 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.
That Was
That!
If I were a moose, the first thing I
would do after leaving my mother is say,"Oom!." Then I would run around and
discover how good it feels to be on my own. I would check around and
explore the vast wilderness all around me. Which is what I had to do
because when I was one year old my mother abandoned me and my sister.
While I was walking along the river I heard a big splash, then
something slurping. I was very curious and also very scared, for I
didn't know what dangers there might be from this creature. I crept
over to the water's edge, looked down, and, to my surprise, sitting
there eating a fish was a harmless old bear. I walked toward the bear
and said, "Hello."
Although I'd heard that some bears
are known to attack a moose, this guy was harmless because he was
very old. You can tell when a bear or moose is very old because they
move slower than a porcupine. The bear finally looked up at me and
replied, "Hello." Then he asked me, "What brings you to the water's
edge?" I said, I just heard a noise and was curious, so I just had to
find out what it was." The bear seemed very wise and very nice. He
also gave me some advice about the land around us and a little tip on
the consequences I might have to face if I were to invade someone's
territory. Then I asked him if I could stay with him for a couple of
days so he could show me the ropes and take me around to other
places. He agreed and, just before we went to bed he said to me, "The
best part about living in the forest is that no matter where you go,
you're always home." Then before I could say anything more, he was
out like a log and never woke up till the next day.
That night I couldn't sleep because I
was so excited about learning new things I never even knew existed.
But I couldn't stop thinking of the past and how my mother had
abandoned my sister and me. But I had to accept it because that was
the way it had to be in the moose world. I remember the time my
mother told my sister and me that there would be a day when man would
come into the forest and kill a lot of our friends and relatives, and
maybe even me. She said to always be aware and prepared for "the
danger that awaited my acquaintance." After that, I felt afraid to
seek out anything in the outside world. But a piece of me inside also
told me to go out and explore and seek that something new. Soon I
forgot all about those things and fell asleep.
The next morning when I awoke, the
old bear was still in dreamland. I tried to awake him, but he was
stubbornly asleep, so I waited, eager to be on my way. When, at last,
the old bear awoke, we found some breakfast and then went on our way.
The bear showed me what an adult moose's diet was, but, of course, I
had already known that. To tell you the truth, I had already known
most of the things he was telling me. But it was good to review all
of the basics of survival. It wasn't long, though, before we had to
say our goodbyes and I found myself alone again.
It has now been about three months
since I met the old bear. I noticed that two hard stubs were growing
out of my head, and they gave me a bad headache. Gosh, I can't
explain how bad they itched when they first started coming out. The
stubs grew until I could finally see them, and after awhile they got
to be a real pain because they made my neck sore. But after awhile I
got used to them being there.
One day I was walking along the
riverside when I heard this strange loud noise.
It was louder than the sound of the
rocks falling off the cliff side, but it didn't last as long.
Suddenly I saw another bull running with all his strength. When he
got to me I asked him why he was running so hard. He told me, "It's
that time of year again!" I hollered at him, "Time for what?" He
yelled back, "The hunter's! Run, save your life, fool!" So I ran with
him for about a minute. But the hunters were already on our tail and
firing shots at us. The strange loud noise I'd heard was their rifles
shooting! That time, we were lucky, though, and we got away. The
things my mother told me were really paying off.
In the forest the other bull and I
got to know each other and became pals. I thanked him for saving my
life, and ever since the shooting we stuck together like tree gum to
the tree. We looked after one another until this tragic day I'll
never forget. We were walking along expecting nothing, when a gun
fired and hit my pal right in the heart. He died instantly and I just
stood there in disbelief. Then I found myself running harder than I'd
ever run in my whole life. When I finally stopped I was sweating from
the top of my head to the bottom of my hooves. What I'd seen was
horrible, and I hoped to god that it would never happen to me. But
the next day it did. As I was walking on the hillside I heard a gun
shot and felt a severe pain in my hind leg. I tried to run but
couldn't, and I fell down. Then the hunters came over to me, stood
there before me, and deliberately took my life! And that was
that!
Tassie Fitka
(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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