The Tao of Raven: An Alaska Native Memoir Manuscript, Proofs, Author’s Notes, and Correspondence Item Type Other Authors Hayes, Ernestine Citation Hayes, Ernestine. The Tao of Raven: An Alaska Native Memoir. University of Washington Press, 2016 Publisher University of Washington Press Download date 04/10/2021 17:33:21 Link to Item http://hdl.handle.net/11122/8236 University of Alaska Southeast From the ScholarWorks@UA collection of Ernestine Hayes March 30, 2018 The Tao of Raven: An Alaska Native Memoir Manuscript, Proofs, Author’s Notes, and Correspondence Ernestine Hayes Table of Contents with PDF page numbers: Item 1: Redlined Full Manuscript ...…………………………………………………………………………………………………………2 Item 2: Author Instructions for Reviewing Edited Files from University of Washington Press.................177 Item 3: Memo to Author from Editor (March 8, 2016)…………………………………………………………………………179 Item 4: Memo to Editor from Author (March 21, 2016)……………………………………………………………………….180 Item 5: Manuscript Changes Accepted: Front matter. Prologue. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Acknowledgments. Running Heads. Style Sheet……………………………………………………………………………….181 Item 6: “Braided with Six New Threads and Notes”……………………………………………………………………………..359 Item 7: “Braided Six Revised Final”………………………………………………………………………………………………………509 Item 8: Tao of Raven Cover Image……………………………………………………………………………………………………….666 The Tao of Raven: An Alaska Native Memoir was published by University of Washington Press in 2016. http://www.washington.edu/uwpress/search/books/HAYTAO.html Material given to the UAS Egan Library by Ernestine Hayes in 2018. Permission to digitize and post in Scholarworks@UA given by Hayes in 2018. Available at: https://scholarworks.alaska.edu/handle/11122/8182 <hti>The Tao of Raven From the UAS ScholarWorks collection of Ernestine Hayes / The Tao of Raven Manuscript / Item 1: Redlined Full Manuscript <ti>The Tao of Raven <sti>An Alaska Native Memoir Deleted: n <tau>Ernestine Hayes <pub>University of Washington Press <pp>Seattle and London From the UAS ScholarWorks collection of Ernestine Hayes / The Tao of Raven Manuscript / Item 1: Redlined Full Manuscript <sv>[Subventions TK?] <cp>© 2016 by Ernestine Hayes Printed and bound in [[TK]] Design by [[TK]] Composed in [[TK]], typeface designed by [[TK]] 20<ems>19<ems>18<ems>17<ems>16<ems><ems>5<ems>4<ems>3<ems>2<ems>1 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Portions of this work have appeared in similar form in Studies in American Indian Literature, Made of Salmon, Huffington Post, Tidal Echoes, Mud City Journal, and 49 Writers. University of Washington Press www.washington.edu/uwpress Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Surname, Firstname, birthdate–. <ems>Title : subtitle / Author. <ems><ems>p.<ems><ems>cm. <ems>Includes bibliographical references and index. <ems>ISBN 978-0-295-XXXXX-X (hardcover : alk. paper); ISBN 978-0-295-XXXXX-X (pbk. : alk. paper) 1. Subject—Subsubject.<ems>2. Subject—Subsubject.<ems>3. Subject—Subsubject.<ems>4. Subject—Subsubject.<ems>I. Title.<ems>II. Series. <ems>ClassifNumber<ems>Year <ems>Dewey<pr>Number—dc23 <flr>CatalogNumber The paper used in this publication is acid-free and meets the minimum requirements of American National Standard for Information Sciences—Permanence of Paper for Printed Library Materials, ANSI Z39.48–1984. ∞ From the UAS ScholarWorks collection of Ernestine Hayes / The Tao of Raven Manuscript / Item 1: Redlined Full Manuscript <ft>Prologue <tx1>At a time so long ago it can be measured neither by following the moon’s slow dance nor by tracing the sun’s brightened path (had moon and sun then been part of life), darkness was upon the face of the world. This circumstance made it difficult for human beings to conduct their ordinary lives. For example, how much more difficult to impress one another when decisions are Deleted: greater the Deleted: y made in the dark. How much more difficult to recognize an ally, how much more difficult to Deleted: greater the Deleted: y praise another’s significance, thereby increasing one’s own importance. How much more Deleted: one difficult to confront a shadow, to challenge the gloom. In such an unbrightened world, light does Deleted: cases Deleted: as this not reveal itself. It must be stolen. <tx>Liberated. Reclaimed, some might say. Raven has always and not always been around to be amused at the pitiful antics of self- important human beings, and no doubt he found amusement in the ill-composed conditions of a Deleted: such Deleted: as darkened world. But, although he may have discerned intrigue and opportunity, although he may have sensed illicit adventure, although he could well have been distracted by wonders that he alone could see, nevertheless Raven decided to do something about the darkness. Raven knew about an old man who lived with his daughter in a well-fortified house in an isolated place at the top of a river far away. This old man, it was said, kept in his house precious bentwood boxes in which could be found answers to the darkness. It was said that this old man guarded these boxes even more carefully than he guarded his daughter. He allowed his daughter to venture outside the house for such purposes as gathering roots and collecting water, but never did he allow his precious boxes to be removed from his house or even to be opened, or even to be looked upon, or even to be confessed.