“Bird I think it’s about time you earned your name.” Bird’s mother had mentioned to him only yesterday. The words echoed in his mind like the beat of the Indian drums echo through the sky. In the Wind Tribe in order to earn your name; you must do something to help the tribe. Bird has talked to his chief, Big Cloud, but all he said was to do something helpful. Big Cloud was an old man, and soon his son, Deer’stail would take his place. All Bird wanted to do was earn his name before his chief passed on. He wanted to prove himself to him, before the end.
Bird couldn’t sleep at all that night. He was too busy trying to think of ways to earn his name. All of a sudden, out loud he yelled, “I got it!” He almost woke everyone in the large longhouse he lived in. He got out of his bed, and ran outside to the woods. It was dawn; the morning hunters would soon be up and ready to hunt. Bird was racing through the woods looking for a new water source.
“I see something!” A hunter yells. Bird was too concentrated on finding water to hear the hunter’s deep voice. Swish! An arrow just misses his head. He sees a spear heading straight for him. He jumps out of the way just in time to be hit in the foot by another spear.
Bird screeches, like a baby bird begging for food. The spear had cut deep into his foot. The hunting group rushed over to their "prey” only to realize it was Bird. The strong men dropped their spears and arrows, and carefully picked up Bird. The slow, long walk through the forest was hard and painful for Bird. It felt like a million miles to Bird. Once they finally got back to camp, the men carried him to Leafmint’s tent. Bird had never been in the wise healer’s tent before. He was always very careful when he was growing up...
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...t his chief, who had a look of pride on his face. Even though he knew he was almost ready to leave the Wind people and join the stars. He also knew that he should let Deer’stail give Bird his name, but he stood up and got out his drum. With that the ceremony began. Bird looked to his mother. She was a lion. The pride Bird had been longing to see on her face was finally there. Bird would finally earn his name.
“With the power of the wind I name you “Flame’ssmoke.”Flame’ssmoke formerly known as Bird couldn’t stop smiling. He had made his mother proud, and earned his name before Bigcloud passed on.
“WHOOSH.”There was a gust of wind and a whisper from Bigcloud saying “It’s time.” With that he gracefully fell into a deep forever lasting sleep with the stars.
Flame’ssmoke had not only achieved his goal, but was the last Indian named by the great chief Bigcloud.
After all the experiences Louie went through and the knowledge of knowing he is going to survive through Squalor conditions he felt optimistic. “He felt something alight land on his head it was an albatross slowly Louie raised his hand fingers
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“…but the raven winging/ darkly over the doomed will have news, / tidings for the eagle of how
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On a cloudless September afternoon, a hunter stands with a defeated look upon his face. He sighs in disappointment as he watches a bull run through the aspens. He is still shaking in excitement and frustration. He did everything he could, but the bull didn't live that long by being stupid. I had never had that type of rush before, even though I had been defeated I was hooked on bow hunting.
The news of a murder brings in Mr. Henderson, the county attorney, and Mr. Peters, the sheriff. Mr. Hale, a neighboring farmer, reveals what he witnessed. Mrs. Wright, the deceased’s wife, was rocking nervously in her chair and mentioned her dead husband lying upstairs. Mr. Hale then called in the sheriff who called in the county attorney. As they begin looking for evidence, Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Hale relocate into the kitchen to gather things to bring to Mrs. Wright to jail. The women start talking about the unhappy life Mrs. Wright seemed to have lived and the unpleasantness that was ushered into the air. Upon finding a broken cage, they grow curious but assume nothing. When they look into a sewing box for more things for Mrs. Wright, they find the dead bird that was strangled. Fearing the worst, the bird was then hidden by the women as the men returned and decide that Mrs. Wright would rather knot than quilt the quilt she was making.
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He went on down the hill, toward the dark woods within which the liquid silver voices of the birds called unceasing - the rapid and urgent beating of the urgent and quiring heart of the late spring night. He did not look
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arrow through his heart four times, and the bird flew north again”. This part of the story jumps into the
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Dorothy Johnson in “A Man Called Horse” writes about a young man who was born and raised in Boston. He lives in a gracious home under his grandmothers and grandfather’s loving care. For some reason, he is discontent. He leaves home to try to find out the reason for his discontent. Upon leaving he undergoes a change in status and opinion of himself and others. He begins a wealthy young man arrogant and spoiled, becomes a captive of Crow Indians- docile and humble, and emerges a man equal to all.
bird as the metaphor of the poem to get the message of the poem across