No, he shall tramp!”
Ugh...
No, he shall tramp!”
Ugh...
he’s just the article!’
Such objectification, it's appalling.
its mother.
What's with the impersonal possession?
I am not capable to declare it.
I've seen her say this a couple times now. Is this just her saying she can't find the words to express whatever she feels or is there literally something which forbids her from declaring it.
There had I lived many comfortable years amongst my relations and neighbors, and now not one Christian to be seen, nor one house left standing. We went on to a farmhouse that was yet standing, where we lay all night, and a comfortable lodging we had, though nothing but straw to lie on. The Lord preserved us in safety that night, and raised us up again in the morning, and carried us along, that before noon, we came to Concord.
whether or not you like Mary at this point, it's hard not to see how sad her story is. Just the thought of walking through a deserted town to me is rather haunting.
Again, they would say this summer that they would knock all the rogues in the head,
There's a lot of head knocking or threatening to hit people in the face in this. I wonder if they view Mary as a rogue in some way? Brings up the question of how she got in this situation again.
They would pick up old bones, and cut them to pieces at the joints, and if they were full of worms and maggots, they would scald them over the fire to make the vermine come out, and then boil them, and drink up the liquor, and then beat the great ends of them in a mortar, and so eat them.
Quite a gross paragraph, but these are effective tactics for survival. Native Americans were well versed in living off the land it seems.
Though many times they would eat that, that a hog or a dog would hardly touch; yet by that God strengthened them to be a scourge to His people.
So in her mind, god is nourishing the enemy of his people to be a scourge upon his people, and in so going they have to eat the worst food possible that dogs and hogs wouldn't eat. I can't even imagine the line of thought here. Yes, Puritans didn't believe in an all loving god, but their view of god here comes off rather fickle and confused.
they told me I disgraced my master with begging, and if I did so any more, they would knock me in the head. I told them, they had as good knock me in head as starve me to death.
A lot of people seem to want to hit Mary in the face. She must come off as insufferable to them.
Afterward, before this doleful time ended with me, I was turning the leaves of my Bible, and the Lord brought to me some Scriptures, which did a little revive me,
I feel like this is most of what Mary says throughout these removes. Everything is doleful, and everything reminds her of, and is remedied by, a psalm.
About this time I began to think that all my hopes of restoration would come to nothing. I thought of the English army, and hoped for their coming, and being taken by them, but that failed. I hoped to be carried to Albany, as the Indians had discoursed before, but that failed also.
Though I think we know that she will be restored one way or another.
Then one of the company drew his sword, and told me he would run me through if I did not go presently.
Sometimes I forget this is back when people still used swords in regular combat.
It was upon a Sabbath-day-morning, that they prepared for their travel. This morning I asked my master whether he would sell me to my husband. He answered me “Nux,” which did much rejoice my spirit.
"Nux" must loosely translate to something like yes. I'm not used to N's being in positive words.
I had my Bible with me, I pulled it out, and asked her whether she would read. We opened the Bible and lighted on Psalm 27, in which Psalm we especially took notice of that, ver. ult., “Wait on the Lord, Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine Heart, wait I say on the Lord.”
It's commendable to keep faith in such despair, It's quite the coping mechanism. Her experience sounds so awful, some amount of relief is welcome.
I cannot but take notice of the wonderful mercy of God to me in those afflictions, in sending me a Bible.
And what a large contribution that was. (sarcasm) A bible seems like very little to get excited about and the native gave it to you.
It may be easily judged what a poor feeble condition we were in, there being not the least crumb of refreshing that came within either of our mouths from Wednesday night to Saturday night, except only a little cold water.
poor feeble condition seems like a bit of an understatement. Especially, considering it seems like she's on death's door.
Those seven that were killed at Lancaster the summer before upon a Sabbath day,
Who were they?
dolefulest
Doleful - like saddening and dreary
All was gone, my husband gone (at least separated from me, he being in the Bay; and to add to my grief, the Indians told me they would kill him as he came homeward), my children gone, my relations and friends gone, our house and home and all our comforts—within door and without—all was gone (except my life), and I knew not but the next moment that might go too.
Quite a horrifying quality of life, regardless of perspective.
They gave him war shirts, bows and arrows, shields, spears, white robes, and many curious things.
