CHAPTER ONE

Homelands

“The power of the Dakotas had always dwelt in the land, from the great forest to the open prairies. Long before the white man ever dreamed of our existence, the Dakota roamed this land.”

Waŋbdi Wakiya

Mni Sota Makoce. The land where the waters are so clear they reflect the clouds. This land is where our grandmothers’ grandmothers’ grandmothers played as children. Carried in our collective memories are stories of this place that reach beyond recorded history. Sixteen different verbs in the Dakota language describe returning home, coming home, or bringing something home. That is how important our homeland is in Dakota regardless of where our history has taken us. No matter how far we go, we journey back home through language and songs and in stories our grandparents told us to share with our children.

“Back home” implies a return, a cycle of returning, as if it is expected, natural, a fact of life. Families gather around kitchen tables and remember the generations before us or journeys we make to or away from home. It is there, back home, where we are trying to return, where we belong, where the landscape is as familiar as our childhood beds and our mothers’ hands, where our roots are the deepest. It is there, back home, where we hear the repeated stories that make us who we are. So deep is that connection to the land that the word for mother and for the earth are the same in the Dakota language: Ina.

Indeed, the stories—oral histories and oral traditions—are reflected in the place names of this region where Dakota people have lived for millennia and where they still maintain powerful connections to the land. Place names around us—Maŋkato, Owotaŋna, Winuna, Shakpe, Mni Sota—repeat these stories. Existing in different versions, carried forward by multiple storytellers, the message is the same: Mni Sota is a Dakota place.

For Dakota people, stories are often tied to places in the landscape and the skies rather than to groups of people or specific bands, which were fluid and mobile. While common misconceptions perpetuated in European and later American historical accounts portray the Dakota as nomadic people, we were in fact purposeful in our seasonal migrations, following ancient and rhythmic cycles. That rhythm included not only when to harvest wild and cultivated foods and the best time to hunt and trap so the meat was good but also when to tell stories. Ceremonies were conducted and stories told based upon generations of observing the constellations.

No clear boundaries seem to exist between many of these stories and which group they “belong” to unless they are associated with a specific place, person, or historical event. There are many stories, many perspectives, and many generations of oral tradition to be told and re-told. In “Grandmother to Granddaughter: Generations of Oral History in a Dakota Family,” Waziyatawiŋ stresses that “these are not merely interesting stories or even the simple dissemination of historical fact. They are, more importantly, transmissions of culture upon which our survival as a people depends. When our stories die, so will we.”1

The stories gathered here represent a broad base of knowledge of Dakota people from every band—Bdewakaŋtuŋwaŋ, Waḣpekute, Waḣpetuŋwaŋ, Sisituŋwaŋ, and Ihaŋktuŋwaŋ—that span Minnesota, Nebraska, South Dakota, North Dakota, Saskatchewan, Alberta, and Manitoba. To add to the body of knowledge represented by more widely known storytellers and tribal historians, we sought out elderly fluent speakers and traditional people who were willing to share what they knew about the land. Over a period of three years, we conducted interviews with many Dakota people who were eager to share the stories they knew because they had not been asked to tell them before. Our collaborators ranged in age from thirty to one hundred years old. With other accounts taken from nineteenth- and twentieth-century oral history collections, we have brought together numerous stories and multiple viewpoints of this place and our people into a continuous narrative. At once singular and collective, they create an account of Dakota history from “beyond remembering” to today. They endure as Dakota stories and histories of how we came to be in this land, Mni Sota Makoce, how we are a part of this land, and what our responsibilities are to each other and to our Ina. Through these stories we are taught how to live, and through these stories we will continue to live.2

HOW WE GOT HERE

It is through our stories that we all understand where we come from, regardless of heritage or background or religion. “Mythology, next to language,” said missionary Stephen R. Riggs, “affords the most reliable evidence as to the origin or relationship of a people; for peoples have been slow to change their gods.” While mythology may have negative connotations in today’s society, it is through myths that we try to explain the unexplainable or to understand a time before we were in existence. The similarities in those stories, according to early-twentieth-century Dakota oral historians, indicate that “the Dakota and the white man must be closely related, since they tell nearly the same story about creation.” Throughout human culture, creation stories provide an explanation of how the world began.3

THE CREATION OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM

Hekta ehaŋna, long ago, our people were camped together. The chief wanted to know if there was an end to this land and called his council. They chose four young men—tall, strong, fast, not yet with women—gave them extra moccasins, and sent them toward the direction of the setting sun to find the answer. The young men traveled for a few days and then slept on the side of a hill. Not on the top, not on the bottom, but the middle. If they came straight down, it might appear to someone watching from across the way that they were hostile. So they descended back and forth across the hill to seem friendly.

