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I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times." He continued...... </div> <div> "It is as if there are two wolves inside me; One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way. He saves all his energy for the right fight. </div> <div> But the other wolf, ahhh! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit." The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked... </div> <div> "Which one wins, Grandfather?" The Grandfather smiled and quietly said...... </div> <div> "The one I feed."</div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="ab22ac70.jpg" border=0 width="298" height="199" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div>  Indian Author Unknown </div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="ab4a3200.jpg" border=0 width="419" height="288" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <B>Blackfeet Tales</B></div> <bR> <div> The Blackfeet, sometimes called the Blackfoot, are one of the largest Algonquian tribes and one of the most powerful on the northwest Plains region. They are called "Siksikawa" (pronounced "sheek-sheek-ahwah"), which literally means "black foot". There are two beliefs on how the name came to be; the first refers to the blackening of their moccasins by walking near prarie fires, and the second refers to the black painting on some of their people's moccasins long ago.</div> <bR> <div> The Blackfeet are made up of three tribes; the Siksika, the Blood, and the Piikani (later corrupted to Piegan). The Piikani are mainly based in Montana now, while the other two tribes are in the Alberta area of Canada. </div> <bR> <div> One of the main figures in a lot of the Blackfeet legends is Napi, or Old Man. Napi serves two purposes; he is revered, and is the one that many people pray to, and he is also a trickster of sorts. In some of the legends, he is downright dangerous, and rightly so! He is supposed to be the son of the Sun and the Moon, and in some stories, is also one of the people who brought the Sun Dance to the people.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Blackfoot Wisdom</div> <bR> <div> Teachings from iit-tsi-pah-tah-pii-op (The Source of Life).</div> <div> Respect our Mothers and Sisters and all that is female. They are the sacred vessels of our being into this world.</div> <bR> <div> Love one another and help one another in all matters.</div> <div> Respect the sacred at all times. Respect the traditions and beliefs of all people. Your duty is to listen to what others have to say about their teachings. Above all else do not make war over the sacred beliefs of others.</div> <bR> <div> Be truthful and respectful in your speech.</div> <div> We are related to all things in the universe. Greet each other and all that exists by saying: Oki Niksokowa: Greetings, Hello my relative.</div> <bR> <div> It is a sacred thing to be giving and sharing in your personal behavior toward others.</div> <div> Be very slow to anger. When you get angry use it constructively. It is an emotion to be used for survival and teaching, not killing or saying hurtful things to other human beings.</div> <div> Your duty is to be a teacher to all children.</div> <bR> <div> The earth and all that exists is here to be respected and shared.</div> <div> Obey the teachings iit-tsi-pa-tah-pii-op (The Source of Life) This is the source of the teachings of the Grandfather and Grandmother Spirit.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="24725d50.gif" border=0 width="293" height="213" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <B>Chief Mountain</B></div> <bR> <div> Many years ago, a young Piegan warrior was noted for his bravery. When he grew older and more experienced in war, he became the war-chief for a large band of Piegan warriors.</div> <bR> <div> A little while after he became the war-chief, he fell in love with a girl who was in his tribe, and they got married. He was so in love with her that he took no other wives, and he decided not to go on war parties anymore. He and his wife were very happy together; unusually so, and when they had a baby, they were even happier then.</div> <bR> <div> Some moons later, a war party that had left his village was almost destroyed by an enemy. Only four men came back to tell the story. The war-chief was greatly troubled by this. He saw that if the enemy was not punished, they would raid the Piegan camp. So he gave a big war feast and asked all of the young men of his band to come to it.</div> <bR> <div> After they had all eaten their fill, the war-chief arose and said to them in solemn tones: "Friends and brothers, you have all heard the story that our four young men have told us. All the others who went out from our camp were killed by the enemy. Only these four have come back to our campfires. Those who were killed were our friends and relatives.</div> <div> "We who live must go out on the warpath to avenge the fallen. If we don't, the enemy will think that we are weak and that they can attack us unhurt. Let us not let them attack us here in the camp.</div> <bR> <div> "I will lead a party on the warpath. Who here will go with me against the enemy that has killed our friends and brothers?"</div> <bR> <div> A party of brave warriors gathered around him, willing to follow their leader. His wife also asked to join the party, but he told her to stay at the camp.</div> <div> "If you go without me," she said, "you will find an empty lodge when you return."</div> <div> The Chief talked to her and calmed her, and finally convinced her to stay with the women and children and old men in the camp at the foot of a high mountain.</div> <bR> <div> Leading a large party of men, the Chief rode out from the village. The Piegans met the enemy and defeated them. But their war-chief was killed. Sadly, his followers carried the broken body back to the camp.</div> <bR> <div> His wife was crazed with grief. With vacant eyes she wandered everywhere, looking for her husband and calling his name. Her friends took care of her, hoping that eventually her mind would become clear again and that she could return to normal life. One day, though, they could not find her anywhere in the campe. Searching for her, they saw her high up on the side of the mountain, the tall one above their camp. She had her baby in her arms. The head man of the village sent runners after her, but from the top of the mountain she signalled that they should not try to reach her. All watched in horror as she threw her baby out over the cliff, and then herself jumped from the mountain to the rocks far, far below.</div> <div> Her people buried the woman and baby there among the rocks. They carried the body of the Chief to the place and buried him beside them. From that time on, the mountain that towers above the graves was known as Minnow Stahkoo, "the Mountain of the Chief", or </div> <bR> <div> "Chief Mountain".</div> <bR> <div> If you look closely, even today, you can see on the face of the mountain the figure of a woman with a baby inn her arms, the wife and child of the Chief.</div> <div> <B>Chief Mountain is a mountain in Glacier National Park.</B></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="ab543450.jpg" border=0 width="323" height="325" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="http://rosecity.net/tears/trail/rose.html" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://rosecity.net/tears/trail/rose.htm"><U><IMG SRC="39abcc30.gif" border=0 width="188" height="195" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <div> This is the story of the origin of the wild Cherokee Rose that grows along the route of the Trail of Tears into Oklahoma. </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="http://www.ewebtribe.com/NACulture/stories.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.ewebtribe.com/NACulture/stori"><U><IMG SRC="39b35a20.jpg" border=0 width="309" height="418" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> <div> Voor meer schitterende Indian</div> <div> Stories het plaatje is de link</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="http://www.y-indianguides.com/pfm_st_aa_stories.html" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.y-indianguides.com/pfm_st_aa_"><U><IMG SRC="39d38590.jpg" border=0 width="312" height="345" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> <bR> <div> De meest schitterende Indian stories</div> <div> ook hier is het plaatje de link</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="http://www.indiancountry.com/" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.indiancountry.com/"><U><IMG SRC="399f45c0.jpg" border=0 width="500" height="92" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> <div> Indian Country Newspaper</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id60.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Indian Stories 2"><U>Next--></U></A></div> </td> </tr></table></body>