Stories by grandma
An Ancient Tale Of Moon Boy
Moon Boy was a young Indian trapper who lived many years ago
and he tended his traps every night no matter whether rain or snow.
And then one night and on another, mattered not what trail he took
found traps empty, his game was gone, he knew not where to look.
"Robbers it must have been," thought his father, "that must be true,
"you must catch the one my son who did these terrible deeds to you."
"You must set a trap my son," his mother said," to capture this retch
upon the hill and hide it well, hide and wait, see what that will fetch."
Upon the hill beside the trail he hid it well and set his trap so strong
and up there by the trail, hid in a cave to see what would come along.
A terrible storm blew in that night, covered the forest deep with snow
and nearby trees with mighty crashes fell, so hard the wind did blow.
Then from sky above the light appeared, so bright it hurt his eyes
And Moon Boy trembled in mortal fear of those spirits from the sky.
And then a terrible rage heard he, like thunder, horrible was it's ire
bushes, leaves, trees, earth, everything seemed consumed by fire.
For several hours hid he, while snow so slowly cooled the ground
the fires so wild a while ago, slowly turned to clinkers all around.
Soon from his warm cave came he, out to see what he could see.
On trembling legs, in mortal fear, slowly across the trail crept he.
The storm had gone away, the only sounds he heard on quiet path
the frantic beating of his strong heart, as in sweat he took a bath.
On silent knees he forward crept until he found his rawhide noose
a gentle tug, but very taunt, something big, did he snare a moose.?
Dimly in the light, a mound of snow was there, to it ran his snare
hatchet tight in hand, carefully moved, could it possibly be a bear?
A mighty roar from snow mound came, while flakes flew all askew.
Young brave drew back in haste, to safety watch what it would do.
The monster roared and thrashed about, and terrible was it's rage
struggled vainly against it's bond, as an animal trapped in a cage.
Through dim light he saw at once, that what he caught was blue
but fire crackled from it's eyes, not any animal that he ever knew.
The beast then saw the boy and recognized the futility of the strain
the bonds grew tighter still, and became quite painful in the main.
Still the blue shape raged and howled and shot it's flames around
the boy threw snow upon the thing and bravely stood his ground.
"Sever the bonds and turn me loose", blue thing again implored.
"No," refused the boy, "for too long my game you have devoured."
"Release me now" demanded the beast, "your traps I did not rob.
Release the bond and do it soon, else my life's not worth a bob."
"I am the man in the moon" said he, "I must soon go home or die.
I offer a deal to save my life young man, about that I will not lie.
I'll guard your traps myself, I'll watch them for you every night.
No man will dare to rob your traps, they'll get a terrible fright."
"Light is coming in the east, from that I must flee", it did exhort.
"Think fast boy," pled the thing in blue," my life is growing short.
"Young brave decided to think awhile, to observe the thing in blue.
"I'm thinking about your promises now, I'll get right back to you."
"My decision is made to cut your bonds, your life I will not take.
Step back blue thing, give me room, mistake I'm wont to make"
A slashing blade and a parting thong, and everything was right.
With thankful nod it stepped away, upward shot a flash of light.
He walked his traps and what a sight , that harvest was so great
many trips he had to make, struggled mightily under the weight.
Told his story in his village home, made no matter friend or foe
an epic story told around campfires bright, wherever people go.
Young Moon Boy to manhood grew, he trapped for food no more.
He traveled by light both day and night and greatly grew his lore.
Whether boy or man it mattered not, his name he could not shake,
Moon Boy he was, and every one knew, none other could he take.