Early in the morning, one young man awoke to a noise. “Wake up,” he said, “I thought I heard something.” They looked down the hill. A strange man, strange because he was not Dakota, was sitting there facing the other way, toward where the sun sets. He wore a white blanket and had hair on his face. One of them said, “Let’s go see this mysterious man. There’s a reason we came across him.” As they were trying to decide what to do, the man said, “Hiyu po! Taku ociciyakapi kte bduhe do. Come on down here. I have something to tell you.”4

To hear this stranger speak their language was unexpected, and the young men were uncertain about what to do next. One wanted to continue on their original journey and reminded the others they still had a long way to go. Another thought it was a trick to lure them into a trap and that it couldn’t be good. While they were talking, the stranger again said, “You four up there, come down here. I have something to tell you.” They suddenly realized the stranger knew their language and, despite facing away from them, knew there were four in their party. Then one young man whispered, “This is unexplainable. He must be a sacred being.” They agreed to go and talk with him.

The man had a small fire going and said, “You sit here on the south side. I have something to tell you.” Then he spent all day teaching them about the world where they lived. He spoke of how the suns—there were many suns, not just one—the stars, the moons, and the planets were put together and how they were to work together. The stranger explained how all of these things came to pass. And the young men said he told them, after he had talked all day, to remember his words:

These things I am telling you, always remember these as long as you can in the future, tell each other every year, every generation, and your grandchildren and your great-grandchildren, continue telling each other…Those who walk with commitment, they will walk in that path of what they remember.

THE CREATION OF THE EARTH

When the world was created, Kuŋṡi Maka, Grandmother Earth, was just a rock, and she was chosen to hold life. The moons, the planets, the stars, and the sun agreed to help her with the task she had been given. Before the earth was made there was water everywhere; no land was to be seen. The Creator then made the animals that have fur and those that swim in the water. This was the beginning of everything.

While the world was still covered in water, the Uŋkteḣi, a powerful water spirit, sent some of the animals down into the water one by one to reach the bottom to find some clay. Many animals tried but were unsuccessful and died in the effort. The muskrat took his turn, dove into the water, and after a long time surfaced with a paw full of clay. From this small amount, land was made and placed on the turtle’s back.5

Dakota oral traditions also describe how uŋkteḣi battled with the wakiŋyaŋ, or thunder beings, who caused storm winds and lightning. Uŋkteḣi would churn up the surfaces of rivers and lakes, creating whitecaps and rolling waves, until the Sun brought peace to the world again, holding a rainbow, like a flag of many colors, in his hand. The uŋkteḣi could travel along underground waterways from Lake Traverse and Big Stone Lake along the Minnesota and Mississippi rivers to Ṭaḳu Wakaŋ Tip̣i. Dakota people were familiar with the routes and may have also used them for safety and escape when required.6

Dakota men seated in the “profound deliberation” of a council were the subject of a painting by George Catlin, who visited southern Minnesota in 1835 and 1836. The exact location is not recorded, but the scene resembles some of the islands of wood in the region’s prairies.

WE ARE A PART OF THIS LAND

The search for the origin of humans in this world is a shared quest in almost every culture. Many of the stories that explain where we came from involve not only the creation of a body from the dust or mud of the earth itself but also the element of a spirit or breath from the Creator.

THE SPIRIT ROAD

Dakota people are called Wicaŋḣpi Oyate, Star People. Our spirits come from the Creator down the Caŋku Wanaġi, the “spirit road,” more commonly known as the Milky Way. At death, we return where we came from along that same road. In the PBS series The Elegant Universe, physicist Michio Kaku discussed the theory of the moment of creation when a star explodes and becomes bits of matter that float into space and are drawn to another star to form planets and ultimately life. He explained that life comes from light and energy and therefore we are made of stardust. But as Dakota people, we knew that. Our creation stories tell us that long ago we came to this earth along the Milky Way.7

BDOTE

The place of first creation is at the confluence of the Minnesota and Mississippi rivers, where the Dakota people came from the stars to be on the earth. Two bluffs were formed from the earth, one called Caṡḳe Taŋka and the other Caṡḳe Cisṭiŋna. The Earth opened herself in that way, and from the mud the Creator made the first Dakota man and woman. Because Dakota were made from the Earth, she is called Ina, mother. In 1720 a French account recorded that the Dakota “say that the first Sciou and the first woman of their tribe came out of the earth, which brought them forth on the prairie below St. Anthony Falls.” This statement is perhaps the first written record of the importance to the Dakota of the area around Bdote. More than one hundred years later, missionary Stephen R. Riggs wrote, “The Mdewakanton think that the mouth of the Minnesota River is precisely over the center of the earth, and that they occupy the gate that opens into the western world.”8

