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An Indian girl is forced to go to a reservation with her people where she is confused by the white people's culture and their God.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 novembre 2007
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781585587346
Langue	English

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1996 by Janette Oke
Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438 www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
E-book edition created 2011
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
ISBN 978-1-5855-8734-6
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.
The Blackfoot group on the cover is from the photo Into the Wilderness, by Roland Reed, and was used by permission of the Kramer Gallery and Studio, Minneapolis, Minnesota.
In memory of my mother,
Amy Ruggles Steeves,
a godly, loving woman who taught us to respect all people regardless of race or color, and to show that respect through an honest concern for their well-being.
JANETTE OKE was born in Champion, Alberta, during the depression years, to a Canadian prairie farmer and his wife. She is a graduate of Mountain View Bible College in Didsbury, Alberta, where she met her husband, Edward. They were married in May of 1957, and went on to pastor churches in Indiana as well as Calgary and Edmonton, Canada.
The Okes have three sons and one daughter and are enjoying the addition of grandchildren to the family. Edward and Janette have both been active in their local church, serving in various capacities as Sunday school teachers and board members. They make their home near Calgary, Alberta.
Foreword
This story has grown out of the early history of our province of Alberta. The history timeline will guide the reader through the actual events. The statistics given, the terms of the treaty, and even the words of the two great chiefs at the time of the signing of Treaty Number Seven have been taken from historical accounts. However, the story itself is totally fictional, and as such I have used some liberty in presenting the characters and their lifestyle.
A number of missionaries came west to work among the tribes and to help establish schools. Accounts tell of their suffering along with the Indian people, sharing what little food they had once the buffalo were gone and medicines in times of epidemics. Their dedication deserves recognition, and I have written this story to help deepen our understanding of all whose lives were touched by that period of history with its dramatic time of great change.
Contents
1. Her World
2. The Decision
3. Summer Camp
4. 1876-1877
5. The Buffalo
6. Loss
7. To the Plains
8. Boarding School
9. Lessons
10. A Visitor
11. Striking Out
12. Persistence
13. Travel
14. The Storm
15. Reunion
16. The Unexpected
17. Care
18. Choices
19. Winter
20. Into the Flames
21. Release
22. Chief Calls Through The Night
23. The Book
24. The Answer
Characters
Running Fawn -young maiden of the Blackfoot Nation, Blackfoot tribe.
Moon Over Trees -her mother
Gray Hawk -her father
Little Brook -sister
Crooked Moose -older brother
Bright Star -younger brother
Calls Through The Night -a tribal chief
Silver Fox -chief s son
Martin Forbes -(Talks With Full Mouth-Man With The Book)-missionary
One With The Wind, Laughing Loon -friends of Running Fawn
Broken Tooth, Stands Alone -Indian boys
Mrs. Nicholson, Miss Brooke, Otis -mission school employees
Historical characters:
Colonel MacLeod (Stamixotokon), Crowfoot, Red Crow, Medicine Calf, Bull Shield, Louis Riel, Sitting Bull , and a number of incidental characters.
Historical Chronology of Events
1837
Smallpox epidemic that wiped out two-thirds of the Blackfoot Nation.
1855
U.S. tribes signed treaty.
1866
Trouble in Montana called Blackfoot wars.
1874
Arrival in the West of the North West Mounted Police.

( Drums of Change begins.)
1876
Battle of Little Bighorn between Custer s troops and Sitting Bull.
June
Alberta Indians petitioned government-concern over number of white settlers.
August
Treaty Number Six signed with Crees, Assiniboine, and Ojibwas.
1877
Blackfoot Nation signed Treaty Number Seven at Blackfoot Crossing.

