My Name is Cougar
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A speech of Indian Chief Seattle of the great Suquamish Nation “The Indians’ night promises to be black. No bright stars hover about the horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Some nemesis of our race is on the red man’s trail, and wherever he wanders he will still hear the approaching footsteps of the great destroyer of people and will prepare to meet his doom, as does a wounded deer that hears the approach of the hunter. A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the mighty hosts that once filled this land, or that now roam in fragmented bands through these vast solitudes will remain to weep over the tombs of a people once as powerful and hopeful as your own. But why should we complain? Why should I murmur words of the fate of my people? Societies are made up of unique individuals who are no better than others. Men come and go like waves in the ocean. A tear, a moment in time, a funereal dirge and they are forever gone from these longing eyes. Even the white man, whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend is not exempt from a common destiny. We, upon our deaths, may be brothers after all. Our dead never forgot the beautiful world that gave them being. They still love the unspoiled canyons, its murmuring rivers, the magnificent mountains, its sequestered vales and forest-lined lakes and bays, and ever yearn in tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living, and often return from their Happy Hunting Grounds to visit, guide, comfort and console them. And when the last Red Man shall have perished and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my people.”
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WHEN GOD IS FORSAKEN IDOLATRY WILL REIGN SUPREME WHEN IDOLATRY REIGNS SUPREME EVIL WILL FLOURISH WHEN EVIL FLOURISHES THE END IS NEAR
Mike Hayden, writer and an avid outdoorsman, spent four weeks in the wilderness of the Bitterroot Mountains in Idaho, searching for a 209 year old Nez Perce Indian reported to be living there. When approached, the Indian, along with an Appaloosa horse and a mountain lion, would disappear. Hayden, a Native American historian, was there to glean historical information from the man. After one week the Indian materialized, along with his horse and a tawny mountain lion He said, ” My name is Cougar.” While spending time together the duo discovered they were Kindred Spirits and held lengthy discussions about the dilemmas in paleface society. Over the years, the author spent time on Indian reservations in Canada, Dakotas and the Pacifi c Northwest. He lived for a month on the Nez Perce reservation in Idaho where he powwowed with Elders and fished for steelhead salmon on the Clearwater River at the precise shoals where Lewis & Clark first encountered the Nez Perce in 1805.
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Bill York is an 83 year old navy veteran of WW II. He is the author of six novels, three of them chronicle eras in the lives of Indians. The author is a historian on Native Americans. While living for three weeks on a Cree reservation in Manitoba, York hunted seals and bears from a dogsled using harpoons and bow and arrows. Th e writer is active in many sports, including tennis, table tennis, canoeing, golf, and archery. He conducts frequent seminars on wilderness survival. York’s lust for the wilderness stems from a Cree Indian adage; a frog in a well has a limited view of a limitless sky.