The journal of three days from an aboriginal.
I opened my eyes and saw snowflakes falling from the sky. The ominous shadow of the totem poles hung over my longhouse. As I went to get some food my mother called to me. “Abenaki, carve us some spears”. I walked to the wood storage. I picked up some snow on the way and noticed it was katakartanaq (snow with hard crust). This told me that the ocean was frozen so I couldn’t fish. I grabbed three logs and went back to the longhouse. It was about mid-day when I finished. My mother was cooking fish which we had preserved from some time ago.
After our mid-day meal I sat near the entrance to our longhouse enraptured by the enthralling snowflakes. I called to Masaki who was a servant paid for his work. “Bring me some water”. The fresh taste of water refreshed me. I decided that I would try to make a hole in the ice and fish. I put on my coat and headed to the ocean. I sat there for a very long time but did not get much. I have told my uncle about this idea and has agreed to the tribe. It was now about sunset. I layed down my head and immediately fell asleep.
I sprang from the floor with a jolt. I realized it was time to go hunting. I grabbed my spear and coat and ran outside. The wind stung my eyes. As I moved further away from the ocean, the sound of the receding water relaxed me. I reminded myself not to get distracted and came back to reality. I heard a rustle and twigs cracking. I knew in a second something was close. I crouched down and waited. The animal seemed to know I was there. I jumped out from behind the bush and threw my spear. There on the grass lay the bear. It looked at me through its agonized eyes and seemed to say “It’s okay”. I quickly cleaned my spear and began to bring home the bear. I had enough meat for a month or more. As I dragged the bear into my longhouse my mother started to clean and cut the bear. After a hard day of hunting, I rested my wearisome head on the mat, staring at the ceiling until I fell asleep.
I opened my eyes, gently rubbing them, stood up and yawned. Today was the wedding of Daku and Ekala and they were holding a potlatch. I prepared myself for the feasting and celebration taking place this morning. I came out and saw it had already started. It was supposed to be a short one, lasting only half a day. The dancing had begun. After a while the feasting took place. Many people ate fast but I took time savor the food. Soon after, the distribution of gifts started. Hosts did this to gain status and recognition. As soon as my name was called, I dashed towards Daku. I received a goat blanket. Later, I left to go fishing. It seemed that my idea of cutting a hole and fishing has become popular. It is now called “ice fishing”. Today was one of the best fishing trips I had ever had. I packed up and went home. Here ends the journal of Abenaki, son of Milek from the Haida group of aboriginals from the pacific coast of Canada.
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