Battao Island:
Following The Folktales
By: D.P.E. 2018©
Battao Island:Following The Folktales
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Dare Romance IX
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The Following Pages Are Directly Taken From:
Virginia Dare: A Romance of the Sixteenth Century
Miss E. A. B. Shackleford · 1892
CHAPTER IX.
** To cure heartache is godfather Time's business, and even
he is not invariably successful." — J. H. Ewing.
When great sorrow comes to us in youth, we
feel it must affect and change the whole world;
but when we have lived longer in this change-
able world, we take it for granted that the
whirl of life will go on as usual, only we our-
selves drop out for a little while, to fight with
our heartache alone, and to conquer it, with
God's help, ere we take up the busy thread of
our life again with placid faces, just as if our
thread and shuttle were as bright and beautiful
as before ; and perhaps when all our work looks
gray to us, we are weaving the most perfect and
beautiful pattern.
Poor little Virginia had never thought of life
without her mother, until that conversation
which Manteo had interrupted; and then her
mind was so full of Iosco's sickness that she did
not think of her mother's words again until that
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dreadful moment came when she called and
called, and no answer came from those still lips,
and she knew that her mother would never hold
her in her arms again and kiss her. Everything
went on just as before, except that the frost
soon changed to a thaw, game became more
plentiful, and the suffering less. But not so
Virginia's sorrow: it was so deep and intense
for a while, Mistress Wilkins thought it would
wear her young life out. Beth was her great
comfort through this lonely time: she was one
to love, one who really needed her, and the two
children truly loved each other. Iosco grew
quite strong after a time : he never forgot what
Mrs. Dare had done for him, and that it was in
saving his life she had hastened her own death.
He had always been fond of Virginia, and now
his love was mingled with gratitude. There
was hardly an hour of the day he did not bring
some little offering for "Owaissa," or tell her
stories, or sing songs to her. Time softens the
greatest and sharpest sorrow. Let us thank
God for it : we should die were it not so.
Though Virginia's heart was nearly broken by
her mother's death, and she wished that she too
, . might die, she did not die, but took her life up
bravely after a while; helping those among
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whom she lived and whom she really loved;
gathering flowers and forest treasures in the
summer ; watching the birds build their nests,
and the trees put on their pretty dresses in
budding-time ; helping in the work, and play-
ing merry games through roasting-ear time; in
the fall of the leaf gathering acorns and nuts,
and in winter sitting with others around the
wigwam fires of cedar-wood, and listening to
the stories which the old men told.
So the years passed by, and Owaissa grew
from a child to a girl. She was tall and
slender; her eyes had a more thoughtful ex-
pression than when she was a child, but in
other ways she was unchanged. She grew up a
perfectly natural girl, full of the poetry and
romance of the wild people of the forest. Iosco
was still her devoted friend: she looked upon
him as a brother. They wandered through the
forest together, gathering flowers or acorns or
sweet grasses. Sometimes they sat down and
rested on the banks of a little stream, and told
each other stories. Iosco's were of the wild
Indian lore. He told her of Odjibwa and the
Red Swan, of Hiawatha and his Minnehaha.
One day they sat on the bank of a little stream
which rushed on, making a tiny waterfall just
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below, which sang to them ; so Iosco thought, as
he sat there with Owaissa, while overhead the
pines waved their lofty branches, and the soft
breezes whispered love-songs among them.
Wild-flowers and delicate mosses nestled about
their feet. All around, laurel blossoms made
the forest beautiful and the air fragrant. Birds
were flying to and fro, and from a near tree a
whip-poor-will was singing to its mate, as if
it were telling its love. Iosco was watching
Virginia. She looked more like an angel than
ever, as she sat with her golden hair falling in
masses over her mantle of doe-skins, her slender
hands clasped while she listened to the water
and the birds.
Her eyes of deepest blue were looking
thoughtfully far away. Iosco was fond of
Virginia, very fond; but he never thought of
her as he did of the Indian maidens. The mo-
ments he spent with her were the happiest in
his life. When they walked hand in hand, a
strange thrill passed through him. He would
have died for her willingly, had there been any
need. His quick eye saw now that she was sad
as she sat listening ; and he drew closer to her
as he asked, "Where do Owaissa's thoughts
go, that they send such sorrow out of her
eyes?"
