Aboriginal diary entry

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Aboriginal diary entry

This blog talks about the social, economic, and political life of a Canadian aboriginal in Pre- Confederaiton from Search This Blog Diary entry of a male aboriginal: Part 2 Written by Risa March 22,The good, old spring has once again blossomed upon our camp.

Meat and corn is stacked in the center of the camp, feeding every member. Last night just before the elders went to sleep, the camp and us families decided to began the annual buffalo hunt for the year, starting today.

When I arouse today bleary-eyed at daybreak, I noticed from the corner of our dormer that dawn was breaking and that the usual blue sky was a combination of deep red and brillant pink with bright light emitting from the clouds that draped the sky.

After I completed my regular chores for Bako I dressed myself up, wearing my red-beaded buffalo shirt and deer skin pants that wore a fancy look along with my blue shall and beaded cocked hat. I then hauled myself onto Bako, and rode all the way to the depth of the grassland buffalo grazing land where the buffalo hunt was taking place.

The next minute he inquires about my daughter Flema, that he heard that she had a bad cold and was tremendously upset. When I reached the grassland I met up with my wife and daughter Shara, they were packing up knives and accessories for the big hunt in their cart and said that they were certain that I was about to win the tournament.

Aboriginal diary entry

I was very glad for their encouraging confidence and felt very pleasant deep within. On the start of the tournament every men were lined up with their horses in a straight line with our families watching us from inside the carts.

Every men including me hopped on our horses and loaded up our rifles with our buffalo runners horses stampeding against the large group of grazing buffalos, frightening them. As the crowd of buffalos ran I shot two buffalos on the head by my loaded-gun, gaining cheers from my family.

Then it occurred when Bako suddenly slowed down while the other horses tugged and pulled on the reins, yearning to race upon to the group of grazing buffalos.

For once in my entire buffalo tournament I thought I might lose, the pleasant feeling deep inside me had vanished. Evening finally arrived and every family in the camp on the grassland were busy on their carts, skinnning and butchering up the meat and bones which we could use to make new clothing, food and other accessories and needs.

I had won the tournamant fair and square with gleaming pride and honour when the chief handed me the reward, a metal trophy. When time came to leave, my family and I packed up satisfied with new things except that there was no sign of my daughter Flema.

I asked my wife where Flema was and she answered with a shrug. I looked around the grazing field and found Flema at last, but with a disappointing sight: Flema was embracing Danral, my stomach churned and I was stunned. Supra, my wife then broke in my sickening thoughts and questioned me if I had found Flema.

I pointed towards the couple and with a sudden, unexpected grin I said: Anyway, it is getting pretty dark and my wife insists I must sleep and I think I likely must too.Encounters with Aborigines (Page ) 'The eighteenth-century explorer’s close adherence to the advice offered by Lord Morton and the Royal Society produced ethnographic[description of races of men.]descriptions of the Aborigines that were significantly more detailed than those given earlier by the Dutch navigators and by Dampier.

Diary entry of a male aboriginal: Part 2 (Written by Risa) March 22, , The good, old spring has once again blossomed upon our camp. Meat and corn is stacked in the center of the camp, feedi. Tim Douglas is editor of Review.

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Later Aboriginal Affairs advertised in The Advertiser - ‘home wanted for two Aboriginal girls, approximately seven and nine’.

Mr and Mrs McLennan, who were mature aged and childless, replied and became our foster parents. Jan 13,  · T ONY T HOMAS. Papers rescued from a landfill, painstakingly unearthed archival material, long-forgotten records, diary entries and correspondence put pay to the myth that racist policies saw many Aboriginal children removed from their parents.

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