[[I love the word confessed here, but there’s a chance Formatted: Font:Bold, Font color: Light Blue From the UAS ScholarWorks collection of Ernestine Hayes / The Tao of Raven Manuscript / Item 1: Redlined Full Manuscript it will throw readers, since it’s an unconventional use of the word. Swap in “named” or “acknowledged” or some other alternative?]] Formatted: Font:Bold, Font color: Light Blue Raven decided that it was a good time to investigate. But when Raven traveled to that old man’s house, built so close to the Nass River, he was unable to discover an easy entry. In other words, there was no doorway through which he could be invited; there was no window through which he could climb. Though Raven walked around and around and around that old man’s house, he never was able to find a direct way to get inside. But Raven noticed that every once in a while that old man’s daughter appeared outside the house and carried a container down to the rippling water, where she filled the woven water- basket from the fresh clear stream. Although Raven studied her every move, he was unable to perceive how she gained entry back into the house. These riddles kept him puzzling for what would have been days had there been daylight and for what would have been nights had there been stars. After much deliberation, after careful calculation, after he finally decided that the proper moment had arrived, Raven transformed Deleted: finally himself into a pine needle and dropped himself into the water that the old man’s daughter was Deleted: in that form about to drink, at which time that old man’s daughter, no doubt tasting water sweeter than she had tasted ever before, swallowed Raven in his pine-needle form. When that immediate inevitable moment revealed its endless existence, Raven transformed himself and was transformed and that old man’s daughter became pregnant with Raven-child.[[I get that this Formatted: Font:Bold first phrase needs to convey a moment of metaphysical intensity, but I wonder if this formulation is so dense that it will stop some readers. I’d suggest “When that immediate inevitable moment revealed itself, revealed its endless existence” or some other slightly more expansive version.]] From the UAS ScholarWorks collection of Ernestine Hayes / The Tao of Raven Manuscript / Item 1: Redlined Full Manuscript After waiting a while inside his mother’s womb, Raven allowed himself to be born, whereupon he entered the guarded house, and reentered the unguarded world, in the manifestation of a newborn human baby. At once he became something more dear to that old man’s eyes than even those precious boxes of light. That delighted grandfather, that old man, loved to pretend to chase his grandchild from the front of his house to the back, past the curtained sleeping crannies, past the piled-high plain wooden boxes of dryfish and seaweed, past the woven water-baskets, past the house posts, past Deleted: the screen, around again to the opposite wall, catching him and spinning dreams and hopes into the contented air. The old man delighted more and more in his Raven grandchild, playing peek- a-boo games and singing him lullabies and feeding him tender tidbits of salmon cheeks and the steamed soft eggs of seabirds still crying for their young. At the rare times that Raven fussed, the old grandfather bounced baby Raven on his knee and nuzzled baby Raven’s neck and checked the moss around baby Raven’s sleeping place to satisfy himself that it remained dry and soft and safe. After a while, after a not-yet-measured time, Raven began to cry for those bentwood boxes. Raven must have been confident that, no matter how strong the spirits that protected the Deleted: N boxes and the priceless objects inside, the love his grandparent held for him was still deeper and Deleted: Raven must have been confident that more secure. When baby Raven cried for the first bentwood box, the old man must surely have thought to refuse. But Raven kept crying, and the old man gave in, just as Raven knew he would do. Raven’s grandfather watched him open that first box and admire all the stars that it contained.