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Mimiteh The North American Indian

By Megan Nelson

Mimiteh walked through the green meadow (which was full on daisies) with his bow and arrow. He was walking towards the forest while his big eyes scanned the trees looking for his prey. The long, thick grass wiped the cold morning dew on his legs which made him shiver.

Mimiteh entered the forest and looked for the first creature to come into sight. Suddenly a deer bounded away from him towards where the water whole was. Slowly, so slowly he followed as if he were being stalked by another creature.

The water whole was cold and calm. He got his bow and arrow ready to fire it at the peaceful deer. Just as he was about to shoot, a fawn popped out of the bushes where it slept. Mimiteh got up and walked away but at the same time he tried not to scare the deer and her fawn.

He got back to his tribe (the Sioux tribe) and sat down to eat the meat his brother caught. Mimiteh's brother, Ashutosh, was much older than Mimiteh and was one of the best hunters in the tribe. He had long, dark hair and a serious face but he was not unfriendly.

The cheif, Chaska, talked to the tribe. He warned them about the white people. "The white man are going to attack!" the cheif announced calmly. "Get all your weapons and animals ready for the fight." All the faces of the Sioux tribe looked worried.

The day came for the battle to begin. Mimiteh was not quite old enough to go to the battle. His job was to carry the wounded back to the settlement on his horse. He watched for a good distance as Ashutosh hit and killed the white men. He was scared and proud at the same time.

Suddenly a cry of pain emerged from the bloody meadows. He stood up only to see a horse on the ground. He weaved his way through the loud battle and received the hurt man and didn't even bother to look at his face. He got to the tipi where the wounded were taken. Slowly he took the wounded man off the horse trying not to hurt his cut. He looked at the face of the victim. It was his brother, Ashutosh.
"Ashutosh!" Mimiteh cried. He sobbed and sniffed as he looked at his only brother. Not wanting to leave Ashutosh, the ladies said they would take care of him and that he had to go back to the battle.

The next week His brother's wound only got worse and worse. Soon it was infectad, pussy and red. Every day got worse. Ashutosh had never been in so much pain in his life. Every minute Mimiteh stayed by his side, hoping his brother would live.

The next day he died. Mimiteh cried and sobbed, sobbed and cried. They honoured him with a ceremony. No one smiled. Lots of Indians died during the battle. Every one had lost a family member.

A month later. . . . . . . . . .

Mimiteh walked through the green pine trees with his wife, Miacoda, and his brother's bow and arrow. They came to the big blue water whole. Mimiteh washed his face and hands with the ice cold water. It splashed against his sad face as he remembered his brother. He was disappointed that his brother had missed his wedding. Miacoda gave him a pat on the back. She could tell what he was thinking about.
"He isn't coming back. . . . . .It's. . It's time to let him go. He is a spirit now." Miacoda said calmly.
"I know." Mimiteh answered. He took a few big breaths and threw his fishing net in calmly.

A year and six months later Mimiteh was a happy man with son which he named after his brother, Ashutosh. He still missed the good company and laughter of Ashutosh. He is known as one of the best hunters in the tribe and has a great life.

Brian Falkner Books