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"Iosco," she said, "mamma would tell me if
she were here, that I ought to be thankful for
all God has given me. I often fancy when I
sit alone that I can hear her telling me just as
she used to, that it is one's duty not only to be
contented, but to be cheerful and happy. I
think I am usually, don't you, Iosco ? "
He nodded as he replied, " Owaissa is like a
bird, her eyes are so bright, her laugh is so
merry."
"I try to be," she went on, "and I am very
happy indeed. Every one is so kind to me ;
but sometimes I can't help wishing very much
that I could see some of my own people. I
should like to know if my father is alive, and if
he sometimes thinks of me. He went away
when I was only ten days old: I know he could
not forget his baby."
They sat silently for a few minutes, then Vir-
ginia looked up into Iosco's face. " You know,"
she said softly, "sometimes I feel sure my
father will come for me and take me away."
Had she felt Iosco's hand, she would have
been astonished at its icy coldness, and would
have wondered what made him clinch his fingers
as if he were in pain. From that day a wild
dread of the white man's return haunted Iosco.
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An Indian never shows his emotion, so he only-
said quietly, "Did I ever tell Owaissa the
story of Battao? It is a beautiful one from the
far north, a captive of my father's told it to me."
"No: you never told it to me. I should like
to hear it," Virginia said, with a little sigh.
Iosco would have made an ideal picture as he
sat there. His black hair was thrown back
from a high forehead, beneath which two dark
eyes looked out, which were remarkable for
their depth and truth. He had a straight, well-
cut nose, and a mouth almost severe, so firm
and decided was its expression. When he
smiled, one forgot the stern look, for a sweet,
gentle expression transformed the face. It was
a classical face, and its owner had a deep sense
and appreciation of the poetry of life. Certainly
they made a study for an artist, — the fair girl
with her golden hair, and the graceful figure of
the Indian, as he told her the quaint old Indian
legend.
"Many, many moons back, in the sunny
north, over towards the setting sun, lived a
mighty Werowance whom they called Tyee.
His lands stretch all along the beautiful sound,
where fine wampum is found. This Tyee had a
daughter. The name of the beautiful maid was
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Battao. Every one, even those far away, knew
of the rich wampum and the fine furs that would
belong to the man who should take Battao for
his wife. Her father said she should go to no
man whom she did not love, and he kept firmly
to this, though chiefs of great tribes came to
win her, and many from every part sought her.
Battao would look at none of them.
" One day a brave warrior came, tall and hand-
some. Battao looked at him, trusted his brave
eyes, and loved him. As they floated over the
smooth waters in Battao's swift canoe, they
came to a beautiful island, where they sat on
the shore and talked. And many days when
the sun had gone half-way on its journey, and
done its day's baking, so that the air was as
that which comes from the fire, Battao and her
maidens would cross to the beautiful island,
and there her lover would tell them strange
stories. As they listened, the maidens sifted
the soft sea-sand through their fingers, and as
it fell upon the shore it formed the shape of
whatever Battao's lover was saying ; there it
hardened, and yet may be found, and it brings
the favor of all the gods to any one who finds
one of the forms and wears it in his wampum
belt."
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" Oh, I should like to see some of the shapes,
Iosco, wouldn't you ? " asked Virginia.
"Yes," he said, "I should; and I should like
to go to that land, it is so sunny, our captive
said."
" It could not be more lovely than it is here,"
Virginia replied; "but please go on and tell
me what became of Battao."
Iosco was happy for the present; at least he
had made Owaissa forget the white tribe, and
the canoes with pinions like wings, that she had
said she was sure would come. So he went on
gladly : —
"One day, when Battao, with her lover in
her canoe, and all her maids in their canoes,
were going back from the beautiful island, as
they came to the deep part of the water, Battao's
lover said some words to her in a strange lan-
guage that the maiden could not understand,
then sprang into the water. Battao did not
cry out, she only looked down where her lover
had disappeared; so did her maidens. But he
did not rise, nor could they see anything of him,
and they went home to their people. When
they told the strange story, all the people said
Battao's lover had drowned himself, and other
men began to come every hour. But Battao
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would not look at them or their presents, saying
that her lover was not dead, that he said before
he jumped into the water he would come
back in twelve days. None of her people be-
lieved Battao ; and her maids went into the
wood, wailing and mourning for her loss. But
every day when the sun was half-way on its
journey, she would call her maids from the
wood and lead them down to the water. Then
they would paddle their canoes to the place
where Battao's lover had disappeared, and she
would look down into the water, in which she
could see the clouds, the sun, and even the trees
and mountains, all looking at themselves. She
saw not the brave and handsome lover until the
twelfth day came. And then, while she looked
down, he sprang up out of the shining water
into Battao's canoe."
