(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) Erwin Tarheel and the Fair Folk, Louisiana Folktale Written by Sam MacDonald Performed by Otis Jirye You see, it all started many years ago in Shreveport, Louisiana. These days, Shreveport is the third largest city in the entire state of Louisiana. But in those days, Shreveport was just a tiny little settlement on the banks of the Red River.
Captain Henry Miller Shreve, from whom the city gets his name, was still clearing off the Great Log Jam. Before the good captain arrived, you could drive a horse and buggy all the way across the river. Everyone was very excited about the new opportunities the new waterways would bring the little settlement. But that wasn't what this story is about. It was around this time there lived a fellow named Erwin Sherwin Tarheel. He was the son of an Indian maiden and a white settler.
You see, mixed-race marriages faced a lot of prejudices back then, and poor Erwin had been dealt quite a few knocks in his life. One day, Erwin was taking a walk out in the woods to go fishing at his favorite stream. When he got to the stream, he came across a group of boys messing with a turtle that was flipped on its back. Erwin, never one to let a helpless creature be tortured, quickly shooed the boys away and gently put the turtle right side up.
The turtle looked at Erwin, and in a tiny little voice, it said, Well, thank you, kind sir. I thought I'd never escape these tormentors. Erwin nearly jumped back four feet. He'd never heard a turtle utter so much as a single word before. When Erwin looked back at the turtle, it was gone, and in its place stood a beautiful young lady with raven black hair, copper skin, and dressed like a goddess of some ancient land.
At this point, Erwin was so terrified that he tried to back away, but he tripped over a log and fell flat on the ground. Who are you? What are you? A strange girl giggled. I have many names, but you can call me Red Ears. Now hurry and get up. Everyone is waiting for us. Erwin looked, and sure enough, the girl's ears were bright and red as a ripe tomato. Erwin wanted nothing more than to run to his home, draw the curtains, and huddle underneath a blanket.
Still, there was no telling what else Red Ears could turn into, and he wasn't so keen on finding out the hard way. After a while, and well after it had started to turn dark, Red Ears led Erwin to a clearing of sorts. The bright lights, joyous music, and wonderful smells told Erwin everything he needed to know. Red Ears had led him to a party. Erwin didn't get invited to many parties, but he soon found himself as the guest of honor.
Red Ears made a point of introducing Erwin to everyone at the party and telling of how he saved her. Erwin had a grand time, as he danced up a storm, sipped on sweet drinks, ate tasty food, and generally felt like he'd found some place he belonged. Soon, however, Erwin noticed that there was something a little off about the people throwing the party. Some of them had hooves like deer, others had eyes like cats, and a few had scales like alligators.
Erwin nearly lost it altogether when a man with an alligator head and deer antlers walked up to him. "'You the Mr. Tarhill I've been hearing so much about?' "'Ah, yes. May I ask who you are?' Erwin stammered. "'Oh, dear, where are my manners? My name is Chief Sir Noonas, and you have earned my daughter's hand in marriage. Now don't worry, I'm sure you'll make a fine husband for Red Ears.' "'But who are all these people? They don't look right.' Chief Sir Noonas gave Erwin a big alligator smile.
"'Well, now, that depends on who you ask. Some would say we are gods, while others would say that we are demons, yet others would call us spirits. But if you want to call us something, you may call us the Fair Folk. We really are quite reasonable.' Erwin considered what the Chief had told him. The Fair Folk had certainly been more kind and welcoming than anyone he'd ever met, but he had his suspicions that all was not as it seemed.
Both of his parents had told stories of tricksters who lured unsuspecting travelers to all sorts of horrible fates. If he could only slip away to see if anyone else had heard of these strange people. Red Ear and Chief Sir Noonas tried their best, but Erwin insisted that he needed to go attend some matters in Shreveport, though he promised he'd be back as soon as possible. Reluctantly, they sent Erwin on his way, but not before Red Ear gave Erwin a tiny pouch.
He instructed Erwin to absolutely never open the pouch under any circumstances. It didn't take long for Erwin to find the path he'd taken to get to the Fair Folk part. But when he made it out of the woods, he did not find the Shreveport he remembered. Shreveport had grown from a tiny little settlement into a city of glass towers and strange metal carriages that drove without horses. Erwin searched and asked around, but everyone he'd ever known was gone.
The more he searched, the more Erwin realized the horrible truth. Everyone he'd known was dead because he'd been away for over 160 years. There wasn't any point in staying in Shreveport, so Erwin decided to make his way back to the Fair Folk. Unfortunately, Erwin soon found himself completely disoriented. There had to be something that would remind him of the way back. Erwin decided to ignore Red Ear's warning and see if the pouch held a clue.
What Red Ear hadn't told Erwin was that the pouch contained all the years he would have aged if he hadn't stayed at the Fair Folk party. As soon as the pouch was opened, Erwin aged until he was a feeble old man. As if carried on a gentle breeze, Erwin could hear Red Ear's voice say to him, I told you not to open the pouch. With that, Erwin crumbled into dust and was carried away in the wind. The white man brought many things with him when he colonized this land.
Perhaps a few Fair Folks decided to come along for the ride.