In the book Black Elk Speaks the main character Black Elk started to tell his life story to the John G. Neihardt. Black Elk spoke of his early life and how “The Grandfathers” spoke to him telling him things like, take courage and he now has a cup that gives life. He then goes on and talks about his first major accomplishment which was killing a buffalo at the age of ten. Some of his childhood stories were told too. When he and other kids would play they would do things like, cut off the uppermost portion of a flagpole which resulted in Redcloud talking peace into the soldiers with words of wisdom.
He grasped the trigger, and shot. ‘’Bang,‘‘ the bullet exploded with power right out of the gun. Jamie looked up to find his trophy buck, but he could not see it. Although he knew to wait fifteen minutes, his eagerness took over and Jamie left his spot. Being cautious to make as little sound as possible, he dashed over to find the spot where he shot the buck. The buck was nowhere to be seen, but something else important was there.
The beast is a hunter. Only— shut up! The next thing is that we couldn’t kill it.
While we read a handful of chapters in Black Elk Speaks, one chapter in particular caught my attention more than the rest. Chapter 21, “The Messiah” was a rather captivating one, in not only its content, but also the unfolding of the previous two chapters that leads up to the content in that of chapter 21. The aspect of chapter 21 that are most captivating to me is the realization of everything that is taking place out west, while Black Elk isn’t present. While these chapters not only give us insight to the Wasichus’ movement west and the treatment to which they displayed towards the Black Hill people, we are also exposed to the individual struggle to which Black Elk himself is overcoming. For his in particular, he’s not only an individual who is suffering from
A buzzing sound could be aurally perceived from the distance, the scout still running turned his head and leaped forward into a combat roll as a laser boomerang twirled right at him. It struck a couple of feet away, in a curving kineticism tilted and went back on its pristine path, in turn he expeditiously took cover abaft a tree observing the weapons
Yazmene Escojeda Finishing of Spirit Bear So there headed back to where they lived went Cole and Peter. When they got there they went to the hospital just to make sure Cole had made some improvement in his health from the attack. So the then Coles lawyer walked in and Cole said “long time no see”. Then he asked Cole one more time “did you really see the spirit bear?”. Cole said answering very confident “ yes in deed we actually saw the spirt bear again on our last visit to the island”.
I love the visual images that Black Elk gives when he talks about the village or war party made up of all the different nations. The number of people that must have been there in order for you to not be able to see all of the tepees that were in the valley is truly astounding. That would have been an amazing place to be. I would have loved to see how all of the people intermingled, and interacted. There might have been a very large intermixing of families at the event.
By the end of the book, the only things left of Black Elk and hsi home is the remnants of a dream full of life and prosperity, and a sorrowful old man who still only wants the best for his people. “And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people’s dream died there. It was a beautiful dream” (218). While Black Elk finishes the recount of his story, he remembers the people butchered there, and the pieces of a dream filled with life, prosperity, and hope.
Literature Review - Black Elk Speaks Black Elk Speaks by Nicholas Black Elk is Black Elk’s life story, as well as his visions, and perspective on settlers invading his homeland during the nineteenth century. Native American, Black Elk, vividly describes everything he remembers. He goes through the basics. He was a Lakota of the Ogalala band.
Rat went to automatic. He shot randomly, almost casually, quick little spurts in the belly and butt. Then he reloaded, squatted down, and shot it in the left front knee. Again the animal fell hard and tried to get up, but this time it couldn't quite make it... All the while the baby buffalo was silent, or almost silent, just a light bubbling sound where the nose had been.
Recently Owen Aerts has been hunting. Owen had shot a 6 point buck. He went hunting to manage the deer population in Lakewood Wisconsin where there was a lot of deer hunters out in the woods on that day ,but Owen got a buck. A lot of people just went out in the woods and sat next to a tree.
In reading this book I found that the heart song was illustrated in a way to pull at the heart strings. I was captivated from the moment Charging Elk woke in the hospital in Marseille, unknowingly reading a form of rebirth. What follows is a fascinating account of the adventures of a true stranger in a strange land. Watching, in my mind, the play that James Welch built, cast, and set to life was a beautiful experience.
In the short stories, “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin and “Wildwood” by Junot Diaz, there are a similar type of theme and main character. Both short stories utilize a theme of freedom and a main character that goes along with the theme. The main character is one that is “held back” and wants to have freedom, but there is an antagonist that is preventing that from happening. However, towards the end of the story, there is a plot twist and change in the mindset of the main character. Both stories end very differently, but with the same sort of idea.
The Hunt It was a gloomy September day and the bear hunting season was about to begin. The old farm truck was loaded full with barrels of cooking grease, assorted candy, birdseed and tubes of sticky frosting. We were to hunt four hours north in a little town called Orr, Minnesota. My family had an 80 acre lot that we used strictly for hunting. My mom volunteered to sit in the stand with me and videotape the hunt.
One of the best days of my life was when we went deer hunting in South Dakota with my dad, brother, uncle and two cousins, but before I tell you about my trip let me tell you how it started. We left early in the morning to head to South Dakota where my cousin Jacob, who had just got a job as Game warden in Custer State Park, was taking us deer hunting. We got as far as Fargo, North Dakota when my cousin Keith asked my dad where our license were. Then to our surprise we forgot them back at home. We were lucky enough to have my two aunts and mom bring us the license because they were going to Fargo that day anyways for a girls shopping day.