Prairie fires drove remaining buffalo herds into Montana.
1878-79
Tribes followed the buffalo.
1881
Buffalo gone, tribes straggled back to familiar grounds and many moved to Reserves.
1882
Blackfoot Reserve divided into North and South Camp. Missions established, along with schools. Some children sent out to larger centers.
1883
Canadian Pacific Railroad passed through close to the Reserve.
1884
234 acres of land under cultivation on Blackfoot Reserve.
1885
Riel Rebellion

( Drums of Change ends.)
1889
First coal mine opened by Blackfoot on their Reserve.
1890
Death of great chief, Crowfoot. Government-appointed Indian agent, located on Reserve, now serving dominant role.
1995
October 6, Calgary Herald) Chief Leo Youngman, last surviving direct relative of Chief Crowfoot, passed away at his home on the Siksika Nation Reserve. Youngman traveled to London in 1976 to invite Queen Elizabeth to visit Blackfoot Crossing in 1977 and attend the ceremonies marking the 100th anniversary of the signing of Treaty Number Seven. Prince Charles came in her place.
Chapter One
Her World
The small figure silhouetted against the outcropping of granite stone was not leaning on it but just brushing against it, so she knew it was there. Her gaze took in the full scene before her. A contented sigh escaped into the stillness of the morning and brought a hint of a smile to childish lips. Of all the locations for their camps, this was her favorite. Her most favorite spot in her entire six winters. She loved it. Loved it. She wouldn t have been able to express it in words, but it was more than love. It was a oneness with the surroundings, a oneness she felt in no other place. Like she belonged to the granite rock at her back, to the giant spruce and pine that covered the hillsides, to the call of the loon on the lake to her left, and to the gurgle of the spring that squeezed its crystal water from the rock crevice just up the slope from her. She sighed again, watching her breath in the frosty air, and lifted her face to let the morning sun brush it with gentle fingers of emerging warmth.
It had been a chilly night. She had buried herself in her furs against the cold and snuggled up closely to the back of her older sister. But she could tell today would be fine. Already the sun was making the steam rise from the cold ground and frigid stream water. Today she soon would stop shivering and perhaps even toss aside her heavy woven shawl. Perhaps perhaps there would be many warm days before the deep snows wrapped the camp securely in blankets of winter white. She hoped so. She wanted time to become reacquainted with the place she loved. To wander through the woods and wade in the cold stream. To lie on her back in the tall meadow grasses and watch the vees of geese pass overhead on their way back to their southern homes. To pick the few remaining berries from the wild chokecherry bushes and search for the last remnants of summer wild flowers. She dared to hope there would be many nice fall days remaining, even though the limbs of the birch and poplar were already close to being bare, their summer s green cloaks now spread like rustling gold on the forest paths.
Her eyes took in a nearby poplar whose bare limbs were, for the moment, lavishly decorated with a colorful flock of migrating goldfinches. It was an awesome sight and one that made her heart beat faster. For an instant she imagined joining them and flying off on buoyant wings to wherever they were flying, gaily chattering at one another as they went on their exciting journey-and then she remembered where she was and quickly changed her mind. There was no place in the entire world that she would rather be.
Suddenly she tensed and shifted her body. She lifted her head, tilting it slightly to catch a faint sound that reached her on the gentle wind that played with the loose dark hair against her cheek. She had not, as yet, redone her black braids. She pushed the strands of hair aside with a small, bronze hand so that her full concentration might be given to the sound. Yes. Yes, it was the call of a black bear. Not so much a call as a grunt. Likely a mother, urging her first-year cubs to hurry in their meandering forage for food before they would follow her to the den where she would spend one more winter with them.
She smiled in delight. Wise beyond her years, she knew her people would be very pleased to know that a bear lived close by. Their food supply was assured. If food was scarce in the area, the bear would have moved elsewhere with her growing cubs.
Suddenly she was in a hurry to complete her task and be off. She wanted to tell her family the good news. She would come back to her place for daydreams later. Later when the tasks around the tent home had been completed. Then she would enjoy the pleasures of the warm fall day and dream to her heart s content.
She reached down to retrieve the skin bucket she had placed on the ground at her feet and moved silently forward. The spring was filled with leaves and twigs of the summer months and would need to be cleared again before water could be scooped from the small pool at its base. She was too small to tackle the job herself, and that would be done quickly by one of the young boys. For now she would need only to dip from the flowing stream.
Lightly she hurried back down the trail, her buckskin garments brushing silently against her bare ankles, her moccasins leaving soft feathery imprints in the brown dust of the path. She must get home with the water before her mother came looking for her. She already had earned the reputation of The