 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.
Raven, a Great
Hunter
Part II
Mr. Raven flew high over his family while they
skirted the waves. He thought, "The rough sea makes me sick so I
think I ought to return to the land." He managed to yell loud enough
to be heard by his family, "Good-bye Lady Bird and my sons and
daughters." In answer to their father, the Raven, they flapped their
wings.
As soon as he left, he cried, and said, "To
think that I'll spend the winter alone. Where will I live and with
whom?" He could not wipe his tears until he landed, so he decided to
try to float on the surface of the sea. When he did, he began to
sink, and the waves slapped him around every which way. "I wish a
miracle would happen to me." And, sure enough, there appeared a great
big door before him which said, "Come in, Mr. Raven, and dry yourself
in my living room."
He felt relieved and hopped in. The door popped
shut right behind him. "Oh! I am thankful for this lift."
The invisible owner who was leading Mr. Raven
through the hallway said, "Sit here and rest, but please don't touch
my lamp at the ceiling. If you do, you and I will be in the
darkness."
Raven promised he would not touch the lamp. He
sat for a long while watching the blinking lamp. Then he asked
himself, "Where am I, and why is this room so terribly
dark?"
After a while, his curiosity got the best of
him. He flew up to the lamp and poked at it several times with his
bird knife which he had kept under his wing inside its case. All of a
sudden, the light went out. When Raven went down, he bumped the floor
very hard. In the darkness poor Raven began to rock back and forth
from one side of the room to the other. And he smelled a putrid odor
around him and his feet felt
sticky. His wings were matted together. He
could not breathe; he knew he was suffocating. "What shall I do?" he
thought. He began to cry and great teardrops washed his sticky face.
Since he was very thirsty, he gulped these droplets and that made him
feel a little cooler. When the house stopped rocking, he decided to
cut an outlet through the wall with his knife. He worked very hard to
cut a square opening in
what he thought was a wooden wall, and every
few minutes he would run his fingers through the slit he had made. He
cut and cut and pushed and pushed and pushed. As he pushed harder,
the square began to move, and his repeated efforts made him feel
stronger. When he pushed on the square piece for perhaps the
hundredth time, it popped outward and he heard water splash as it
landed outside. Light came streaming in and blinded him, so he leaned
against this window. He did not know how long he stood there. Then he
said, "Thank goodness I'm breathing fresh air into my
lungs."
He felt his chest and it was like an inflated
balloon. Now Raven was able to peck very carefully through the
porthole he had made. to his surprise, he saw a long beachline with
its skirt spread out as if to receive the wavelets for herself from
the sea.
Raven was so happy and wanted to smile, but he
couldn't because his feathers had matted together and he couldn't
move his facial skin. All he could do was to quork and quork until
other land birds and sea birds began to fly around this house he was
in. He finally managed to jump out through the hole he had cut and,
when he did he plunged right into the shallow water of the beach. As
he was bathing there, the wavelets turned red. Then he hopped farther
up onto the dry sand and suddenly turned around. Do you know what he
saw? A large animal! He did not know what he had done until that very
minute. He had killed a big baleen whale. He said to himself, "I'm a
good hunter, Lady Bird."
Emily Ivanoff Brown
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 |
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| 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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