 Marshall
Cultural Atlas
This collection of student work is from
Frank Keim's classes. He has wanted to share these works for others
to use as an example of Culturally-based curriculum and documentation. These
documents have been OCR-scanned. These are available
for educational use only.
A Terrible
Pain
I was born on a warm spring day. The
sun was shining and the birds were singing. I had to learn how to
walk almost instantly after I was born. A couple of days after I was
born my mother took me to a meadow where for the first time I ate
solid food which was grass. For the first few weeks of my life I
depended upon my mother for everything. She showed me which plants
were good to eat and which animals were friendly and which animals
were not.
One fall day my mother took me to a
river and we waited and listened. When we heard nothing my mother
jumped into the water. I was scared to swim, but I didn't want to
stay there alone, so I jumped in after her. When we were about
half-way across the river I heard a noise. It was getting closer and
closer. A little while later I saw something coming towards us in the
water. When we go to the other side of the river and we took off into
the trees and ran towards the mountain. I was very tired from all the
running and swimming we had done that day. We rested near a little
opening on the mountainside. That day was the first day that I saw a
moose other than my mother, and he was a big bull moose with really
big antlers. My mother told me that he was my father. There were five
other cows with us.
My first winter was very long and
cold. There was hardly anything to eat and it was hard to get around
in the deep snow. I was glad when it was finally over. The next
spring we made our way back down the mountain to the river that we'd
crossed in the fall. The ice was flowing and the geese were coming
back. We got a drink of water as soon as there was a little clearing
in the river, then headed back up the mountain.
In the fall my mother was shot. We
were feeding in a meadow and I heard a loud noise and my mother fell.
I stayed by her for a little while, but she didn't move. I didn't
know where I was going. The next winter was long and cold again.
There was very little to eat and the snow was as deep as the year
before. For the first time I didn't have my mother to tell me what to
do. The next summer I started to grow my first big set of antlers. In
a couple of months they were fully grown.
A year has passed since my mother was
shot. I had to be very careful because there was a lot of boats in
the sloughs and on the rivers. One day when I was getting a drink of
water from the slough I heard a loud noise and a splash of water not
very far in front of me. I looked around and at first didn't know
what to do. But when I saw a boat coming towards me, I ran into the
trees. I could hear men running after me inside the trees. I ran
towards a little clearing, and when I got there I could still hear
the men coming after me. So I ran towards the other side of the
clearing where I stopped to look back. Just when I got to the trees
the men reached the clearing. I stopped and turned and ran again. I
don't know how long I ran, but I was really tired. When I stopped to
rest I could hear boats all around me in the slough. I was really
thirsty, but I was scared to go down to the slough to get a drink of
water. So I looked around inside the trees for a little pond to drink
from. I found what I was looking for and I rested there for a while.
But the pond was too small and I was getting really thirsty again. I
didn't want to go down to the slough, but I couldn't help it. When I
got there and started drinking I suddenly heard a loud noise. When I
looked up I saw another boat coming towards me. I started to run
towards a meadow and didn't stop until I reached it. Then I heard
another loud shot and felt a bad sting close to my left shoulder. I
fell down on one knee and couldn't think of anything but the pain I
was in. I got up, though, and tried to run away, but I heard another
shot and felt a terrible pain in my neck. I fell down again, but this
time I couldn't move. I saw the men coming towards me, and I could
hear them talking. Then the last thing I heard was a gun shot, and it
was all over.
By: Willie Paul Fitka
III
(Alces
alces) The Moose
Moose
Fact Sheet
Student
Stories
Stories
By Parents
Stories
By Elders
Stories
By Successful Hunters
Stories
By School Staff
"If
I were a Moose…"
Christmastime Tales
Stories real and imaginary about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 1996 |
Christmastime Tales II
Stories about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 1998 |
Christmastime Tales III
Stories about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 2000 |
| Summer Time Tails 1992 |
Summertime Tails II 1993 |
Summertime Tails III |
| Summertime Tails IV Fall, 1995 |
Summertime Tails V Fall, 1996 |
Summertime Tails VI Fall, 1997 |
| Summertime Tails VII Fall, 1999 |
Signs of the Times November 1996 |
Creative Stories From Creative Imaginations |
| Mustang Mind Manglers - Stories of the Far Out,
the Frightening and the Fantastic 1993 |
Yupik Gourmet - A Book of
Recipes |
|
| M&M Monthly |
|
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| Happy Moose Hunting! September Edition 1997 |
Happy Easter! March/April 1998 |
Merry Christmas December Edition 1997 |
| Happy Valentine’s
Day! February Edition
1998 |
Happy Easter! March/April Edition 2000 |
Happy Thanksgiving Nov. Edition, 1997 |
| Happy Halloween October 1997 Edition |
Edible and Useful Plants of Scammon
Bay |
Edible Plants of Hooper Bay 1981 |
| The Flowers of Scammon Bay Alaska |
Poems of Hooper Bay |
Scammon Bay (Upward Bound Students) |
| Family Trees and the Buzzy Lord |
It takes a Village - A guide for parents May 1997 |
People in Our Community |
| Buildings and Personalities of
Marshall |
Marshall Village PROFILE |
Qigeckalleq Pellullermeng ‘A
Glimpse of the Past’ |
| Raven’s
Stories Spring 1995 |
Bird Stories from Scammon Bay |
The Sea Around Us |
| Ellamyua - The Great Weather - Stories about the
Weather Spring 1996 |
Moose Fire - Stories and Poems about Moose November,
1998 |
Bears Bees and Bald Eagles Winter 1992-1993 |
| Fish Fire and Water - Stories about fish, global warming
and the future November, 1997 |
Wolf Fire - Stories and Poems about Wolves |
Bear Fire - Stories and Poems about Bears Spring,
1992 |
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