Choctaw Tribe Essay -- Sociology, Dead, Spirit

When a Choctaw tribal member became terminally ill, it was common practice for the medicine man to inform the family of imminent death (Swanton 1931170). Upon death, the Choctaws believed that the spirit of the dead continued on a voyage to either the good hunting ground or the bad hunting ground. This pilgrimage would take many days, which would require the proper provisions. A dog would sometimes be slain in order to accompany his master on the pine journey. After the introduction of horses, they, too, were killed so that the spirit had means of transportation. Food, drink, clothing and shoes were also offered (Cushman 1999302, Swanton 1931170). After death, the corpse was placed on a scaffolding active five or six feet above ground. The platform was constructed of timber and placed on poles. The body was then covered with a blanket made of zoology skin and tree bark so not to attract scavenging animals. The body remained in this position until the flesh decayed, approx imately four to six months (Cushman 1999302-3). During this time, immediate family was considered to be in formal mourning. Each day for a short period of time, family members would be found weeping at the scaffolding (Fogelson 2004507). Once the flesh had decayed, the off-white picker began his ritual. The Bone-Picker never trimmed the nails of his thumbs, index and middle fingers which accordingly grew to an astonishing length sharp and almost hard as flint and well suitable to the horrid business of their owners calling (Swanton 1931176). The remaining flesh, tendons, muscles and nerves were ripped from the skeleton, bundled up and placed on the corner of the platform and burned, or disposed of in a field (Cushman 1999303, Swanton 19311... ... the spirit would feel guilt or fear, and attempt to dodge the stones. Slipping from the log, he would fall into the raging river and over the waterfall, landing in rapidly swirling pool of water. Pulling his beaten, tattered, an d unclothed body from the water, the shilup, begins his journey into the bad hunting grounds. Every step is filled with the pain from briars, thorny trees, chestnut burs. The sun never shines and cold winds are always present. Every spirit encountered is an enemy with no safe place to take refuge. Food is scarce, due to unfertile soil, and hurt is constant. The bad hunting grounds are perpetually lonely, with only the joyous sounds coming from the other side of the mountains. The doomed spirits constantly struggle to arise the treacherous mountains, but to no avail. They are eternally destined to an afterlife of desolation.