{"id":227,"date":"2005-05-03T21:41:25","date_gmt":"2005-05-04T01:41:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/dbnews\/2005\/05\/03\/legends-of-ancash\/"},"modified":"2005-05-03T21:41:25","modified_gmt":"2005-05-04T01:41:25","slug":"legends-of-ancash","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/dowbrigade\/2005\/05\/03\/legends-of-ancash\/","title":{"rendered":"Legends of Ancash"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a4985'><\/a><\/p>\n<table width=\"537\" border=\"0\" align=\"center\">\n<tr>\n<td><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/dowbrigade.com\/VillaMaria\/introhead.jpg\" width=\"537\" height=\"310\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>\n<p>Now, for something a bit different, the Dowbrigade would like to dig out and dust off his  Ethnographer&#8217;s pith helmet. The Paucity of postings during the past few days is due to our work putting the final touches on the web page of our son&#8217;s new Eco-tourism Hotel nestled in a valley high in the Andes mountains. While we cannot officially announce it until we get the OK from the boss, we can post a link to one part of the site:  the continuing compilation of our translations of the legends of the region, one of the earliest inhabited spots on the entire Americn continent, North or South.<\/p>\n<p>\n      High in the Peruvian Andes lies an isolated valley, rich in history<br \/>\n        and natural wonders, called the Callejon de Huaylas. It is home to some<br \/>\n        of the oldest known human habitation in the New World &#8211; some 14,000 years<br \/>\n        ago. Long before the reign of the Incas and the invasion of the Conquistadors,<br \/>\n        this rich ecosystem was the center of the Chavin civilization, one of<br \/>\n        the oldest in Peru. And thousands of years before that, the area was<br \/>\n        inhabited by prehistoric, neolithic tribes.<\/p>\n<p> In the 1980s a cave was discovered a few kilometers north of Carhuaz,<br \/>\n        on the other side of the R?o Santa in the Cordillera Negra. The cave<br \/>\n        contained bones of mastodons and llamas and suggested human occupation<br \/>\n        dating from as far back as 12000 BC. Situated close to a natural rock<br \/>\n        formation which looks vaguely like a guitar, the site is now known as<br \/>\n        the cave of Hombre Guitarrera (Guitar Man).<\/p>\n<p>  The legends in this collection can trace their origins to the Chavin culture.<br \/>\n  Reaching its height between 400 and 600 B.C., the Chavin civilization was known<br \/>\n  for its intense design skill, fueled by ritual use of psychedelic snuff, especially<br \/>\n  visible in their advanced textile and metal work. After a prolonged and gradual<br \/>\n  decline, they were eventually conquered by the Incas less than a hundred years<br \/>\n  before the arrival of the Spaniards.<\/p>\n<p>  This wide valley, some 200 km long, is split by the Santa River and fringed<br \/>\n  by a picturesque group of towns and villages, among them Huaraz, Carhuaz, Yungay<br \/>\n  and Caraz. Today, the Callejon is known as the &quot;Switzerland of South America&quot; and<br \/>\n  is a center of mountain climbing and eco-tourism.<\/p>\n<p>  It is largely a land which time forgot. Wedged between two soaring mountain<br \/>\n  chains -the Cordillera Negra and Cordillera Blanca- the Callejon de Huaylas<br \/>\n  offers incomparable Andian vistas, an indigenous population living largely<br \/>\n  as their ancestors did centuries ago, and easy access to snow-capped peaks,<br \/>\n  pristine mountain lakes, and little-known ancient ruins.<\/p>\n<p>  It is here, in the still-under-construction &quot;<a href=\"http:\/\/dowbrigade.com\/VillaMaria\">Eco-Hostal<br \/>\n  Villa Maria<\/a>&quot;, built and managed by our eldest son on land we bought<br \/>\n  before he was born, a complete escape from the wired world and our normal concerns<br \/>\n  and behavior patterns, holed up in a cozy adobe cabin, two simple rooms with<br \/>\n  a hand-crafted fireplace, electricity but no phone or internet access, that<br \/>\n  we came across a slim volume published by a tiny local press and titled &quot;Legends<br \/>\n  of Ancash.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>  It contained a charming and revealing collection of myths and legends, collected<br \/>\n  over 20 years by Marcos Yauri Monteros and first published in 1961 by P.L.<br \/>\n  Villanueva, Lima, ed. The stories were collected from three main sources throughout<br \/>\n  the Callejon: 1) high school students, most of them living in towns and monolingual<br \/>\n  in Spanish; older people from the town and villages, almost all bilingual Spanish-Quechua,<br \/>\n  and 3) camposinos, nearly all monolingual Quechua speakers. Quechua is the<br \/>\n  most widely-spoken indigenous language in the entire Andean region, a linguistic<br \/>\n  descendent of the language of the Incas, and the second &quot;official&quot; language<br \/>\n  of Peru. <\/p>\n<p>Although our translation is imperfect and the last in a chain of oral<br \/>\n        and written transition covering centuries and at least three languages,<br \/>\n        we think the stories are poignant and revealing in their own right, and<br \/>\n        offer a tantalizing glimpse into another world. Here is another of the<br \/>\n        ten Legends of Ancash.