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Showing posts with label Warrior Culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Warrior Culture. Show all posts

23 July 2023

Gods.

Heyn & Matzen, Clear, Lakota, 1900


These were not Methodist Indians but warriors with a lineage that owed nothing to the white man. We did not live upon the same earth that they did and we flatter ourselves when we think we understand them. To pity these men is to pity the gods.

Jim Harrison, from The Road Home

My Great-Grandpa Firchau was sixteen years old when this photograph was made.

14 August 2019

Carnyx.


In 1993 John Kenny became the first person in 2000 years to play the carnyx, a Celtic war horn and much more. His instrument, a faithful reconstruction of a carnyx found in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, in 1816, offers a fascinating insight into the musical archaeology of the iron age.



Brilliant.

25 June 2019

Lineage.

Curtis, Warrior's Feathered Headdress, Cowichan, 1913


These are not Methodist Indians, warriors with a lineage that owed nothing to the white man.  We did not live upon the same earth that they did.  And we flatter ourselves when we think we understand them.  To pity these men is to pity the gods.

Jim Harrison

03 March 2018

Ceremony.


The Dog-Man (Dog Soldier) Society was organized after the organization of the other societies, by a young man without influence, but who was chosen by the great Prophet. One morning the young man went through the entire camp and to the center of the camp circle, announcing that he was about to form a society. No one was anxious to join him, so he was alone all that day. The other medicine-men had had no difficulty in establishing their societies, but this young man, when his turn came to organize, was ridiculed, for he was not a medicine-man, and had no influence to induce others to follow his leadership.

At evening he was sad, and he sat in the midst of the whole camp. He prayed to the Great Prophet and the Great Medicine Man to assist him. At sunset he began to sing a sacred song. While he sang the people noticed that now and then the large and small dogs throughout the camp whined and howled and were restless. The people in their lodges fell asleep. The man sang from sunset to midnight; then he began to wail. The people were all sleeping in their lodges and did not hear him. Again he sang; then he walked out to the opening of the camp-circle, singing as he went. At the opening of the camp-circle he ceased singing and went out. All the dogs of the whole camp followed him, both male and female, some carrying in their mouths their puppies. Four times he sang before he reached his destination at daybreak. As the sun rose he and all the dogs arrived at a river bottom which was partly timbered and level.

The man sat down by a tree that leaned toward the north. Immediately the dogs ran from him and arranged themselves in the form of a semicircle about him, like the shape of the camp-circle they had left; then they lay down to rest; as the dogs lay down, by some mysterious power, there sprang up over the man in the center of the circle a lodge. The lodge included the leaning tree by which the man sat; there were three other saplings, trimmed at the base with the boughs left at the top. The lodge was formed of the skins of the buffalo. As soon as the lodge appeared, all the dogs rushed towards it. As they entered the lodge they turned into human beings, dressed like members of the Dog-Men Society. The Dog Men began to sing, and the man listened very attentively and learned several songs from them, their ceremony, and their dancing forms.

The camp circle and the center lodge had the appearance of a real camp circle for three long days. The Dog Men blessed the man and promised that he should be successful in all of his undertakings and that his people, his society, and his band would become the greatest of all if he carried out their instructions.

W.S. Campbell, from The Cheyenne Dog Soldiers: Warriors of Indian Territory

02 March 2018

Excellent.

An excellent book ...


The awesome warriors were armed to the teeth with revolvers and bows ... proud, haughty, defiant as should become those who are to grant favors, not beg them.

30 January 2018

Stand.

Gardner, Little Coyote, Fort Laramie, 1868


The dog soldiers were the elite military organizations in the tribe. They were the last line of defense for the people. And so they were greatly esteemed. The warriors in the society were outfitted with a particular sash, which trailed the ground. And each member carried a sacred arrow. And in time of battle, the dog soldier would impale the sash to the ground and stand the ground to the death. They had a song which only the members could sing, and only in the face of death. So you can imagine that children, when they saw a dog soldier go by, must have just -- Ahhh, wow! Look at that guy, he's a dog soldier!

N. Scott Momaday

21 April 2016

Remember.

Curtis, Crow War Party, 1908


"Yes," he smiled. "I shall always remember my first war-party.  I was asked to go by the man who was to carry the pipe, and I felt so proud I could scarcely keep the secret to myself.  I thought the day very long, and was relieved when at night we rode silently out of the village with our faces toward the east.  We wore only light shirts and leggings made from the skins of bighorns, and carried nothing except our bows and shields.  War-bonnets and bright colors were hidden away, because they can be seen easily, and no war-party wishes to be seen.  Bonnets were never used by warriors until all chance of surprise was gone.  Then they were brought out, if there was time.  Our bonnets were in rawhide cases and might not be used at all.  

We rode all night without seeing our Wolves.  Yet I know, of course, they were out ahead of us somewhere.  I kept looking at every knoll top until we hid away for the day.  Then they came in, looking exactly like wolves.

Colonel Richard Irving Dodge, Our Wild Indians: Thirty-Three Years Personal Experience