Summary: They have come. They come like ants searching for honey. They come from the direction of morning sun, yet they are pale as ghosts. The paths for their metal beasts grasp the earth like the gaunt fingers of evil. They stretch for miles through our land given to us by our Creator. These men have no sense of reason, bravery, or respect for our Mother Earth. They kill our bison, which have fed and clothed us since creation. These men leave them rotting in the grass. They drink foul liquid and smoke bitter tobacco. They have no women, no children. They are blind to the ways of the Great Spirits. The white men have strange ways and tools. They drink a boiling black liquid in the morning. They grow hair on their faces. Many have hair the color of autumn leaves! They work all day building paths for loud metal beasts with fire in their bellies that give off a thick black smoke. They plant great trees with string between them. They shot at us when we approached the strange trees and metal paths. We had not fought them before, but now the time has come. The scouts left first. They go silent and watchful like hawks. We painted our bodies and our war horses. They too felt the anticipation of battle and would not quiet. The scouts returned after sighting the enemy. With the wrinkled chief’s blessing, we mounted at nightfall and bid farewell to our proud families. We went on swift wings to meet the enemy at their camp. Ha! They were all sleeping. The smell of their foul water was carried to us from the camp. They were foolish not to expect attack. We crept down from the hill from where we had been watching. We brandished clubs, knives, spears, and bows. We did our work swiftly and quietly. We all took the scalps of our victims as trophies. We destroyed their precious ceremonial poles and stole their horses. We returned home victorious, full of brave deeds. More men came. They were frightened by the site of their brothers strewn across the camp like dead dogs. They buried the bodies and repaired the damage to the poles. They fled after the work was done. They soon returned with different men. These men bore clothes of blue and lines of yellow. These clothes would make magnificent trophies! We sent more scouts and discovered that these blue men were smarter than their fallen brethren. They kept watch over camp and lit large fires to tear the cloak of our Brother Night. Their tents were many and all alike. Our Chiefs have decided to leave these men alone. We keep a regular watch on their camp. One cold morning I heard the approaching sound of hooves. The blue men approached. The alarm sounded and our warriors prepared for battle. Our women gathered the children and rushed to hide in the misty reeds and mud of the river. We were no match for their great guns and speedy horses. We were defeated and broken. Where were our Great Spirits? The white men took our land, killed our bison, and destroyed our village. Their crimes have gone unpunished and their great metal beasts roam our land. Soon our entire tribe will become nothing but smoke in their fiery bellies. Bibliography Book- Hofsnide, Robert. Indian Warriors and their Weapons, New York: William Morrow & Company, 1965 Internet- http://pbs.org/wgbh/amex/tcrr/peopleevents/e_tribe.html