Life as a sioux indian
These days as a Native American have become almost obsolete. My people are moving up the trail of tears in search of a better way of life and hopes of peace again. As we move the elderly grow weak and fall more and more. The children are restless and continually asking how much farther. I must keep my composure though and know that it will be all right someday. However, many of my Sioux brothers have lost their lives and now there are not much left to hope for. News spreads through the different tribes that the cavalry officers have been harassing and raping the Sioux women. As we make our way up the trail, bounty hunters and renegades come up out of the woodworks. Not only are our people defending their lives against the army but also our own Indian people who have abandoned our culture and become traitors to the w
Also, the buffalo in which we hunted for so many years just for the promise of food is now becoming few like ourselves. Thus, it became more difficult for us to maneuver further towards our destination. I leave now with my pride in hand and respect lost to the white man. The conditions are growing slightly worse as the winter is going to be a long and harsh one. The only loved one I have left is my youngest daughter. I say, "Yes, a Savior, will rescue us. In hopes of raising a proud warrior like myself, the white man came along and destroyed those dreams by taking my sons' lives as well as the rest of my family. My people have been slaughtered, raped, and battered and now there is nothing else we can do except deal with the tragic ways of the world. There we are restricted to a remote piece of land and held almost in confinement. As cavalry soldiers roam the Great Plains searching for the great Crazy Horse, the white man is becoming perturbed with our kind and beginning to kill more at ease. Then out of nowhere, forts suddenly became obstacles on the trail by gold-miners and Calvary. I leave the land that I only knew to a new beginning in boundaries that I no longer can cross. Soon though we will be there, no matter how few we are, in hopes of a new life of peace.
Common topics in this essay:
Native American,
Crazy Horse,
Yes Savior,
SIOUX INDIAN,
sioux warriors,
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