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作者:竹水冷      更新:2021-02-19 00:59      字数:9321
  mystery   that   is   the   essence   of   worship;   without   which   there   can   be   no
  religion; and in the presence of   this mystery our   attitude cannot be very
  unlike that of the natural philosopher; who beholds with awe the Divine in
  all creation。
  It   is  simple    truth   that   the   Indian    did   not;   so  long    as  his   native
  philosophy held sway over his mind; either envy or desire to imitate the
  splendid   achievements   of   the   white   man。          In   his   own   thought   he   rose
  superior to them!         He scorned them; even as a lofty spirit absorbed in its
  stern task rejects the soft beds; the luxurious food; the pleasure…worshiping
  dalliance of a rich neighbor。           It was clear to him that virtue and happiness
  are independent of these things; if not incompatible with them。
  There was undoubtedly much in primitive Christianity to appeal to this
  man;   and   Jesus'   hard   sayings   to   the   rich   and   about   the   rich   would   have
  been entirely comprehensible to him。                Yet the religion that is preached in
  our   churches      and   practiced     by   our   congregations;      with    its  element    of
  display     and    self…aggrandizement;         its  active   proselytism;      and    its  open
  contempt   of   all   religions      but   its   own;   was   for   a   long  time   extremely
  repellent。     To his simple mind; the professionalism of the pulpit; the paid
  exhorter;   the   moneyed   church;   was   an   unspiritual   and   unedifying   thing;
  and   it   was   not   until   his   spirit   was   broken   and   his   moral   and   physical
  constitution       undermined       by    trade;   conquest;      and    strong    drink;    that
  Christian   missionaries   obtained   any   real   hold   upon   him。           Strange   as   it
  may seem; it is true that the proud pagan in his secret soul despised the
  good men who came to convert and to enlighten him!
  Nor   were   its   publicity   and   its   Phariseeism   the   only   elements   in   the
  alien religion that offended the red man。                 To him; it appeared shocking
  and   almost   incredible   that   there   were   among   this   people   who   claimed
  superiority   many   irreligious;   who         did   not   even   pretend     to   profess   the
  national faith。      Not only did they not profess it; but they stooped so low
  as to insult their God with profane and sacrilegious speech!                      In our own
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  tongue His name was not spoken aloud; even with utmost reverence; much
  less lightly or irreverently。
  More   than   this;   even   in   those   white   men   who   professed   religion   we
  found   much       inconsistency   of     conduct。     They   spoke   much   of       spiritual
  things; while seeking only the material。             They bought and sold everything:
  time;   labor;    personal   independence;        the   love   of   woman;     and   even   the
  ministrations       of  their   holy    faith!    The     lust  for   money;     power;     and
  conquest so characteristic of the Anglo…Saxon race did not escape moral
  condemnation         at  the  hands   of   his   untutored    judge;    nor   did  he   fail  to
  contrast this conspicuous trait of the dominant race with the spirit of the
  meek and lowly Jesus。
  He might in time come to recognize that the drunkards and licentious
  among   white   men;   with   whom   he   too   frequently   came   in   contact;   were
  condemned by the white man's religion as well; and must not be held to
  discredit it。     But it was not so easy to overlook or to excuse national bad
  faith。    When      distinguished      emissaries     from   the   Father   at  Washington;
  some of them ministers of the gospel and even bishops; came to the Indian
  nations;   and   pledged   to   them   in   solemn   treaty   the   national   honor;   with
  prayer and mention of their God; and when such treaties; so made; were
  promptly   and      shamelessly   broken;   is      it  strange   that   the  action    should
  arouse   not   only   anger;   but   contempt?       The   historians   of   the   white   race
  admit that the Indian was never the first to repudiate his oath。
  It   is   my   personal   belief;   after   thirty…five   years'   experience   of   it;   that
  there     is  no   such    thing    as   〃Christian     civilization。〃      I   believe    that
  Christianity  and   modern   civilization   are  opposed   and   irreconcilable;   and
  that the spirit of Christianity and of our ancient religion is essentially the
  same。
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  II THE FAMILY ALTAR
  Pre…natal Influence。       Early Religious Teaching。           The Function of the
  Aged。       Woman;        Marriage      and    the   Family。      Loyalty;      Hospitality;
  Friendship。
  The American Indian was an individualist in religion as in war。                     He
  had neither a national army nor an organized church。                There was no priest
  to   assume   responsibility   for   another's   soul。      That   is;   we   believed;   the
  supreme   duty   of   the   parent;   who   only   was   permitted   to   claim   in   some
  degree     the   priestly   office   and   function;    since    it  is  his  creative   and
  protecting power which alone approaches the solemn function of Deity。
  The Indian was a religious man from his mother's womb。                      From the
  moment   of   her   recognition   of   the   fact   of   conception   to   the   end   of   the
  second year  of life;  which was   the ordinary  duration of lactation; it was
  supposed   by   us   that   the   mother's   spiritual   influence   counted   for   most。
  Her   attitude   and   secret   meditations   must   be   such   as   to   instill   into   the
  receptive soul of the unborn child the love of the 〃Great Mystery〃 and a
  sense of brotherhood with all creation。             Silence and isolation are the rule
  of life for the expectant mother。            She wanders prayerful in the stillness
  of great woods; or on the bosom of the untrodden prairie; and to her poetic
  mind the immanent   birth   of  her  child prefigures   the  advent   of   a  master…
  mana  hero;  or   the  mother  of   heroesa  thought   conceived   in   the   virgin
  breast of primeval nature; and dreamed out in a hush that is only broken
  by   the   sighing    of  the  pine   tree  or   the  thrilling  orchestra    of   a  distant
  waterfall。
  And when the day of days in her life dawnsthe day in which there is
  to be a new life; the miracle of whose making has been intrusted to her;
  she seeks no human aid。           She has been trained and prepared in body and
  mind for this her holiest duty; ever since she can remember。                   The ordeal
  is best met alone; where no curious or pitying eyes embarrass her; where
  all   nature   says   to   her   spirit:   〃'Tis   love!   'tis   love!   the   fulfilling   of   life!〃
  When a sacred voice comes to her out of the silence; and a pair of eyes
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  open upon her in the wilderness; she knows with joy that she has borne
  well her part in the great song of creation!
  Presently  she   returns   to   the   camp;   carrying   the   mysterious;   the   holy;
  the   dearest   bundle!      She   feels   the   endearing   warmth   of   it   and   hears   its
  soft breathing。       It is still a part of herself; since both are nourished by the
  same   mouthful; and no look of a               lover could be sweeter than its deep;
  trusting gaze。
  She continues her spiritual teaching; at first silentlya mere pointing
  of    the  index    finger    to  nature;    then   in   whispered      songs;    bird…like;    at
  morning and evening。            To her and to the child the birds are real people;
  who live very close to the 〃Great Mystery〃; the murmuring trees breathe
  His presence; the falling waters chant His praise。
  If   the   child   should   chance   to   be   fretful;   the   mother   raises   her   hand。
  〃Hush!   hush!〃   she   cautions   it   tenderly;   〃the   spirits   may   be   disturbed!〃
  She bids it be still and listenlisten to the silver voice of the aspen; or the
  clashing   cymbals   of   the   birch;   and   at   night   she   points   to   the   heavenly;
  blazed trail; through nature's galaxy of splendor to nature's God。                    Silence;
  love; reverence;this is the trinity of first lessons; and to these she