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This is Won-a-pa-lei, or Karana. As you may know I was left stranded on an island with my late brother Ramo, or Chief Tanyositlopai, while my sister Ulape and the rest of our tribe left to unknown land. I wish to not point fingers, but Ramo was at fault for their departure without us. He was a stubborn child who went to collect his spear quickly before they could have left. I had to go after him because what’s an older sister to do? With my parent’s death and Ulape’s obsessive crush with Nanko, she sure was not going after him. I am glad I went after him. If I wouldn’t have gone after him I would’ve never met Rontu or Won-a-nee and her children. I also would’ve never met Tutok, who gifted me beautiful beads which I cherish deeply and …show more content…
I often rethink of my decisions and how it affected me and the island. What if I had chosen this instead of this? What if I had done this differently? These questions often occur to me as I am going about my day. I definitely don’t think my decisions had a negative effect on the island, but who really knows? I don’t and none of my animal friends could tell me any different. I did make mistakes and I know I did, but I am only human and my choices may not have had such an impact on the immense island I inhabited. I often wonder how my experience would have differed if Ramo had survived the wolf attack. What has given me screaming nightmares was the effusion of water spurting and spouting out of nowhere. It still shocks me that so much water could have drifted out of the ocean and recollected back to there after washing away so many objects. I do not regret doing what I did on my precious island. I think that if I did regret anything I wouldn’t be where I am today and that would be horrible disaster. I have made great friends and met wonderful people and animals. I have still honored my vow to not hurt or murder another animal by not telling them a thing of how I lived and who I
The Lost Letters of Pergamum by Bruce W. Longenecker begins with an interesting author’s preface that explains the book. In the preface, Longenecker explains that this book is about Antipas, who is mentioned once in the book of revelations of the bible, and that this work is fictional. He also illustrates that this story is a reconstruction of Antipas’ life in his final years. It is also explained how Antipas got his name from Herod Antipas. The preface goes on to explain that although this work is fiction, it is based upon extensive research of the author about the time period in which he is writing and has historical merit with regards to the Roman Empire and Jesus’ teachings. Longenecker notes in his introduction that the editor’s preface is also fictional. The editor’s preface is constructed in a very compelling manner that makes it seem almost real. It discusses discoveries of ancient cities of Ephesus and Pergamum and their temples and houses. The architects dug up Pergamum and there they discovered the letters of Antipas.
One might conclude that the Mi’kmaq tribes, in traditional times, lived a common and fruitful life. With only the resources of the land, they managed to overcome many obstacles and keep the Mi’kmaq tradition alive.
Many can identify with what it means to be a sibling. Whether you are the oldest, youngest, or somewhere in between, you can most likely relate to the individual struggle within one. Being the oldest may carry the burden of responsibility and a sense of duty, and the youngest may feel a sense of entitlement. Whichever place one holds may depend on the person. Mai Lee Chai’s “Saving Sourdi” tells the story of two sisters who came to America with the hope of finding freedom. The two girls found anything but that. The younger sister Nea, takes the unusual role of the guardian, while the older sister Sourdi is atypically being cared for by Nea.
A typical day begins with me waking up in my family's hut, a hut that I had a big hand in building. It is made of adobe bricks and I sealed it with a straw and mud mixture. My hut houses my wife and my child. My wife usually stays in our home to take care of my child and tend to the housework. While my wife works in our hut, I join the other men of our tribe to work in our village on the farming and occasionally hunting. Lately there are fewer animals around, but I look forward to hunting because I get the chance to use the hides of the animals to make new clothing.
Toni Yagyuu, the main character of the novel, experiences and overcomes many obstacles while growing up in the shadow of her siblings and failing to meet the expectatio...
“Out of the north deep waves rolled down upon the island. They broke against the rocks and roared into the caves, sending up white sprays of water. Before night a storm would certainly strike” (O’Dell, 19). This passage from Scott O’Dell’s Island of the Blue Dolphins describes the Ocean that surrounds the island and characters in the story. In this description the narrator, Karana, shows the reader that the people on the island fear and respect the power of the Ocean. The Ocean is depicted throughout the novel as something enormous and powerful. The way the Ocean is seen demonstrates an example of the Burkeian Sublime. According to Burke, the Sublime is an experience that comes from authority and power. A common example for the Burkeian Sublime is looking at the power of mountains. Mountains are Sublime because they’re large in size, and have the power to kill people. Therefore, through looking at Burke’s requirements for the Sublime the conclusion is made that Scott O’Dell’s Island of the Blue Dolphins contains the Burkeian Sublime.
Cabeza De Vaca is a very famous explorer he has been through so much all his life and he still got what he wanted...eventually. He had very exotic tasks such as being a healer to even walking more than 400 miles to Mexico City. Cabeza started all these tasks just for two things. He wanted treasure and to establish settlements with his group. In this story I explain how he survived from becoming a healer, to respecting native americans, to lastly knowing the knowledge of nature and wilderness skills.
return to the isolation of the wilderness. Despite the nobility of our quest we were forced
My father taught me to trap and hunt as a young boy. When I was 12 years old my father gave me first rifle. I had very little formal education, but my mother did teach me to read and write. During my various hunting expeditions, I would bring along my two favorite books, the Bible and Gulliver’s Travels. Sometimes reading them to my companions around the campfire for entertainment.”
Years later, I was out in the fields hunting with my father. Through the years I have improved my hunting and marksmanship skills. Hunting has taught me several things that I will value for the rest of my life. As a hunter, I am a provider for my family, I give back to the hunting community and to the natural wildlife reservations. I have learned to respect and honor the animals I hunt, to thank God for the opportunity to hunt on his beautiful land. I belong to a long tradition of hunting within my family, it has been something truly passed down
For seventeen years, I had been living with godmother’s family in Thailand. My parents left the country to find the new job since I was nine years old. My life was
My life was fine until I was taken from my home in Africa. They took my whole family, including me, on a boat, to America. Speaking of family, my owners are selling me, moving me to a new home, and I will probably never see the again. It’s normal, you know. My mom, dad, everybody said this would happen. It’s a cruel world.
My name is Mukua-kulua (warrior or brave one). My father gave me this name, because I fight everything; I am never scared of nothing. My home is in the kingdom of N’dongo. I was not yet born when some white man, came to my kingdom and start changing, the way that my tribe dressed, eat, talk and teaching how to worship their God. All members of my tribe had to learn these new things, and work for these white men. We were being colonized, as we had to learn and assimilate their habits. After that the white men who lived in my kingdom and my tribe lived all together. They learned some of our rituals, and expertise to hunt and survive in the African savannahs; it was a fusion of the white men habits and my tribe habits. Even though, this was our land there had being secession. The white men dominated our lands with their religion, language, and habits. Soon enough, most of the tribes around us were talking and living like them. We had no idea that our life’s were about to change again; our families were about to be apart, and many of our people were going to be killed, has they were expulse from their home.
In the Pacific there is an island shaped like a big fish sunning itself in the sea. Around it, blue dolphins swim, otters play, and sea elephant and birds abound. A young Indian girl lives and waits for her people to return for her, from the land to the east. Karana with her long black hair and her dark skin, held her own on an island after her people had left for a new place. She was sure they would come back the next spring, but after two springs she learned to live on her own. I really admire her strength and her will power. She faces so many different adventures that you can relate to your life in a different fashion.
For some reason, I’m having trouble putting my sister’s character into words for you, so bear with me.