her tasks, her imagination
feeding possibilities regarding the men of her village, Susitna
lay down to sleep, but only for a moment.
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"Nekatla was brave."
This was reported from a boy who had escaped what
became a slaughter, initiated with a spear thrown by one of the northern
warriors. The Inlet men had tried to defend themselves, but the fearsome
attackers set upon them, unrelenting until all were perished, even some of
their own.
Wakening Susitna to tell her of the horrible news did
not bear thinking about, and so the women of the village wove soft grasses and
wildflower blossoms into a blanket and gently laid it over their sleeping
sister.
That
night all warmth and joy left the village. As the air grew colder and colder,
Susitna settled more deeply into sleep.
All
around her, the fruit trees froze and died, falling like the men in battle.
The
tears of the villagers gathered into clouds, and, in the chill air, returned to
earth as Alaska’s first snowfall.
And so the time went.
Days, weeks, months, years, hundreds at first, then
thousands, passed. Warmth eventually returned to the land but only for a brief period each year.
New animals and even people, though not giants like the Inlet people, came to
settle the land.
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And now here, too, are we, and we see what the
settlers saw, and now has passed to us. In our snowy country called Alaska
there lay a watershed, near which rests a mountain called Susitna, but that we
know is really the slumbering form of a woman dreaming of, waiting for, her
beloved. The seasons come, they go, and still she waits. We call her the Sleeping
Lady or, simply, the Lady.
In the winter when we look across the Inlet, she can
be seen beneath a thick, snowy quilt. In summer she rests beneath the flowered
blanket laid upon her form so long ago by her people, unable to bring grief to
the girl so in love.
Now our people say that Nekatla shall one day return.
War will cease to ravage the land, peace once more shall reign, and on that
day, Susitna shall awake and be re-united with her beloved.
