Lost Brother

Right around the middle of the 19th century emigrants began traveling west through the Paiute, Shoshone, and Washoe Tribes habitat. At the first sighting of these emigrants Old Winnemucca went to greet these pioneers, but without much success. He went back to his tribe saddened and  told his people this story:

“In the beginning of the world there were only four, two girls and two boys. Our forefather and  mother were only two, and we are their children. You all know that a great while ago there was a happy family in this world. One girl and one boy were dark and the others were white. For a  time they got along together without quarreling, but soon they disagreed, and there was trouble. They were cross to one another and fought, and our parents were very much grieved. They prayed that their children might learn better, but it did not do any good; and afterwards the whole household was made so unhappy that the father and mother saw that they must separate their children; and then our father took the dark boy and girl, and the white boy and girl, and asked  them, ‘Why are you so cruel to each other?’ They hung down their heads, and would not speak. They were ashamed. He said to them, “Have I not been kind to you all, and given you everything  your hearts wished for? You do not have to hunt and kill your own game to live upon. You see, my dear children, I have power to call whatsoever kind of game we want to eat; and I also have  the power to separate my dear children, if they are not good to each other.’ So he separated his children by a word. He said, ’Depart from each other, you cruel children;­go across the mighty ocean and do not seek each other’s lives.’

So the light girl and boy disappeared by that one word, and their parents saw them no more, and  they were grieved, although they knew their children were happy. And by­-and-­by the dark children grew into a large nation; and we believe it is the one we belong to, and that the nation that sprung from the white children will some time send some on to meet us and heal all the old trouble. Now, the white people we saw a few days ago must certainly be our white brothers, and I want to welcome them. I want to love them as I love all of you. But they would not let me;  they were afraid. But they will come again, and I want you one and all to promise that, should I not live to welcome them myself, you will not hurt a hair on their heads, but welcome them as I tried to do.”