Dear Shadow Tribe,
Visiting the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina? Beware of Spearfinger, the stone witch of Whiteside Mountain. The one who eats human liver. The Cherokee families had a name for her before any park road cut the Appalachian ridges: U'tlun'ta. It means someone who has a sharp part on them. In her case, a finger. English turned that into Spearfinger.
The fullest early write-up in English comes from James Mooney, a Smithsonian researcher who sat with Cherokee storytellers in the late 1800s and published Myths of the Cherokee in 1900 (Amazon link).
She looks like an old woman. The difference is the body. Her skin is stone. Arrows break on it. On her right hand the forefinger is a long awl of bone. She keeps that hand closed or hidden under a robe. The closed fist is where her heart sits. She can also pick up huge rocks and stick them together just by knocking one against the other. Because of her stone hide she is sometimes called Stone-dress. She is not a giant, though she can do giant-like things. Mooney adds a warning that later writers ignore: there was another stone-covered killer in these mountains, and that one is a different story.
She eats human liver.
She does not have to chase. She simply becomes whoever gets close to her, perhaps a grandmother, mother or aunt. She calls the children over and offers to comb their hair. The finger works through the hair until the child sleeps. Then the awl goes in at the neck or the chest, the liver comes out, and the skin closes. No cut. No pain at the time. The child walks home, sickens over the next few days, and dies.
The fullest early write-up in English comes from James Mooney, a Smithsonian researcher who sat with Cherokee storytellers in the late 1800s and published Myths of the Cherokee in 1900 (Amazon link).
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She eats human liver.
She does not have to chase. She simply becomes whoever gets close to her, perhaps a grandmother, mother or aunt. She calls the children over and offers to comb their hair. The finger works through the hair until the child sleeps. Then the awl goes in at the neck or the chest, the liver comes out, and the skin closes. No cut. No pain at the time. The child walks home, sickens over the next few days, and dies.
Hunters who met her away from the towns heard her singing to herself:
Uwe′la nátsĭkû′. Su′ să′ sai′. Liver, I eat it. Su′ să′ sai′.
The first line is the boast. Su′ să′ sai′ is the chant under it. It works like a drumbeat, not a second sentence.Her footsteps on the ridges carried like thunder down into the towns along the Little Tennessee River. Birds flew up ahead of her. When the birds scattered and the thunder rolled, people knew she was on the move.
The Pit
The towns finally called a council. Mooney names Tomotley, Tenase, Settico, Chota, and their neighbors. They dug a deep pit, lined it with sharpened stakes, hid it under brush, and sent up a thick column of smoke. From Chilhowee Mountain she saw the smoke, thought the people were roasting chestnuts, and came at a run. Her feet knocked loose rock off the ridge. Up close she still looked like a frail old woman from the next town. She stepped on the cover and fell in.
The stakes shattered. The arrows shattered. She cut at them with her spearfinger from the bottom of the hole.
A titmouse landed overhead and sang a note that sounded like the word for heart. The warriors shot her chest and wasted their points. They cut that bird's tongue out for lying. Mooney says it flew straight up and never came back, and that the titmouse in the woods now is only a copy of the liar.
Then a chickadee dropped onto the closed right hand. One warrior took the hint and drove a point into the joint where the stone finger met the wrist. The hidden heart split. She fell. They cut the hand off and hung it outside the town as a warning to the other stone beings.
That is why the chickadee is called a truth-teller by the Cherokee. If it lands by the house while someone is away, the old reading is that he is coming home safe.
Cherokee storytellers still tell this. A later Eastern Band version, from Kathi Smith Littlejohn (Amazon link), keeps the same ending and lets a boy learn the secret after he frees a trapped bird. Same stone hide. Same hidden heart.
Where She Walked
Her home mountain in the old account is Whiteside, above the Cashiers and Highlands country in Jackson County (where I once lived, though I never met her). Cherokee speakers treated it as a thunder mountain. She also used the dark passes of the Nantahala, and on the Tennessee side the gap where Chilhowee comes down toward the Little Tennessee. One spot in that country still carried her name in the late 1800s: Spearfinger Place, in what is now Blount County.
She tried to shorten the walk. From a cliff called the Tree Rock on the Hiwassee, she started a bridge of stone through the air toward Whiteside. It reached too close to the world above. Lightning broke it. The people Mooney talked to said the broken pieces still lay along that ridge, and that anyone who went there could point them out.
Suggested Reading
- James Mooney, Myths of the Cherokee (1900).
- H. ten Kate, "Legends of the Cherokees," Journal of American Folklore (1889). A Western Cherokee version under the name Uilata.
- Barbara R. Duncan, ed., Living Stories of the Cherokee (1998). Includes Kathi Smith Littlejohn's "Spearfinger."
