The Book of the West: The story of western Canada, its birth and early adventures, its youthful combats, its peaceful settlement, its great transformation, and its present waysKennedy, Howard Angus
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The Book of the West: The story of western Canada, its birth and early adventures, its youthful combats, its peaceful settlement, its great transformation, and its present ways
Kennedy, Howard Angus
Northwest, Canadian
They hunted the buffalo in the same wasteful way as the southern
plainsmen, from whom they probably learnt the trick of driving the
beasts into an enclosure. They made some progress in a few of the arts.
Many of them tried their hands at pottery; they also plaited bark and
other fibres into baskets. They decorated articles of hide with
geometrical designs, in paint or porcupine quill; their famous bead-work
only came into fashion when white men gave them glass beads in trade.
The beaten copper with which they fastened the plaits of their long
black hair, they got from tribes who found it on the shore of Lake
Superior. They could not write, but they could draw. They drew maps, of
their land and water trails, on bits of birch-bark. They painted figures
of animals on the outside of their skin tents.
They would hunt a band of other Indians or a herd of buffalo with the
same ingenuity and fierce delight. Having spent all their energy in this
violent collection of human scalps and buffalo meat, they dropped into
idleness. But time did not hang heavy on their hands. They were never
bored by lack of occupation; they enjoyed doing nothing, as a cow enjoys
chewing the cud. They smoked dry willow-bark, when they could not get
tobacco, in carved stone pipes. They used no strong drink, till the
white man brought it to them. They did not lack the pleasures of
imagination; endless and agreeable were the hours they spent telling and
hearing tales of enchantment and mythical legends of the past, many of
which I have borrowed for my “New World Fairy Book.”
CHAPTER III
The White Man Comes Exploring
ONE DAY a strange piece of news came to an Indian prairie camp. The men
and women, squatting on the grass, and smoking their willow-bark,
discussed the great news, and even the children stopped their play to
listen and wonder.
A new kind of man had been seen, far away in the south,—a light-skinned
man.
How did the news come? The scattered Indian tribes had little to do with
each other, except when they fought, and in a fight they generally
killed all the men they conquered who did not escape. But they often
kept the women and made wives of them.
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