originally posted by: solve
reply to post by mikemck1976
okay, so we have now, two completely different, miniature remains,,,, what a world, what a world...
have you ever heard, about the native american legend, (dont remember the tribe) about a couple of indian warriors that ventured to south america?
they met a race of exactly the same sized people, as in those photos,
they lived in tiny houses, made from sticks and stones, and birds, (geese, if i remember correctly) were their mortal enemies, so the indian warriors
taught the little men, how to fight of the birds, by hitting them in the neck with sticks,
but after a while, crane birds came, and the little men tried to reach their necks, but could not reach them,
so the cranes killed them all,
they would have survived, if they had not started fighting the birds,,,, their original technique was simply to hide until the birds left....
The story you are talking about...
Native American Legends
Tsvdigewi (Little People)
An American Indian Legend - Nation Unknown
Several thousand winters before the first Unega set foot on our shores, some young men of the Cherokee nation set out to see what was in the world.
They traveled south until they came to a tribe of little people, called "Tsvdigewi". These people had very unusually shaped bodies and were hardly
tall enough to come up to a man's knee. They did not have houses but lived in nests scooped out in the sand, which were covered with dried grass.
The little fellows were so weak and puny that they could not fight at all and were constantly afraid of the wild geese and other birds that came in
great flocks from the south to make war on them.
Just at the time that the travelers got there, they found the little men in great fear because there was strong wind blowing in from the south and it
blew white feathers up and down the sand so that the Tsvdigewi knew their enemies were coming, and would be there soon.
The Cherokee young men asked them why they did not defend themselves and they said they could not because they did not know how. There was no time to
make bows and arrows, but the travelers told them to take up sticks and use them as clubs, and showed them where to hit the birds on their necks to
The wind blew for several days and at last the birds came; there were so many that they were like a giant cloud in the air and when they landed, the
entire area was covered with birds so that no-one could walk more than a few steps without bumping into one.
The little men ran to their nests and the birds followed and stuck their long bills into the nests to pull them out and eat them. But this time the
little men had their clubs, and they struck the birds on the neck the way the Cherokee young men had shown them, and managed after several hours to
kill most of them.
The other birds flew away in disappointment. The little men thanked the Cherokee young men for their help and gave them the best food they had until
the travelers went on to see the other tribes.
They heard afterwards that the birds came again several times, but that the Tsvdigewi always drove them off with their clubs. But one day a flock of
Sandhill Cranes came. They were so tall that the little men could not reach high enough to hit them on the neck and after several hours of fighting
the cranes killed them all.