Cheyenne Narrative
Gather around children so that I can tell you the story of how I became one of the first women warriors of the Great Cheyenne Tribe. First, let me start off by telling you how life was in this tribe before the settlers came and took our land. Before they came, our village was relatively peaceful. We held lots of ceremonies to honor “The Great Spirit” and all of our tribal accomplishments. Back then the buffalo wasn’t as rare so we had an abundant supply of food and a lot of tools, thread, and other necessities. As a little girl I would always watch my older brother, Little Fox, and his friends hunt buffalo and beg them to teach me how to hunt with a bow and arrow. Finally, after days and days of listening to me whine and …show more content…
Everyday he taught me the stronger our bond became. We became so close to the point where we told each other just about everything. So you’ll understand when I say that the day the settlers came and killed my brother was the worst day of my life. I was only 12 years old the day Little Fox died. It all began when we were walking through the woods talking about whatever came to mind. He was in the middle of telling me a funny story about me when I was a baby, when suddenly we heard voices in the distance. We both did not understand what language they were speaking in but we both definitely knew that it wasn't the language of any other Indian tribe. We were both about to turn away when we heard a gunshot and saw a bullet hit the tree right beside us. Before any of us could react, another gunshot came and the bullet struck Little Fox in the chest sending him to the …show more content…
Their skin was much paler than that of an Indian.The one holding the gun looked like he was about the age of my father and the other one looked like he wasn’t that much older than Little Fox, who was 16 at the time. Fortunately for me, I had brought my bow and arrow with me so before any of them could do anything to me I shot both of them in the heart. Then I carried my brother’s body back to the village and told my family and the elders what had happened. That night the tribe held a ceremony to grieve the death of Little Fox. Then the next day the elders of the tribe talked about what the next step would be because we had received word from other tribes that there were a lot more white men and they were arriving to live on our land. We were also told that they were beginning to build a railroad and were killing all of the buffalo in the process. While they discussed what was to be done about this I decided to take Little Fox’s horse, Midnight, to the creek to give him some water. While Midnight drank, my mind drifted to how much I missed my brother. The more I thought of him the angrier I became at the settlers for moving onto our land in the first place and for killing my brother for no reason. The anger soon turned into burning hatred which led me to a decision that would change my life. I made the decision to join the one of the war societies and stop the settlers from taking over the land
Gather around children so that I can tell you the story of how I became one of the first women warriors of the Great Cheyenne Tribe. First, let me start off by telling you how life was in this tribe before the settlers came and took our land. Before they came, our village was relatively peaceful. We held lots of ceremonies to honor “The Great Spirit” and all of our tribal accomplishments. Back then the buffalo wasn’t as rare so we had an abundant supply of food and a lot of tools, thread, and other necessities. As a little girl I would always watch my older brother, Little Fox, and his friends hunt buffalo and beg them to teach me how to hunt with a bow and arrow. Finally, after days and days of listening to me whine and …show more content…
Everyday he taught me the stronger our bond became. We became so close to the point where we told each other just about everything. So you’ll understand when I say that the day the settlers came and killed my brother was the worst day of my life. I was only 12 years old the day Little Fox died. It all began when we were walking through the woods talking about whatever came to mind. He was in the middle of telling me a funny story about me when I was a baby, when suddenly we heard voices in the distance. We both did not understand what language they were speaking in but we both definitely knew that it wasn't the language of any other Indian tribe. We were both about to turn away when we heard a gunshot and saw a bullet hit the tree right beside us. Before any of us could react, another gunshot came and the bullet struck Little Fox in the chest sending him to the …show more content…
Their skin was much paler than that of an Indian.The one holding the gun looked like he was about the age of my father and the other one looked like he wasn’t that much older than Little Fox, who was 16 at the time. Fortunately for me, I had brought my bow and arrow with me so before any of them could do anything to me I shot both of them in the heart. Then I carried my brother’s body back to the village and told my family and the elders what had happened. That night the tribe held a ceremony to grieve the death of Little Fox. Then the next day the elders of the tribe talked about what the next step would be because we had received word from other tribes that there were a lot more white men and they were arriving to live on our land. We were also told that they were beginning to build a railroad and were killing all of the buffalo in the process. While they discussed what was to be done about this I decided to take Little Fox’s horse, Midnight, to the creek to give him some water. While Midnight drank, my mind drifted to how much I missed my brother. The more I thought of him the angrier I became at the settlers for moving onto our land in the first place and for killing my brother for no reason. The anger soon turned into burning hatred which led me to a decision that would change my life. I made the decision to join the one of the war societies and stop the settlers from taking over the land