Indian Winter
February 12, 2010
I have my guys, where hunting is good,
It stands on the floor where a large wolf standing.
His powerful mind to protect my house
It keeps me safe when I May Roam.
The season is approaching, when I am forced to close the game;
We will succeed or die before winter is here.
Yellow Moon awake when the shooting stars in the smoke-hole implied. False Dawn facilitates the eastern sky, while the birds shook awake the silence. That day, the list of tasksSpirit filled them, sometimes hard to keep his thoughts on the conclusion of the game.
There were problems in finding a permanent, dry wood for the fire, completing the three precious water, glass and the endless variety of pemmican to be smoked provisions for the winter. Yellow Moon quietly crept out of bearskin bed covered with pine needles, leaves, Teepee, gather a supply of dried meat, a bag of dried fruit and nuts. Basket of food is to keep the gray wolf to its strong. Hunting
Only one full moon to pass before the snow came. Yellow Moon hated for this beautiful place they called home every spring and summer leaves. Soon to collect enough firewood would cost, Gray Wolf one day and the best hunting trip was two weeks in the north.
From his place in a larch, Gray Wolf was waiting for a sign of deer. A light snow hid his scent and the sound muffled forest. He started his muscles stiff from hours of hand railfar above the ground.
Finally he found a young deer and two females navigation cortex only ten men from the lengths. He would have taken their road in the immediate vicinity. Arrow rattled against the tendons, which brings immediate death of a goat and the promise of survival for his family. Many moons south on the banks of a great river for a special place waiting for the house Blackfoot again.
How Yellow Moon at home, a sense of adventure provoked interesting thoughtsthe next trip. Fed a pleasant place to travois with rabbit fur would be the safety of their two winter-daughter, tiny feathers secured. The tribe is a pharmacist told the many large fish in the river and the fertile soil for growing plants. The bag of the precious seed in its protective housing would Ravel in a place of honor.
Yellow Moon exciting as the arch of the new day the fire to run wild stories about Wind-sailing ships whites sometimes in Marchtheir vision. Just the threat of starvation and disease ran in his mind. Be a spark in his head kept alive their desire to survive, because his body was the seed of the next chief Feet Blacks.
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