The Gold Rush Days, Part four The New World
Time stood still, it was morning, high noon, or dinner then bed time…That was time and how it worked in the beginning of, “The New World,” moreover this was before it was the United States. Those that had arrived earlier thought they could conquer the new world. The first few groups perished within the first year, they landing in the East Coast shores, in the beginning of a bone chilling winter, immediately the ship departed back to England now they were on their own, no turning back. The majority of these first peoples’ died from; cold, lack of building material, naught warm clothes, starvation and disease.
A few years later, another expedition, hearing stories of gold, came to the American's to investigate and produced the equipment to find the gold, building materials, and about 100 men, women and children landed on the shores to follow a dream. As they draw closer to Land catching a glimpse of the treasure from their large sailing ship called the mayflower. This was a religious bunch, their propose; to unearth gold and to save souls.
The Mayflower disembark in Plymouth a week earlier than the big freeze; the majority starved to death or froze to death, this freeze was similar to a mini ice age, to a great extent, it was colder during this time in history. The populace that survived married each other they were persistently, proud and worked nonstop, the few that remained continued to flourish. These kindred souls were true pioneers’, stubborn and strong willed, they went about to work to create this town. They didn’t grow to be conscious of the fact that they happened to be continuously observed. Their belief was this was their new world! Their town and their home, they misunderstood the state of affairs, this New World, collective to others, the orginal people, they lived in what we know as the western world.
Perhaps you can picture what they ought to have seen when they arrived, sandy beaches along the eastern shores, along with the entire northern continent was blanketed by a massive forest, wild birds, bison roamed the plains, in herds of thousands. As far as the eye could see was the most pristine land in the world. Yes it totals, respect of Mother Earth, the land was untouched, even though the Indian’s lived there for thousands of years, not a mark of a carbon footprint. Look what we have done in only a few centuries?
The American Indians shadowed nature, prayed and talked to nature, they would merely kill for a meal and pray before they seize a life, they whispered with the sounds of nature. The new world was, at all times divided by tribes. Some where pueblo Indians, they would build under ground, a sacred place to pray they liked staying close to their Tribe and would live and survive in one spot for generations.
Furthermore, the tribes that moved and followed the weather and the bison, and prayed in their sweat lodges, built with willows; upon arriving at a select location, they needed to camp close to rives, for what water had to offer them, it was priceless. The chief and the medicine man would pray for hours in their sweat lodge; they would thank God for life, peace, health, love and harmony. They in addition, build a large rectangle lodge just for the men to meet together; plan hunting trips, smoke, talk, tell stories, this structure was build with willow just like the sweat lodge. Then they covered it with hides to keep it warm inside and during the summer they could remove a few skins to get better air flow. During winters it's structure was high enough for a fire to keep them warm, as well as to store enough fire wood and goods.
In every tribe, the chief would assign a story teller, this person knew the all-embracing true history of each chief, tribe, foods, recipes, hunting, location, territory and would have to daily recite the story to an assembly, word for word, if they added or missed a word, they would engage in telling the story from the beginning, this was their history, and it was essential to get it right. The story teller would then start teaching others the story of their family tribe, wars, loves and mysteries of the world. The story would always begin on how they came about to be on Mother Earth, living and thriving, along with all the four legged relations.
A story from one of the tribes begins in the center of the earth, which is where they believe they came from. During this time vines would grow down to where they dwelled. Furthermore, they would climb the vines to an additional level of inside the earth. Then in time, continuing on each level, until one day they saw Father Sun, and Father Sun welcomed them to live on Mother Earth, the first gift was corn, a great gift from Father Sun.
However, right at this point in time, they stumbled onto a men, which is why they were dealing with a slight problem. They found him beat us, someone had taken his coat, his money and by the looks of him his clothes told of a young man from the far East Coast. The town folk were scared of the yellow fever so they just dumped him off the side of the road. He existed in a delirious state for weeks now, and the Medicine Man also know as the Holy Man spent many days and hours administrating him numerous medicines; the best herbs, soup, roots. Subsequently, this meeting in the men's hut was talk about taking him into a sweat lodge ceremony to bring an end to the Yellow Fever. Only a few, in that room knew he was among them, they were keeping privy, seeing that it would scare the entire tribe.
He was so thin and weak, although at times he would observe them; the older man spoke a slight amount of English, which gave Art some sense of comfort. Art glanced here and there. He was put down on the ground, on top of layers of soft bear skin, and covered with buffalo hides. Placed right next to him was a piece of wood were a candle gave a slight gentle glow, alongside several unusual clay pots of ointments. He loved the crackling sound of the fire off in the distance, then he would fad away again into a profound slumber.
To Be Continued…
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