Pushmataha, Choctaw Indian 1812
Well, if the white chief must know, tell him that Apushamatahahubib has neither father nor mother, nor kinsman upon the earth. Tell him that once upon a time, far away from here in the great forests of the Choctaw Nation, a dark cloud arose from the western
horizon, and with astonishing velocity, traveled up the arched expanse. In silence profound, all animate nature stood apart; soon the fearful cloud reached the zenith, then as quickly spread its dark mantle o'er the sky entire, shutting out the light of the sun and wrapping earth in midnight gloom. Then burst the cloud and rose the wind; and while falling rains and howling winds, lightnings gleam and thunders roar, in wild confusion blended, a blinding flash blazed athwart the sky, then hurled its strength against a might oak and cleft it in equal twain from its utmost top to lowest bottom; when lo! from its riven trunk leaped a might man; in stature, perfect; in wisdom, profound; in bravery, unequalled -- a full-fledged warrior. ‘Twas Apushamatahahubib.