I was surprised that the winter people were evil beings whose hearts had turned to ice. I thought winter people was what their tribes called themselves.
I liked the paragraph:
"So my gentle mother would tell the story, reminding me to be careful and remain aware when I was alone in the forest. Little did I know that one night I would find another meaning for the tale. Our whole village would hear the awful howls of those hungry for our blood. On that night, even the safety of our lodges would not be enough."
I always look for love in a book and only a handful of pages in and a girl popped up. Azonis Msadokwes. It was funny how he said that was no way to act for someone 2 years younger when she brushed past him. I couldn’t wait to see where that went.
I liked that they said people walked the road of stars when they died.
I was confused by all the names of people and tribes. There were the Abenaki, which is Saxso's tribe. He said some Skaticook Indians lived with them. They were a branch of Mahican. The French were their allies. The Stockbridges sounded like white people, not an Indian tribe at all. They hated the French. The Bostoniak sounded like an Indian tribe, but they're whites. St. Francis sounded like a saint to pray to, not an Indian mission village. Awanigeekneegeek was their name for white people. Hard to know who was who and enemy vs ally.
Interesting that they met other tribes with their weapons held out, and traded weapons as a sign of good faith. White people thought they were cowards for surrendering their weapons.
Whites killed women and children and they considered them to fight unlike real people and have no honor.
The French tended the sick Indians during epidemics, learned their language and seemed to love the Indians more than their own people. The French brought them churches and priests and helped build their homes. I didn't know that, but that explains why they allied with them.
The French were 1 for every 1,000 English so they paid Indians to capture the English. Beaver and game was scarce and they needed money. The French even believed young whites could be taught to live with honor. Captives were surprised at how well the Abenaki treated them.
They adopted practical things from whites like shirts and boots but wore them with some of their own clothes, keeping the old ways.
White captives feared to go back to the cruel whites, esp women because they would be owned by their fathers or husbands and not able to make their own decisions. And treated with contempt for living with the Indians.
They knew they were going to be attack and some stayed in the Dance Hall and played music to make the enemy go deaf. They played with more instruments to make it sound like more ppl were in there.
White men didn't bathe much and Indians joked you could smell them before you saw them.
Some white parents beat their children but the Abenaki didn't punish children.
The Indians that attacked them with the British painted their faces white.
"The Creator is sometimes kind to us at those times when our hearts are ready to break, giving us forgetfulness or blindness, closing our eyes or our ears to those things that would be too much for us to bear." What a way to look at that. He has such a deep way of describing things.
It was interesting that the White Devil Rogers captured any whites and those who had blue or green eyes because they might be white. He wanted those who spoke English so he could gather info. It gave me chills when he asked one woman where the warrior were and she spat in his face and said they're behind him.
The French were considered better shots and the Bostoniak feared them. The Colony Militia was called Milice, and these militiamen were from New France, the part of America they settled in.
Some of the Bostoniak chew their musket balls so that when they hit a person they break into pieces and travel through the body, breaking bones and doing a lot of damage. The French considered it cowardly and dishonorable.
The French sent a silver statue from France to their village to go in the church. It was proof of their ties.
Once they were attacked and he lost his family I was really impatient. He had to go through the rigamarole of asking everyone if they had seen his family, and it was really dismal to read through the devastation and destruction, all the dead bodies and burned buildings and missing people. It went on too long and it took too long for them to even think to go after their attackers. It desperately needed some action. Also, Saxso passed out 3 times and I was sick of that. It got old.
It picked up after he woke up from the third unconsciousness, and the Worrier told him his uncle had already left. The men and the French were going to kill the enemy, but Saxso wasn't to use his weapons to kill, only to hunt. He had to only have one purpose if he was to succeed.
They thanked the water and land when they went on a journey.
The story he told from when he was a boy was cute. He stepped on a stick and it cut his foot and he cried and went to his mom, saying it was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. She said if stepping on a stick is the worst thing that ever happens to him then he'll live a happy life. He asked what could be worse and she said he could've stepped on 2 sticks. Someone heard and the story made its way around the village and people called him Two Sticks.
Each moccasin leaves a different shape and they could tell by looking what kind of tribe had left the tracks.
Neat that they had a legend that the tamarack, pine, cedar, and spruce were told to stay awake and if they did they'd be given a special power. The last night the tamarack fell asleep and so he had to lose all his needles in the winter and stand bare, while the other trees got to stay green all year long. I like legends to explain things like that.
Painting their faces red was a sign the men were going into battle.
It was cool how when Saxso was on his journey, he came across the canoes of the men who had gone before him. When the men came walking up, he called out to them and said friends and said his name. Despite how tired they had been they all either dropped to their stomachs or hid behind trees with their weapons pointed at him.
I was horrified as I read that the Stockbridges and Rangers killed and ate the captives. I have never heard of anyone in America's early history eating Indians. The story took a dark turn. I can't believe that was a part of history that no one has ever mentioned. When one of the women captives who escaped told Saxso they only wanted the fat ones, and it was like they wanted to eat them I thought there would be another explanation for it, not that they really were going to eat people. It was horrifying and so gruesome to imagine. It was awful that his friend Antoine had been one of them.
