A myth from the Tsimshian Tribe and Pacific Northwest Coast
Long ago, when the sky was completely dark there was a chief and his two sons, the eldest son, The One Who Walks About Early and the youngest son, One Who Walks All Over The Sky. The sky was so dark at night so the youngest son made a mask (the sun) out of pitch and wood and then lit on fire. Each day the younger sun travels across the sky and sleeps under the horizon. When he snores sparks fly across from the mask and create stars. The eldest brother was jealous so he smeared charcoal and fat on his face (the moon) and made his own path across the sky.
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