" Oh, how happy she must have been ! " cried
Virginia.
"Yes, very happy," continued Iosco, "and
all of Battao's people; for her lover brought
many presents with him, rare and wonderful
flowers that grow in the sea, and large pearls.
For Battao he brought beautiful coral. Then
there was a great happiness among all the peo-
ple ; for Battao and her lover were married. As
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they paddled out in their canoe one day soon
after, Battao asked her lover where he went to
down in the water. He told her his people
lived there, and he wanted her to go and see
his tribe, where they hunted whales and seals,
and gathered pearls and coral and beautiful
shells, such as she had never seen. She took
his hand, and together they sprang into the
shining water. All the maidens, seeing the
water swallow Battao up, gave a great cry that
shook the whole forest. But she called out to
them that she would come back to see her
father. All her people mourned for her, and
said some evil spirit must have taken her, and
she must now be a fish in the water. But on
the twelfth day she came to her people and to
her father's wigwam, and told great and wonder-
ful stories of the things she had seen. And she
brought beautiful presents to her father, and
to all her people. When she would go back,
her father bowed down and grieved so that he
would have died, but that she put her hand on
his breast and promised him that while he lived
his daughter would be with him six moons
every year. And so she was; the rest of the
time she was with her husband in the big sea-
water. But she still remembered and loved her
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people, and warns them of storms, even to this
day, our captive said. She is seen over the
place where she and her lover went down, and
she looks tall and misty. No one dares come
near her, for something dreadful has happened
to all who have ever tried; before every dread-
ful storm she comes, and the people call the
island to which she and her maidens went to
listen to the lover's wonderful stories, the island
of Battao."
They sat silently for a few moments, when
Iosco had finished the story ; then Virginia
asked, " Do you think, Iosco, that all can tell
whether they will love each other when they
look at each other for the first time ? "
There was a strange look in Iosco's eyes, as
he answered, " Iosco can tell little about such
things, Owaissa ; some people surely could."
After another pause, Virginia said, "• Your
stories are so beautiful, Iosco, and I love them ;
but they make me wish that I knew more of
the stories of my people ; there must be many
that I have never heard, and even some of those
my mother told me I have forgotten. I ought to
have remembered them, and then I could tell
you them, and teach you more about our God.
I speak of him only to you, Iosco, for I know
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SO little ; I cannot even remember for myself ;
and when I try to talk to Mistress Wilkins
about him, she shakes her head and says, ' Oh !
he has forgotten us. If he loved us he would
take us from this place ; don't speak to me about
him, child, this is not his land. He cannot
hear us when we speak to him. There is no
priest or altar to hallow the land.' But, Iosco,
when I am alone in the forest sometimes, and
all is still, I can almost hear him speaking to
me, and I feel and know that he is close to me,
and I want so much to know him. I can only
kneel down and say as mamma used, ' Dear Lord,'
and I know he heai'S me. Beth or Patience
or any of the others does not know as much as
I: they have forgotten, or were never taught
as I was, and you know I could not ask any of
the men. Patience says they are the very
worst that came over from England. I wish
you knew, Iosco."
He did not reply; and they sat quietly to-
gether, only the song of the little birds above,
and the sound of the falling water broke the
perfect stillness.
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Battao & The Batil Merman
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Page 01: Legend of the Clay (Mud) BABIES
Visitors to the west end of Fox Island (Batil Merman) often wonder why the waves wash the pebbles up in the shape of birds, fish or other animals. According to an old Indian legend, the daughter of Batil played there in the sand many years ago and shaped the mud into various forms. After a while, she would tire of her play and then wash her hands in the creek making the waters muddy. In time this place came to be known by the name of TCEKWILA'LGO or Muddy Water. When she grew to womanhood many young Indian men from far and near sought to marry her but she would not marry any of them. One evening as she walked along the beach to her usual playground a strange young brave suddenly appeared by. After some time he came to speak with her. The next evening he came ne again, and the next until the fourth night. Each morning he departed as mysteriously as he came. Interested in the young brave, the young woman decided she would discover the path he followed on his return home. On the fourth morning she saw him reach the shore and stepping into the water, he disappeared as mysteriously as he came The Indian maiden told her parents of this strange happening. As the parents talked and thought of this strange event they became alarmed. They knew that this must be the son of "The Old Man of the Sea" and if they gave offense by refusing to allow their daughter to marry his son, then he might dry up the springs on the island Their fears were not groundless as events soon proved. The water in the springs disappeared and as if by magic the grass became brown and the crops died.
