Nadie
of the Huron
by
Nurin L, ON, Canada, Age 17
December 21, 1635
My
name is Nadie of the Huron. Nadie is an Algonquin name meaning wise.
I am anything but wise. My mother doesn’t believe me. She always
says that though she named me a non- Huron name she still feels that
it suits me. I feel not. I am not wise. I am but 15. I am still a
child. A lady my mother says. My mother is a beautiful Huron. Long
black hair that flies with the wind, perfectly sculpted cheeks make
her appear to be non-human. Her kind brown eyes will warm even the
most chilled being. Right now she is saying that I should stop trying
to practice my French, which is not coming along so well, and help
her. I mean look at my writing, so clumsy for a girl of 15. Dena,
my close friend, has already mastered the art of writing. Her writing
matches the nuns completely, while I am still writing like a young
child.
December
25 , 2004
Ahh, today is another blistering cold day. Hoping for my suspicions
to be wrong I went outside to check. Immediately my cheeks turned
a vivid hue of red. My hands were so stiff you would think that I
had been standing outside for days. While I had been freezing outside
the blistering winds had sent darts of snow into my eyes, causing
tears to leak out. When I got back in, my mother immediately told
my family, which is only my sister and mother, about the terrible
weather. Usually that wouldn’t have stopped them but it was
a day when you just feel like lazing around. Anyway my mother is calling
me, aurevoir.
January
3, 1636
Most horrible news: my younger
sister Prickrose has contracted the death sentence of a disease of
smallpox. My sister- infected with that disease. That is impossible.
But already as I write my sister’s fever goes up like an out
of control fire. Her head is bathed in sweat even as she shivers.
This is a sad day for my family. None of my family has ever been infected
since the horrible smallpox epidemic from 1634. Now we fear that not
only Prickrose but our whole family might die. I must go bathe Prickrose’s
face before she burns up with that fever she has.
January
13, 1636
Prickrose will die. There will
be no miracle. My sister is no longer fighting the smallpox. Her body
is dotted with pox. She is seeing things. Mumbling incoherent thoughts
has proven to my mother that nothing can be done to help Prickrose.
Wait she is saying something to me.“ Nadie tell mother that
I will be well soon and not to cry. Don’t cry. You will be with
me again soon enough. Goodbye! ” That is all my sister said
before going back to la la land. Or maybe her spirit is already with
the Great Creator and she just came to tell us goodbye? I don’t
get it. But how can she die on us like that. I’m older I should
be the one to die, not my 7 year old sister.
Later
Prickrose is dead and only to add to
my sorrow, Dena has become another victim of the smallpox. I went
to visit her and she looks as bad as Prickrose did. She is expected
to passaway in a few days. Ohhhhh , how how??? Only a few weeks ago
my family and friends were untouched by the smallpox and now my sister
is dead and my best friend is also dying. The waves of sleep are near.
I hope…
January
15, 1636
Dena is dead dead dead. Mother
is in mourning, sobbing every 5 minutes. I cannot cry I am numb as
a snowman. I have officially lost it. See. Oh no their mom goes again
crying and crying and crying. Actually I really want to cry but I
can’t seem to. The house feels so empty. No Prickrose to annoy
me. I’d do anything to have her back, and Dena is gone. Why
did 2 people I know have to die in just a couple of days…......
why????
January 19 , 1636
I had a horrible confrontation
with my mother. I fear I have not been myself these past few days.
I will record my conversation here for you to judge.
“Nadie, it is time to pay
our respects to The Creator and Prickrose,” my mother told me.
“Who says there is even
a Creator. Maybe its all just a hoax. A good Creator wouldn’t
take Prickrose away.”
“Why Nadie, the only thing
that gives me comfort during this horrid time is the fact that Prickrose
is now with the Creator, happy and free from pain. How could you not
believe in the Creator!” my mother cried nearly in tears.
“ Well I just do. Go pray
to a non-existent thing alone,” I stated snootily.