<\/p>\n<p><strong>The War Between the Ancoillas and the Apuchallas<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\n        Back in the old times there were two gigantic mountains. One, Apuchallas,<br \/>\n          extremely poor. <\/p>\n<p>        The other, Ancoillas, fabulously rich due to the gold and silver that<br \/>\n        it possessed in<br \/>\n        abundance. <\/p>\n<p>        The inhabitants of Apuchallas were afflicted with hunger and misery.<br \/>\n        The people of<br \/>\n        Ancoillas lived in luxury, their hands overflowing with riches. They<br \/>\n        celebrated with<br \/>\n        scandalous parties, which eventually corrupted them.<\/p>\n<p>        The people of Apuchallas occasionally came to the Ancoillas to plead<br \/>\n        for aid.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Give us a bit of food,&quot; they implored, or some of the gold and silver<br \/>\n        that you have in<br \/>\n        excess.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>        But the overbearing (ensobercidos) Ancoillas laughed at them, and threw<br \/>\n        them out of their<br \/>\n        palaces.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Get out of here, fleas. There is nothing for you here!&quot;<\/p>\n<p>        In this way they insulted and humiliated them, without an ounce of compassion.<br \/>\n        It happened<br \/>\n        then, that no longer able to bear the poverty, the Apuchallas decided<br \/>\n        to declare war on their<br \/>\n        greedy neighbors. The fight broke out, and the battle between the two<br \/>\n        colossi was<br \/>\n        ferocious.<\/p>\n<p>        Apuchallas attacked with their slings. But the giant stones he was flinging<br \/>\n        did not hurt<br \/>\n        Ancoillas. His aim was poor, for he was not a warrior, but just an old<br \/>\n        laborer<\/p>\n<p>        Ancoillas, proud of his power and wealth, didn&#8217;t take Apuchallas seriously.<br \/>\n        He mocked the<br \/>\n        ancient Apuchallas.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Your anger makes me laugh,&quot; he crowed, &quot;You are angry because<br \/>\n        you envy my wealth.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>        And for a long time things stayed that way, with Ancoillas ignoring his<br \/>\n        feeble attacker.<\/p>\n<p>        A long time passed, and Apuchallas did not grow weary of his attack.<br \/>\n        At last Ancoillas responded, and shot at Apuchallas with his golden sling. From that point<br \/>\n        on the battle was<br \/>\n        very bloody. The rivers and streams ran red with the blood of the combatants.<\/p>\n<p>        Both giants were now exhausted.<\/p>\n<p>        In the last battle, al rayar el crespeculo, Ancoillas burst the right<br \/>\n        eye of brave Apuchallas. <\/p>\n<p>        Half blind, the ancient laborer could not extract his vengance. While<br \/>\n        he crawled on the earth<br \/>\n        looking for another stone, Ancoillas unleashed another shot with such<br \/>\n        force and accuracy<br \/>\n        that Apuchallas fell dead with a shattered head.<\/p>\n<p>        Ancoillas felt happy.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Now I am the Sole Master of the Earth&quot; he shouted repeatedly. But<br \/>\n        as time passed, his<br \/>\n        people began to lose their wealth and feel sorrow. The orgies no longer<br \/>\n        fulfilled them. <\/p>\n<p>        On the other hand, the population of Apuchallas began to feel happier.<br \/>\n        For their lands began to produce gold and silver, just as the lands of the Ancoillas had in<br \/>\n        the past But they did not<br \/>\n        waste the riches in vice, but instead bought tools, with which they worked<br \/>\n        their fields, which<br \/>\n        were now completely clean.<\/p>\n<p>        It seems that during the long war, Apuchallas had flung at his enemy<br \/>\n        all of the rocks and<br \/>\n        stones from their lands, and the Ancoillas had thrown all of the gold<br \/>\n        and silver in their       territory at the lands of their vanquished foe Apuchallas.<\/p>\n<p>Links to <a href=\"http:\/\/dowbrigade.com\/VillaMaria\/legends\/\">all ten of the Legends<\/a><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Now, for something a bit different, the Dowbrigade would like to dig out and dust off his Ethnographer&#8217;s pith helmet. 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