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Page 02: Legend of the Clay (Mud) BABIES
As soon as the parents gave their consent for their daughter to marry the springs returned to normal. At last one day the young man came to claim his wife. Taking her hand they stepped into the sea and disappeared beneath the surface. Three times the daughter returned to visit her parents. On the fourth visit there was kelp growing on her face. She was changing, assuming more of the nature of a sea creature Her parents were saddened to see her so changed and told her it would be better if she did not return again. She left them forever to live with her husband under the water. Now when she becomes lonesome she returns to her old playground and makes the odd shapes that visitors find in the clay and sand. A floating buoy marks the spot midway between Fox Island and the town of Steilacoom under which they built their home The Geology of Clay Babies Clay Babies (sometimes called Mud Babies) are found in two places-Australia and Fox Island- where large veins of clay extend from the hanks out onto the These natural formations made by the pressure of the earth pushing beach. downward and forcing the wet oozing blue clay upwards. The clay emerges in finger-like strata stuck in the mud and sand. The action of the tide washes and rolls the finger-like strata removing the softer clay and sand and makes fascinating one of a kind shapes Saving our Fox Island Clay Babies Although not an official park, the Fox Island Sand Spit is a PenMet property and it prohibits the removal of natural elements including clay babies, driftwood, etc.
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Legend of The Clay BABIES:
Batil Mermen that visited the west end of Battao Island were often perplexed as to why the waves wash up pebbles in the shape of birds, fish and other animals.
According to native folklore, the daughter of Batil played there in the sand and shaped the mud into various forms for fun.
After a while, she would tire of her play and then wash her hands in the creek making the waters muddy.
TCEKWILA'LGO, which means "Muddy Water," earned the name for this location over time.
When she reached womanhood many young Indian men from far and near sought to marry her but she refused to marry any of them.
One evening as she walked along the beach to her normal playing grounds, she was joined by a curious young brave.
He approached her after some time had gone by to speak with her. They enjoyed each other's company and conversations.
They would talk under the moon all night by the water's edge. He returned the next evening, and the night after that, and so on until the fourth night.
Each morning, he left as mysteriously as he had arrived. The young woman was so fascinated with the young brave that she decided to follow his path home.
On the fourth morning, she watched him approach the coast and take a step into the sea before disappearing under the waters as mysteriously as he would appeared.
Never coming back to the surface until the following night.
The Indian maiden's parents were informed of this bizarre experience. The parents became concerned as they discussed and contemplated this bizarre phenomenon.
They were certain that this brave was the son of "The Old Man of the Sea."
They were afraid that if they insulted him by refusing to let their daughter marry his son, the island's springs would all dry up.
As events would soon show, their fears were not unwarranted. As if by magic, the water in the springs gone, the grass became brown, and the crops died.
As soon as the parents agreed to their daughter's marriage, the springs returned to normal. The young brave eventually arrived to claim his bride.
With their hands intertwined, they stepped under the waves and vanished beneath the surface. Three times the maiden returned to see her parents.
Kelp and barnacles had begun to develop on her face by the fourth visit. She was morphing and taking on the appearance of a sea creature.
Her parents were saddened to see her in such a different state and advised her not to return to visit anymore.
For the youngsters, her appearance had become too hideous and frightening, and they refused to play near the water.
She left them forever to live with her husband under the waves.
When she becomes lonesome, she goes back to her old playground and creates the peculiar sculptures that tourists can discover in the clay and sand.
A floating buoy marks the area where they erected their home halfway between Battao Island and Steilacoom.
Clay Babies (also known as Mud Babies) can be found in two locations: Australia and Fox Island, where enormous veins of clay emerge out onto the beach.
These natural formations are caused by the earth's pressure pushing the moist oozing blue clay upwards. The clay emerges from the mud and sand in finger-like strata.
The water washes and twists the finger-like layers, removing the softer clay and sand and revealing unique structures in the process.
On Battao Island, Clay Babies are being protected federally, tribally and personally on the private beaches by the island community.
The Sand Spit on Fox Island (Battao Island) is a PenMet property that strictly prohibits the removal of natural components like as clay babies and driftwood.