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« on: January 25, 2008, 01:22:31 PM »
A folktale I found while googling random things the other day.
http://www.curbstone.org/index.cfm?webpage=112

It's taken from the book Legendary Connecticut.

I found it interesting - it's about a black fox that can be hunted, as arrows and bullets go right through it, and is said to have been responsible for the disappearances for some of the hunters who tried to get it for its fur.

What do you think?
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« Reply #1 on: January 28, 2008, 03:08:07 AM »
Fascinating.

It sounds like a story the Indians would tell to their children to teach them the punishment for greed.

It is strange that the story continues with the rifle and the arrival of the Europeans, it may be that there is a bit of truth to the story.

It might be nothing more that anyone who goes missing while hunting in the area is assumed to have been chasing the black fox. And the ones that return use the excuse of the "spirit fox" as the reason why they failed in their hunting.

However it is nice to hear that the west has its own Kitsuné (or Sugila / Tokala to the Lakota) legends!
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