The importance of water is significant. In the beginning, the water—Mni—was pure, part of the land, and therefore part of the people. It was the first medicine given to our people because water keeps everything alive. Water that comes from within the earth is pure and as such is considered wakaŋ or sacred. This region where the rivers come together plays a significant role in the history of the Dakota people in Mni Sota Makoce, as it contains Ṭaḳu Wakaŋ Tip̣i, Mni Sni or Coldwater Spring, and Oheyawahi or Pilot Knob.

In this place, the Dakota people flourished. We respected our homeland and our Creator. Our numbers increased. Our winter camps became villages, and we became the people of the Oc̣eti Ṡaḳowiŋ, the Seven Council Fires.9

ḢE MNI C̣AŊ

As the people spread out from Bdote, a cultural hub was established at Ḣe Mni C̣aŋ (Barn Bluff, near present-day Red Wing) on the Mississippi River. Fog often rises up from the rivers in this area, and it was known as I saŋ ti, “where they live under the fog.” Each group of people possessed a great spiritual strength and had their responsibilities to the larger community. The Bdewakaŋtuŋwaŋ were the spiritual people who lived by the water, as did the Sisituŋwaŋ, the medicine people. The Waḣpekute were warriors who protected the medicine people. Waḣpeṭuŋwaŋ people were dwellers in the forest, and the Iḣaŋktuŋwaŋ lived at the edge of the great forest. Iḣaŋktuŋwaŋ were scattered at the edge of the forest. It was to this hub that people from the east and north came. Some decided to stay and lived among the Dakota. Others visited for a while, then left and went west and south. Dakota people also left with them.10

Many people lived in that area, working together, gathering medicines, and hunting, year in and year out. The land belonged to everyone, and everyone used it in harmony. Then there were disagreements about who should pick medicine in the area. Some of the Dakota claimed that area, and other people said it had always been theirs. The argument escalated until they were ready to fight one another. The two groups faced each other to do battle over the contested ground.

The ground started to shake. A mist rose up out of the area, and the people fell unconscious to the ground. After a while, as the mist started to lift, they came back to their senses and remembered they were ready to do battle. But as they looked at their opponents, they saw that they were separated by a valley with water running through there. The Creator had shown them this land was given for everyone to use and not to fight over it. From that moment on they called those Dakota groups, all the different villages regardless of which side of the river they were on, Kiyuksa. And so they lived that way, going back and forth across the river since both groups had relatives on both sides. And they realized their argument over the land was foolishness and nothing can be settled through fighting.

And so the people continued to live up and down the river until they fell away from the Creator and no longer knew how to behave. The uŋkteḣi were called upon to flood the land and cleanse it of the people’s disrespectful actions. Flood stories, numerous across the world and among the many indigenous groups of North America, usually result from a violation of cultural or religious mores. As explained by Dakota oral traditions, the people were restored to land in different places, and the blood of those who perished became the sacred red stone from which our ceremonial pipes are made to this day.

MILLE LACS

After the flood, some of the people lived under the water at Bde Taŋka or Bde Wakaŋ. One day, a young boy and his sister were walking together. The boy looked up and saw mniyomni to, a blue whirlpool, above them and reached up for it. The whirlpool pulled him up to the surface and threw him out onto the shore, a beautiful place of trees and hills. His sister followed the bubbles of the mniyomni, reached up, and was also thrown ashore. She followed her brother’s footprints, eating roots and berries along the way, and picked up a small stone to suck in order to quench her thirst. Amazed at the beauty of the place, she was distracted and swallowed the stone. It traveled through her body and was born a child called Iŋyaŋ Hokṡida, Stone Boy. This is how the people walked out of the lake and became people who walk on the land again.

BIG STONE LAKE

When the uŋkteḣi were called on to flood the land, the eagle picked up a young woman who was clinging to a tree and took her to where a large rock stood out from the water. He placed her on Iŋyaŋ Taŋka, the big rock, and showed her that the water from there—the center of the earth—flowed in all directions, to the north and east and to the south and west. From there the people again multiplied and flourished.

