Our theology, even where science has most ridiculed it, is based on a great, a gigantic truth.  Paradise, the summer land of fruits, the serpent, the fire from heaven, the expulsion, the waving sword, the “fall of man,” the “darkness on the face of the deep,” the age of toil and sweat—­all, all, are literal facts.

And could we but penetrate their meaning, the trees of life and knowledge and the apples of paradise probably represent likewise great and important facts or events in the history of our race.

And with what slow steps did mankind struggle upward!  In some favored geographical center they recovered the arts of metallurgy, the domestication of animals, and the alphabet.

“All knowledge,” says the Hindoo Krishna, “was originally bestowed on mankind by God.  They lost it.  They recovered it as a recollection.”

The poor barbarian Indians of America possess traditions of this ancient civilization, traditions in forms as rude as their own condition.

It was represented by the Great Hare, Manibozho, or Nanaboshu.

Do we not find his typical picture, with those great mule-tufts, (referred to by Professor Winchell,) the hare-like ears, on this coin of Illinois?

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Read what the Indians tell of this great being

“From the remotest wilds of the Northwest,” says Dr. Brinton, “to the coast of the Atlantic, from the southern boundaries of Carolina to the cheerless swamps of Hudson’s Bay, the Algonquins were never tired of gathering around the winter fire and repeating the story of Manibozho or Michabo, the Great Hare.  With entire unanimity their various branches, the Powhatans of Virginia, the Lenni-Lenape of the Delaware, the warlike hordes of New England, the Ottawas of the far North, and the Western tribes, perhaps without exception, spoke of this ‘chimerical beast,’ as one of the old missionaries calls it as their common ancestor.  The totem or clan which bore his name was looked up to with peculiar respect. . . .

“What he really was we must seek in the accounts of older travelers, in the invocations of the jossakeeds or prophets, and in the part assigned to him in the solemn mysteries of religion.  In these we find him portrayed as the patron and founder of the Meda worship, the inventor of picture-writing, the father and guardian of their nation, the ruler of the winds, even the maker and preserver of the world and creator of the sun and moon.  From a grain of sand brought from the bottom of the primeval ocean, he fashioned the habitable land, and set it floating on the waters till it grew to such a size that a strong young wolf, running constantly, died of old age ere he reached its limits. . . .  He was the founder of the medicine-hunt. . . .  He himself was a mighty hunter of old. . . .  Attentively watching the spider spread its web to trap unwary flies, he devised the art of knitting nets to catch fish."[1]