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A Love Remembered
11/29/2010 6:23:50 AM
When I was a child living in the mountains with my mother, the medicine woman of our village, I was able to learn many things and one of those many lessons taught to me by her and the wild animals was that of love.

When I was a child living in the mountains with my mother, the medicine woman of our village, I was able to learn many things and one of those many lessons taught to me by her and the wild animals was that of love.

One lesson of love has stayed with me well into the wintertime of my life. I call it, “The Love remembered,” because at one time it moved me to tears. I remember well that day in the forest as I would not be here today if not for the unselfish act of another. So I decided that I would share this tale with you the reader and you can be the judge of it.

We were having problems with poachers on the mountain; they came from off the reservation as it was known that we would not over hunt or trap our land and the wildlife here were very plentiful because of this. This by some was considered an open invitation to hunt and kill the creatures large and small that dwelled upon the sacred lands of my mother’s people. I was made aware of this because I had come across several snares and traps of the poachers while running with the wolf pack which I played and lived among.

The sun was about to sit on white wolf pass and as I stood in the backyard of my home, I remember how tired from my chores that I had become. I was chopping wood and piling it into proper cords as from time to time my mother would sell the dried wood to the people that lived off the reservation as a means to buy the supplies we could not grow on our lands.

Mother stood behind me watching me as I stood there staring off into the forest listening intently to my friends the wolf pack calling to each other as they ran through the forest. “Go and play with your brother and sisters.” She said, upon noticing me starting to pace back and forth in the yard. “Usdi une gv wa ya (Little White Wolf), you must not run and play to long and be careful child of the wolf, because the forest animals have been acting strange all day long.” She cautioned, as I dropped the axe and disappeared into the dense forest.

Quickly I ran to the clearing in the forest where I always went to meet the pack and they true to their nature were waiting excitedly for me to join them; greeting me with excited whimpering and wet kisses and nudging me with their cool wet noses upon my bare skin. The Alpha male was very large and knocked me to the ground easily; licking and excitedly nipping me as I ran my hands through his thick white hair and tried to push him off and away from me. “White wolf,” get off me. I said as I pushed him away again and stood up. He was not happy with me because I had been away from the pack far too long to his way of thinking and was letting me know.

We ran through the forest for nearly an hour before stopping near the edge of the cliffs that surrounded the waterfalls near the village before resting. The alpha female suddenly disappeared into the forest by the trail near the falls. She was not gone long before her sounds of pain and whimpering filled the late evening air. I quickly ran without thinking to where she was as she was in trouble and needed help as well as in great pain.

I parted the bushes and looked down at her whimpering and shaking body on the ground. Her right paw nearly removed from her leg. The jaws of the trap holding securely and cutting her flesh to the bone. I remember hearing the sound of metal in the distance as the nearby poacher that was hiding on the other side, away from the falls and in the cover of the trees cocked his rifle. I stood up and stared in the poacher’s direction and hurled my knife at him trying to protect her. I remembered his wicked laugh as he pointed the rifle at me and said, This one is for you heathen and then there was nothing. Just blackness and a feeling of numbness as the last shreds of light faded into darkness.


 

When I awakened, I was surrounded by people of the village; mother and Billy Two Feathers were sitting on the bed beside me. While the others that came to look in on me stared down at me. “You were lucky young one” but “Your wolf friend was not and we will need to wait and see if he has the will and if his spirit is strong enough to survive.”  Billy said, as he gently squeezed my shoulder. I remember looking down at the foot of the bed where the alpha male and female were resting and I could hear the females soft whining as she washed my foot with her tongue.

“The white wolf saved your life child.” My mother said. I remembered the sadness inside of me and I could feel the pain in my heart as well as the anger. Why does it always have to end this way? I asked. “The one responsible has been taken into custody and he will pay for this.” She whispered as she hugged me holding me close to her chest. “Now you must be strong for your wolf” he is a part of you child and you of him.” She said.

For nearly 5 days the rest of the pack howled without stopping and I did not sleep or eat as I lay beside my friend hand resting gently on his bandaged side only removing my hand long enough so his bandages could be changed and his wounds repacked with the medicines mother and Billy two feathers, my teacher of nature at the time, could find from the plants in the forest.

Sometime along the way I drifted off and fell asleep and was awakened by the soft whimpering of the white wolf and its constant nibbling at my hand. I sat up in bed and I’m sure in my excitement I must have awakened the whole village with my excited screams. The alpha male thumped his tail as if to say, see I am strong and here with you for yet a while longer.


The white wolf was willing to give his life if need be and knock me onto the ground with such force that I was rendered unconscious for several hours. The sound of the rifle shot so close to the village brought help quickly as well as chased the poacher away. He was seen as he departed the forest and arrested by the tribal police. Both the wolves as well as I survived the ordeal and the memory of this event still moves me to this day.

I ask you the reader, What greater love is there, than that of one that would give up his or her life for another? Aho = Amen. This is a true story. If you like and enjoyed it, please thumbs up stumble and review it so your friends and family can enjoy it as well. In closing I would like to share with you the reader this, “Spirit moves through all things great and small, not a blade of grass bends or a sparrow falls, without its knowing.” Creator’s Blessings to all and Wado.



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More Blogs by The Quail 1957 A Jennings
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