Legend of the Banana Plant In the early days when the world was new, spirits and ghosts

lurked everywhere. They lived in gloomy caves, they hid in anthills and tree trunks they frolicked in nooks and corners under the houses. In the dark, sometimes their tiny voices could be heard dimly, or their ghostly presence be felt. But they were never seen. It was during these days of phantoms and unseen spirits that a young and beautiful girl lived. Her name was Raya, and she was a girl bold and daring. She was never afraid of spirits. She would walk in the shadowy forests, bringing along a lighted candle. Then she would tiptoe into dark and dirty caves, searching the place for spirits. Raya only felt or heard them never having seen them. But Raya always felt the presence of one kind spirit, whenever she walked in the forest the spirit was with her at all times. One day she heard someone call her name, and she looked up to see a young handsome man. She asked him who he was, and he replied that his name was Sagin, and he was the spirit who followed her around, and even confessed that he had fallen in love with a mortal. They married had a child and lived happily, but Sag-in knew that his time on earth was short for he was a spirit-man, and would have to return to the spirit world soon. When he knew his time had come, he called Raya and explained why he had to leave. As he was slowly vanishing, he told Raya that he would leave her a part of him. Raya looked down and saw a bleeding heart on the ground. She took the heart and planted it. She watched it night and day. A plant with long green leaves sprouted from the grave. One day, the tree bore fruit shaped like a heart. She touched the fruit and caressed it. Thinking could this be Sag-in's heart? Slowly the fruit opened , Long golden fruits sprouted from it. Raya picked one, peeled it and bit into it. Then, she heard Sag-in's voice floating in the air: "Yes, Raya, it is my heart. I have reappeared to show you that I will never forsake you and our child. Take care of this plant, and it will take care of you in return. It's trunk and leaves will give you shelter and clothing. The heart and fruits will be your food. And when you sleep at night, I will stand and watch by your window. I will stay by your side forever!"

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The Story of Myth To the Haida people of the Queen Charlotte Islands, it was known as K'iid K'iyaas, "theelder spruce." It was not the tallest tree in the forest, though it was still a giant by most standards, standing 165 feet tall and measuring more than twenty feet around at its base. At about age 300, it was not the oldest tree in the tribal area, either, for the Queen Charlotte Islands, which lie off the central coast of British Columbia, are still home to some of the most ancient stands of timber on the continent, even after nearly a century of logging. What was remarkable about the spruce was its color: a lambent yellow, caused by a rare genetic mutation that affected its ability to make chlorophyll. The unusual brightness of its foliage among the dense greenery of the Northwest rainforest made it seem to glow with its own inner light, and visitors not familiar with the Haida mythical name always referred to it as the Golden Spruce. For as long as anyone could remember, the Golden Spruce had stood not far from the shore of the Yakoun River, which runs through the center of Graham Island. A local timber company had set aside a small area of uncut timber around the tree, partly as a recreational resource and partly as a gesture to environmentalists. But sometime between January 20 and January 23, 1997, the Golden Spruce came down, crushing the undergrowth around it and hitting the ground with one end hanging over the bank of the Yakoun. Although no one saw it fall, the cause was soon evident: someone had killed the spruce by carefully slicing into it with a chain saw at strategic points around the trunk, cutting nearly all the way through and leaving a hinge of wood just thick enough at its core to keep it upright. Like the living dead, the tree was poised to crash to the ground with the slightest breath of wind. The arbocide, it soon emerged, had been perpetrated by one Grant Hadwin, a fortyish logger and surveyor from the mainland who had become increasingly upset with the environmental effects of the big timber industries on coastal forests. In a message he sent to the local newspapers, Hadwin referred to the spruce as the "pet plant" of the logging companies. Speaking to reporters, he claimed to have no animosity to the native Haida, who venerated the tree. Nor, he insisted, was he insane. Insanity, to Hadwin, was the notion that protecting a few isolated patches of wildness would make up for the wholesale rape of old-growth forests. "When society places so much value on one mutant tree and ignores what happens to the rest of the forest, it's not the person who points this out who should be labeled."