And all's well that ends well, but should this be taught, I'd say it seems somewhat like a useful source to view one facet of Native-American culture. Seeing as America (the country, and I suppose to some degree colonials in general) has swept the vast majority of Native American cultures into its own, it seems fitting to canonize some of their stories. At the very least, this short story, has merit in the morals and themes it's discussing or referencing, such as honor, perseverance, justice, and honesty. Lastly, it kind of strikes me as oddly Hemingway, like, I feel like there's a much bigger story here with hexes, water people, and feuding brothers, meanwhile the story's kind of skin and bones at face value and so on.
he threw the sinew on the fire; and Wolf Tail, and his wife, who was standing outside, twisted up and died.
Just for posterity, I'm going to note how I still find this whole curse to be perplexing. Is it special sinew? Do you need intent to kill certain people when you throw the sinew? Does it have to be sinew? I can't dig anything up on it or really pin an answer down here. My how odd it is!
Now the people were starving, and some had died, for they had no buffalo.
I'm wondering if this is based on some real life event, like is this relevant to something that actually happened historically? Maybe this story is a kind of folk lore or something of the like.
"I am no longer glad to live. I will go up to this lodge, and find out what this is."
A lot of the dialogue and goings on in this are very matter of fact. It all sounds so mechanical, I wonder if that's something lost in translation? The general flow and natural spee
"Take this piece of sinew," said the old man. "Go and see your father. When you throw this sinew on the fire, your brother and his wife will roll, and twist up and die."
And this is where I know it dips into the supernatural completely. This is some kind of hex I suppose, or a kind of curse. Maybe this has something to do with the symbolism of the sinew, a sort of tough fibrous muscle tissue, it's a piece of a living thing being burned. I wonder if this is unique to this story, or a common occurrence in Blackfeet stories (certainly not in their real life, hexes don't work in real life) and culture?
Buffalo," he replied, "is the only meat for men.
What a very tough guy thing for Bull to say, I feel like the Blackfeet culture in my limited experience skimming through this and other stories, seems to value strong men, but also accepts their emotional integrity as well. Like, I think there are specific gender roles in their society, but it also seems like they're relatively open with those that go against the grain. A strange duality I'm probably only imagining from lack of exposure though.
Bull Turns Round came to life, and the old man led him out and gave him to his daughters. And the old man gave his son-in-law a new lodge and bows and arrows, and many good presents.
I'm still a little lost with this supernatural stuff, like did Bull really "die" and get brought back? Or, is this just like some heightened symbolism and metaphor, like saying someone was sleeping a "dead sleep" and waking them up. I want to lean more towards the latter.
Bull Turns Round told his father all that had happened to him; and when he learned that the people were starving, he filled his mouth with feathers and blew them out, and the buffalo ran off in every direction
Oh, I see the symbols here... Wolf intended to kill Bull going after eagle feathers, and Bull didn't die, but returns during a famine with Buffalo and turns the situation around, and turns the murder back on wolf and his wife. Tricky symbolism in there to be unpackaged, but it's interesting to say the least. Bull Turns Around literally turns around this situation with Buffalo.
He went hunting and did not come back. We waited four days for him. I think the bears must have killed him.
There's also so little remorse in this character, I have to wonder if there isn't more to this story that's been lost somewhere, like did Wolf really dislike Bull, and that's why he's so okay with his death? Is this a cultural thing, or more to show how awful Wolf is?
"You lie," said Wolf Tail, and he pushed the tree over the cliff.
I want to play devil's advocate, but I just can't, even if Bull had done this, why kill him, or why would he lie in this scenario. Additionally this is Wolf's brother. Did the bonds between man and wife mean more than a man and his brother? It's interesting, but that doesn't change the fact that Wolf is headstrong and gullible.
No, I love my brother; I cannot kill him.
I find it funny Wolf's Tail has any reservation at all, in the sense that it takes so little to convince him to kill his brother, I'm surprised there's any resistance.
what had happened to the woman's face
I'm not entirely sure I know what happened to the woman's face either, because I'm left to believe this was an allergic reaction, rubbing the the bird on herself and all, however, given that there are supernatural elements in the story, it seems also possible that this was a kind of spell. Maybe that's jumping to conclusions. It's still a drastic act for something so childish.
Under Water People (Sū'-yē-tŭp'-pi)
I wonder if this is another group or wholesale tribe, it's not very clear, I'll assume it's a group for now.
Stōn'-i-tăp-i.
Wonderful and Supernatural