By Dennis Banks
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Men and women sang, and some smoked the pipe for me. As I savored the smoke and the fragrance of the sacred red willow bark tobacco, I closed my eyes and recalled Grandma and my childhood. Three men sitting on the ground were smoking the sacred pipe. I never spoke to them but I knew they were smoking and praying for me. I got down beside them, knowing that they were smoking for my coming back safe and in one piece. CHAPTER 5 Machiko Because there was a seed, a pine has grown here on these Barren rocks.
They rubbed lots of it in our hair. I suppose it was to kill lice. We didn't have any lice, but they assumed we did. Then they shaved our heads down to the skin. I had worn long hair down to my shoulders; I felt uncomfortably naked without it. We continued through the line where all our clothes were taken from us. They issued each of us a government khaki uniform and stiff black shoes, ~ h i c h ' i m m e d i a t estarted l~ to chafe above my ankles and soon rubbed me raw. I remember the years of Pipestone as the years of blistered feet.
We could have cooked it. " Until that time it had never occurred to me to be eating porcupine. I hunted. Grandpa Josh taught me, "If you meet an owl or a fox when you start out on a hunt, it means bad luck. You might just as well go home. Never kill an animal wantonly. Don't say anything that could hurt the feelings of a deer. 'The Great Spirit who created the deer does not like it. " I N T E R L U D E Hunting is best when the leaves are falling and the deer are fat. When they held a deer fry, a family would invite everybody over for big cookouts.