It was really cruel and unsympathetic of Saxso to say that he wouldn't turn around in despair like Chief Gill. He would find his family. Easy for him to say. His journey had barely started and he hadn't done anything to find his family, only asked everyone else what they had found. And what was Chief Gill supposed to do? His wife and two sons were killed and eaten, so of course he turned around.
Indians scouting sat facing away from the fire, because the light from the fire kept you from seeing into the darkness for enemies.
He blackened his face with charcoal from cooking fire so he wouldn't be seen at night. He squinted his eyes so light wouldn't reflect off them.
It was cute when Saxso caught up to his family, and went ahead to tie the end of some branches into a knot, a sign his mom had taught him to mark the path. She pretended to fall and untied them, and she tapped her chest so signal to the person who had tied the knot that she loved them.
It was so unexpected when Jacob let them go. He shot Saxso and was coming to finish the job, when Saxso's mom appeared with his gun and aimed it at Jacob. She said "my son" and Jacob smiled and tapped his chest and told them to go.
They would put rocks into their dugout canoes and sink them underwater, hiding them at certain places for fishing and hunting. When they needed them they would take the rocks out and then tip the canoe over on the shore to get the water out. When they were going downriver they didn't need paddles and they used poles to push off from things and steer.
There was so little time left in the book after he found his family. The pursuit of his family took way too long. I was so irritated that Saxso passed out not once but twice after finding them. Enough with the passing out. Gosh, what a terrible way to tell a story when the main character keeps falling unconscious.
Indians don't say goodbye or turn to look back at people once they've left them, only white people.
It was so sad that some bodies were burned too badly to identify, and he said maybe one of the bodies that were buried was his friend. Piel was never seen again.
It was such an unexpected surprise that Antoine Gill, Chief Gill's son, came back to the village on his own and hadn't been killed after all. His mom and brother hadn't been killed and eaten but had fallen from a cliff, and the Rangers buried them. White Devil Rogers made him a guide, and Antoine respected him. He never loved him, but at the end Rogers set him up with a white family. I couldn't believe we were made to think they had been eaten when they really hadn't been.
I couldn't believe the book ended with no more mention of Azonis. It was like the author forgot all about her. I had hoped for a little love in here, that he would marry Azonis but after she told her tale at the Dance Hall her name was never spoken again. I kept waiting for her to come back into the story but her fate was dropped completely. Also, I would have liked to know if Antoine married Saxso's sister, Marie-Jeanne. She loved him but he never made a reciprocation. At the end she touched his shoulders and smiled and that was it. I hate loose ends, wondering what happened to people. Also, we didn't even get to see his dad's reaction. Saxso said they saw him before his dad and then didn't tell his dad reuniting with his lost son.
The author's note stated that the Abenaki village that was once St. Francis is still there in Quebec. That's really cool to know it survived. And that the Abenaki name, even though there were never more than 150 warriors, were feared.
It was so sad to read Rogers describe the attack in his own words. It made the whole thing worse. They attacked before the Indians had any time to recover or raise arms, until they were mostly destroyed. A few went to the water but the whites went after them and shot them and sunk the canoes. They burned everything except 3 buildings which they meant to use for themselves. He dispassionately reported that many burned in the fire because they wouldn't come out. I couldn't believe what I was reading. They killed 200 Indians, captured 20 and let 15 go. He kept 2 boys and 3 girls. Idk how the author celebrated him as a respected and honorable figure when he didn't have one good thing to say. How did the author write that he wouldn't let his soldiers steal and everything else when he sounded like such a villain?
Rogers' Rangers were considered the first Green Berets.
It was good that Rogers' attack wasn't as successful as he claimed. He said he wiped out the Abenaki but in reality it was only about a third because more were elsewhere. Rogers' scout really had warned them according to oral history. Only 20-30 Abenaki were killed.
I was shocked that they went back to trading with the British and Americans after the French left.
It's cool his great-grandpa was born in St. Francis and his wife's people were survivors of Rogers' Raid. His son went to Odonak, St. Francis village today, and helped create a syllabus for their language.
He was really good at writing an historical novel and capturing the way of life and thinking back then. There were just a few things that stood out as being too modern. “They will wipe you out.” “My mind racing.” “Mind running.” “Turned the tables.” “Sound the alarm.”
All in all, he's a really good writer and I enjoyed the way he said things and looked at that world. It was a pleasure to experience life in this period and he had such an interesting way of speaking like a character back then and connecting with how someone would have thought back then. But the plot needed to be stronger. I didn't really like that he had to go save his family, and it took him entirely too long to do so. Also, it was monotonous that he kept passing out and waking up so many times. The plot should have been faster because the pace was entirely too slow and not engaging as I waited and waited for him to take action. I found it too perfect that his mom and two sisters were alive and well when so many others had been killed or died another way. The very way he saved them was a little too perfect too. He rolled some rocks down the hill and it was confusing too. I couldn't tell what had happened or how two boulders destroyed the entire path. Then the enemy Indian let them go and that was that.