“Earth-mother said, “Yet my tiny children may not wander over my lap and bosom without guidance, even in the light of the Sun-father.”
“She took a great terraced bowl, into which she poured water. Upon the water she spat, and whipping it rapidly with her fingers it was soon beaten into foam, as froths the soap-weed, and the foam rose up around the rim of the bowl. The Earth-mother blew the foam. Flake after flake broke off, and bursting, cast spray downward into the bowl.
“”See,” said she, “this bowl is the world, the rim its farthest limits, and the foam bounden terraces round about, my features, which they shall call mountains, whereby they shall name countries and be guided from place to place, and whence white clouds shall rise, and, bursting, shed spray, that my children may drink of the water of life, and from my substance add unto the flesh of their being.
“”Thou has said thou wilt watch over them when the Sun-father is absent, but thou art the cold being; I am the warm. Therefore, at night, when thou watchest, my children shall nestle in my bosom and find there warmth, strength and length of life from one day light to another.”
“Is not the bowl the emblem of the Earth, our Mother, for from it we draw both food and drink, as a babe draws nourishment from the breast of its mother, and round, as is the rim of a bowl, so is the horizon, terraced with mountains, whence rise the clouds. Is not woman the warm, man the cold being? For while woman sits shivering as she cooks by the fire in the house-room, man goes forth little heeding the storms of winter, to hunt the feed and gather pine-faggots.