 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.
Shot Through The
Heart!
All of a sudden I was cold all over
and I opened my eyes to see my mother standing next to me. I was
surprised to see all of the things that surrounded me. Not long
after, I stood up and wobbled around my mom. For the next few days my
mother and I didn't go any farther than the stream that wasn't more
than a quarter of a mile away. We never did stay long there either
and I wondered why. I asked my mother and she said that there were
many dangerous things that surrounded the forested areas. She told me
many exciting stories, especially about encounters with the humans.
The stories weren't very exciting for her, but they were thrilling to
me. Later while walking through the forest I met many other moose. I
also played with my friend Carlos who wasn't but a couple of days
older than I was. One night my mom and I slept underneath a huge pine
tree, with branches that nearly touched the ground. While we were
sleeping I heard a "drone" in the distance. Curious, I woke up my mom
and asked what it was. She told me that it was an engine, belonging
to the humans and that they used it to travel around to different
places. As the buzz went away I fell asleep again.
The next day was a long one. I had to
walk for hours and I didn't know where we were going. The air smelled
fresh and the newly sprouted grass was starting to grow tall. When we
got to a stream I peered into the water and saw little stumps growing
on my head. I wondered what they were and asked my mom. She told me
they were called antlers and that they would grow bigger and bigger
every year. Suddenly my mom looked up, and her ears went forward and
her eyes began bulging. She told me to start running as fast as I
could. Running quickly toward the big pine tree I heard a loud boom
behind me in the distance. I didn't want to stop and check what it
was, and when I made it to the pine tree I waited underneath its
branches for my mom. But she was nowhere to be seen and I was
frightened. I didn't know what to do and I didn't want to go anywhere
without my mom, so I stayed where I was. But I was lonely and tears
slowly rolled down my cheek and dripped onto the ground. That night I
slept cold and woke up hungry.
I was still sad when I awoke. After
getting up and leaving the pine tree I saw Carlos and his mom nearby
and told them what had happened the night before. They became as sad
as I was and said that I could stay with them if I wanted to. I
decided to do that and didn't feel alone anymore. I was a lot happier
because I had someone to pal around with again. Carlos and his mom
brought me with them whereever they went and I was really grateful
for that. I knew someday soon I would have to go out on my own and
Carlos would have to do the same. His mother talked to both of us
about all of the do's and don't's of adulthood. The last couple of
days of my stay with them were sad and I had a hard time leaving.
They were sad too and didn't want me to leave. But, although I was
scared, going out on my own sounded so cool.
That night I really didn't know where
to sleep, so I slept in the meadow where Carlos and I used to play. I
didn't really know what to do at first, since I felt as if I had all
the time in the world to do things. So I slacked off and mellowed out
for the whole day. Soon the green leaves of summer turned to bright
yellow, orange and brown. Then the wind started blowing and the warm
air turned crisp and cold. My mom had told me it was about this time
of year when humans killed moose for their families to eat. So I was
scared and paid more attention to where I was going, and I listened
carefully for the sneaky humans. But there was really nowhere to hide
and whenever I heard a bird fly from a tree I twitched. I finally got
used to it, and I even thought that maybe I'd never see a human being
at all. Then I started to get braver and go wherever I wanted to
whenever I wanted. Many of the other moose warned me about how sneaky
humans were, but I told them that they wouldn't be able to sneak up
on me. Then, after thinking about what I said, I started to feel bad
and walked off.
That night I barely got any sleep and
flinched with every crack in the trees. Finally I fell asleep, but I
woke up frightened in the early morning. There was a mist in the air
and I couldn't see very far, so I walked to the meadow and munched on
some grass and willows. Suddenly behind me I heard a whisper, but I
didn't look around. I only listened carefully and waited for another
sound. Nothing. The air was too silent and I began to walk out of the
meadow. Right before I got into the trees I heard a loud ear-piecing
noise and felt a sharp pain on my rump. Then I was down on the ground
bleeding and aching terribly. I tried to stand up but a human came
over and shot me through my heart. My body began growing cold and my
spirit started leaving. I saw my meat being cut up into carryable
pieces which the humans took down to their boat. They ate my kidneys
and my liver that same night, and before I knew it the rest of me was
in the freezer being stored. Then whenever people were hungry, they
cooked my meat and ate me.  Just
as long as they always took care of my meat the right way, I was
happy.
Cheryl Hunter
(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 |
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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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