OWAMNIYOMNI AND SPIRIT LAKE

Some of the Dakota people went to Owamniyomni, called St. Anthony Falls, for ceremonies because of the power associated with the falls along Ḣaḣa Wakpa. From there was a road to Spirit Lake in what is now known as Iowa. The people would walk or ride horses, and soon the different groups of Dakota spread out to the south and west of Bdote and lived all through the prairies, where they hunted buffalo and elk. Many villages were established around Spirit Lake. The Wapiya Wicaṡṭa, the medicine people, talked for quite a while about the times when the people would be short of food because so many of them lived in that area.

They remembered that long ago they had been told that at the bottom of the lake was a person who could help the people survive. So they asked the families there to send one of their daughters to volunteer to go into the lake. Some of the people did not believe in the old story and did not want to sacrifice their young girls for such a futile task. However, there were people who did believe what the Wapiya Wicaṡṭa were saying. One family stepped forward with their daughter.

They told the young girl to swim to the bottom, where she would meet someone who would help her. A lot of people thought she would drown because it was an impossible task. But she and her family believed, and she went with the Wapiya Wicaṡṭa in a small boat to the middle of the lake. They told her what to do and said they would be waiting there for her to return. So she went into the water and swam toward the bottom. There she saw a woman dressed in white buckskin who held a bowl in each hand. The woman said, “These will help your people. When you plant them, they will grow and then you can eat them.” The young girl took the gifts from the woman and swam up, up, up to where the Wapiya Wicaṡṭa were waiting for her. They took her out of the water, and she placed the bowls in their hands and explained what the woman had told her.

The gift was seeds of corn: four male seeds in one bowl and four female seeds in the other. The young girl instructed them to plant the seeds one row male, one row female, one row male, one row female. And they would grow and the people would not run out of food again. There was a big crowd along the shore, with her family and those others who were sure she was going to drown. The medicine people explained to everyone how to plant the corn. From those first rows they planted, they harvested some and they saved some of the seeds to plant the following year.

The Dakota people from that time forward would have plenty of corn. Because the holy being, the sacred woman, lived there under the water and gave them the gift of corn, they called it Spirit Lake. They gave thanks to the creator and held the first green corn dance. The road between Spirit Lake and St. Anthony Falls was well traveled by Dakota people from that time forward.

Dakota women made use of birch-bark canoes to harvest wild rice throughout the Minnesota region, as archaeology, tradition, and written sources tell us. This view—which would likely have been accurate for the Dakota and neighboring Ojibwe, who both used such canoes for this purpose—was drawn by artist and scientist Robert O. Sweeny in the 1850s.

MNI SOTA MAKOCE

The Dakota spread across the land from Ḣe Mni C̣aŋ throughout the northern Great Plains. Evidence of their pottery can be found in what is now western Wisconsin, Minnesota, western Ontario, and eastern Manitoba dating from 1150 CE. By the early eighteenth century, the Dakota controlled the areas around Lake of the Woods and Rainy Lake, hunting and traveling as far east as Kaministikwia, near Thunder Bay, Ontario, and as far northwest as the head of the Churchill River in Saskatchewan. According to Cree history, the Dakota came north along the Ballantyne River, known by the Cree as Puatsipi or Dakota River, on raids against the Cree and Assiniboine long before 1774, when the Hudson’s Bay Company established its first inland post.11

One of the earliest written accounts of the migration of Dakota people away from the Mille Lacs area was recorded in Dakota language by Wambdi Oḳiya in 1837. Writing to the missionary Thomas Williamson, Wambdi Oḳiya said,

From the beginning when the Dakotas grew, the present Chippewa country belonged to the Dakotas, they say…My fathers told it thus. What is called Knife Lake was the Mdewakantons planting ground, they say; and Wazina Ha Wakpa [Pine Bark River] used to be the land of the Wahpetons, they say. They planted there, they say…but for some unknown reason, they came here and remained, because there was much buffalo on the open prairie, and the Chippewas came and took up their home there, it is said. Because all the wise men are now dead, nobody mentions these things, and so it is.12

Moving to where the game was more plentiful, and isolated in the deep woods of the Upper Mississippi, the Dakota knew about the French from their interactions with the Ojibwe and Odawa long before they actually met them for the first time. By the early 1800s, trade goods began to filter in through the Ojibwe and Odawa, including iron pots, knives, blankets, and guns, so that by the time French voyageurs entered the Upper Mississippi Valley, “the Dakotas had no reason to be either shocked or frightened. They had no illusions that these were superior beings sent by the Great Spirit, though they were deeply impressed by their wondrous technology.” It is no surprise, then, that they were called Waṡicuŋ, or people who had done well for themselves. And events were set into motion that would change the face of Mni Sota Makoce forever.13