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Welcome to another tantalizing Tuesday! Hope y’all are doing well today. And I have a special story for you today. A true story — one I ran across in doing research for the story I’m currently working on. This is from the book, BEAR CHIEF’S WAR SHIRT by James Willard Schultz, who is writing about his own true experience.
In June of 1877, Schultz’s mother had given him permission to go out west into what was then called Indian Territory on a buffalo hunt — he was to return that same year where he would attend a military academy, but he didn’t return until 1880 and even then, he was there for only 3 months before returning to Indian Country. Indeed, James Schultz stayed with the Blackfeet and married into the tribe and became a white Blackfeet Indian. There is a book he has written entitled MY LIFE AS AN INDIAN, and oh my, what a wonderful book it is — filled with thrilling stories.
This story is about one of Schultz’s adventures as a warrior going with a war party to retrieve Bear Chief’s War Shirt. On the way to determining what tribe might have stolen the shirt and a way to retrieve it, he had many adventures. The story I’m about to tell you he declares in his book is true. and is one he saw with his own eyes.
First let me tell you a little about a Blackfeet war party. There was a man who led the party and it was his responsibility to sleep and live (to some degree) apart from the others so he could pray for a vision that would tell him what lay ahead of the war party. Old Bull was part of this war party –he was a “Bringer of Plenty” — a man who called the buffalo to a cliff and over it so the tribe would have enough food to get through the cold winters of Montana. He had what the Indians called much medicine.
Schultz describes Old Bull as a man about forty winters (years) in age. Here is what Schultz writes about Old Bull:
“…I liked Old Bull best [of the war party}; in fact, I revered him. He was a man of about forty winters — tall and well muscled, with long hair, keen eyes, and a pleasant face; calm, dignified, and honest; moreover, he was a sacred pipe man, a medicine man, as the whites say. Old Bull was possessor of the powerful Eagle Head pipe, master of its long ritual of sacred prayers and songs.”
Old Bull was a man whom the war party needed to have a vision so as to alert the war party as to what they might face and it if would be successful. But, so far, he had not been able to have a vision.
Old Bull stated that oftentimes he had to go someplace alone so that his spiritual helper would come. He had told Schultz that often his spiritual helper would come to others as Old Bull prayed to their God, the Creator. His spiritual helper would then tell the others gathered there the answers to what Old Bull was asking. And so, not having a vision to help the war party, Old Bull went into a hollow tree and there began to pray.
And, I will quote from the book:
Bear chief was praying — “He had no more than spoken these words when his body stiffened, his face becoming tense and his eye balls rolling upwards in his head. He leaned back against the inside of the tree. Bear Chief and I were standing close to the tree when this happened…. Before us a white shadow was forming starting up from the ground and spinning up like a whirlwind, building higher and higher until it reached the height of Bear Chief. Then the fluorescent white cloud began taking a man’s shape, the ears, nose, mouth, eyes, and the rest of the face forming first, then the body, arms, and legs. The figure took on such details as moccasins, a full head dress to the ground, necklaces, and some face coloring. As I stood there, it seemed as though I could look through the Heavenly Visitor as one would look through a light colored window pane.
“The Visitor spoke in Blackfeet. ‘Bear Chief, I am your helper. I have been helping you all your life. I have helped you in battles, I guide you and give you good thought. My name is Gray Eagle.
“‘There is trouble for you ahead. How much trouble will depend on how careful you are in your movements. Do not travel this night. You all will go to the Sand Hills someday, but those who are needed here now will stay for a while; those who are needed over there to help do the work of the Above Ones will go earlier. Bear Chief, you will be rewarded.’ and with that the almost transparent visitor vanished into the sky in a streak of light.
“As Old Bull awakened from his trance, I asked him if he remembered anything that had gone on. Said he, ‘I remember only that I slept. What happened?’ I told him about the ghostly visitor and of his message.
“Old Bull continued, “Ever since I was a young man, there have been times over which I have had little control, when I have been seized by the Above Ones and when, as afterward related to me by my friends, Spirit people have built up and have been seen and heard by all present. I would much rather have a vision, where I get the message direct, but when day after day has passed and I have received no message, often if I pray in an enclosure, as I did here, I am seized, and Spirit people come forth.”
The war party went on to be successful in regaining the war shirt. Interestingly, Schultz writes, “After passing through several hands [the war shirt], the shirt came to the collection of Indian Americana at the Denver Art Museum. No myth, this famed Indian relic is now on display for visitors to marvel at for its color, design, and decoration.”
Well, I hope you enjoyed this story.
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Well, historically, the American Indians have pretty much had a bad rap. I can say this now having mounds of historical documents in my library of their own writings and/or stories they told to friends that they had personally been a part of, and those friends wrote those stories down. History in movies, in texts and other means of communication has been pretty much written by the victors and, until more recently, lies about them and their ideas of government, culture, freedom, the spiritual nature of man, the institution of marriage, of honor, of truth and the willingness to come to the aid of a friend has been hidden or simply not taught. And it is this culture which is unparalleled in many ways than any other society I have studied. Later, after I had started writing about the American Indians, I found out through a neighbor and a family tree (now lost) that I had Choctaw heritage that was hidden from me. This alone has given me a reason to try in my own humble way to write it the way I have found it to be.
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