With permission: The Indian Page
The Creator led the maiden to the edge of a large corn
field which was so large that as far as one could see,
the valley was covered with blossoming corn, and all the
cornstalks were gently swaying to the singing of the wind.
Indeed it was a lovely and wonderful sight for her to see.
And while she was standing there, a Spirit voice spoke
to her , saying:
"Young maiden, you are now becoming a woman
and in the field before you are many good ears of corn.
Listen well to my advice. Those who pick good ears of corn are those who pluck
them with faith, and with an honest heart. In doing this they shall enjoy the blessings of the medicine
and Spirit of the corn, and that blessing shall be only as
great as the size and beauty of the ear of corn that was
chosen. Young maiden, you shall pass through the field but once,
and pluck for yourself one ear of corn, and you must take
it as you are walking forward. Be alert. Be cautious.
Be very careful. Pick an ear of corn that is full and fair, and according to
its size and beauty so shall its value to you as good
medicine be for the rest of your life."
The young maiden offered her thanks to the Spirit voice,
and then set forth on her quest. As she walked along,
she saw many ears of corn, large, beautiful, ripe and
Careful judgement should have shown her that any one
of them would possess a virtue that was good enough,
but greed and selfish desire came forth in her eagerness
to grasp the best. So she left unblemished ears of corn
behind, hoping and craving for one still better.
The daylight passed by very rapidly, soon the deepening
shadows began to dim the dying day, and now she
reached that part of the corn field where the corn stalks
were shorter, and the ears of corn much smaller,
and here the choice was much less and poorer.
Regretfully, she now remembered the many good and
sound ears of corn that she had left behind.
But her wounded pride would not let her pick from the
poor corn that was now everywhere around her.
Here she saw not one ear of corn that bore perfect grain.
So, the maiden went on seeking, hoping and searching.
Alas, to her great sorrow and disappointment, she found
the cornstalks grew ever more feeble, blighted and
At long last , after suffering much despair, all of the
surrounding field began to disappear in to the fast
approaching darkness, and now she found herself at the
edge of the corn field without having plucked even one
ear of corn.
There was no need for the voice of the Spirit to rebuke
her, everything became very clear to her now, but it was
However, the young maiden did not flee like a whimpering
coyote into the night. Instead,she gathered up her
courage and returned to her village.
Upon arriving there she made a great campfire near her
wigwam, and she gathered her best and dearest friends
around the fire, and while the flames crackled and leaped
forth towards the starlit sky, while a wolf howled in the
forest, while the crescent moon hid behind a passing
cloud, she told her friends all about her grievous
adventure, and she warned them not to follow in her
Then, very sadly, very regretfully, she bade her friends
goodnight. Next morning her elm bark wigwam was
empty. Her canoe was gone, and from that day onwards,
no one has ever found where she went on that fateful
All she left behind was this story.