My mother started to cry in huge
sobs, almost as big as the ones she cried when Prickrose died. I couldn’t
stand myself and walked away. Who makes their own mother cry, especially
when my mother has to deal with so much grief? Obviously, the answer
is me. Ever since Prickrose died I actually have been wrapped up in
my self. But before that I was the ideal daughter and I never caused
my mother to cry. But now it is as if I am not even myself. It’s
all Prickrose’s fault. It’s her fault for leaving me here
alone. All alone and I can’t even cry for her and Dena.
January
25, 1636
My mother is having crying fits
and stays around the house like an invalid and this time it’s
not only Prickrose. It’s also me. Okay I mean that she is worried
about me. She’s never happy. I wish that I could cry. I need
to cry. I just can’t seem to….
January
29, 1636
My mother’s friend Chiti
came to visit her today. She brought along her son, Spiritfox. She
immediately told him, in her opinion quietly, to snap me out of my
stupor. He grabbed my arm and wrenched me into the woods while Chiti
comforted my mother. Spiritfox loomed over me, though he was only
a year older than me. He, Dena and I used to play together when we
were younger. But now we are older and Dena is DEAD!!!!!!!He
slapped me, HARD, on my face. My cheek smarted but no tears formed
in my eyes. Spiritfox was a fool; he knew that physical pain didn’t
hurt me. When we were but children we often got into fights. I never
cried no matter how hard he hit me. He grabbed me and took me to the
frozen river. The snow crunched beneath our feet as we walked down
to the river.
“Look there", he said,
pointing to a small fishing hole me and Dena had made right before
she died. “Those are your memories. You cannot run away from
them.”
“I can’t,” I
stated simply.
“ Nadie, you are just alienating
the few people you have left in the world. Your mother has suffered
enough. You ought to think of others, not just yourself,” he
said imitating a shaman.
“LEAVE ME ALONE! Do you
know what it’s like being me right now???” my face trembled,
“I can’t even cry for them. How would you know anything
about how I feel? You haven’t said a word to me since two years
ago, and now you presume you know anything about me!”
I slapped him back, running into
the forest before he could reply. By the time I finally got winded
I was at my secret grove. Then I remembered Dena, Spiritfox and I
had played there way back when. I nestled down next to my favorite
tree and leaned back against it, all the pain and grief from the earlier
days getting to me.
Suddenly I felt a watery substance
trickle down my rosy cheeks. I looked up to see if it was snowing
but it wasn’t. Then I realized that I was crying. While crying
for myself, my sister, Dena, my parents and all the Huron, I somehow
sensed that we were doomed. Don’t ask me how, I have always
had a good instinct for the future and I knew that we would all die
somehow. It was all related to the smallpox….all of it. Crunch,
footsteps were coming closer. I raised my wet eyes upwards and saw
a tall dark figure. I leapt up and attacked the stranger with kicks
and punches which would have made even the most skilled hunter proud.
“Ow, what did I ever do
to you,” a familiar voice complained.
“ Everything,” I replied,
unwilling to admit that I hadn’t recognized him. I am proud
that way. I was glad that it was getting dark. He wasn’t able
to see the tears still leaking out of my eyes.
“ Well come on, your mother
will probably start worrying about you soon."
“Fine then! I’m going
back.” I attempted to stalk off, but I tripped over a tree root.
As I started to fall Spiritfox grabbed my arm. I almost stayed upright
except Spiritfox lost his balance and tumbled down with me.
“UGH, I can’t walk
two steps without stumbling, today,” I spit out a mouthful of
snow. Suddenly,
our eyes met, and then almost our lips and suddenly we were rolling
down the hill, laughing like madmen. Spiritfox and I had forgotten
about the fact that gravity can interrupt even the most precious of
moments. When we finally stopped at the bottom of the grove, a minute
later, we were both exhausted. I managed to crawl over to him, pinned
him to the ground, he was limp in my grip. “Thanks for helping
me,” I whispered grudgingly, and before he could get up, I ran
into the trees, wanting to be alone. Finally, when I thought that
everything was over I headed back home. I opened the door and found
Chiti.
“Forgive me, child. Your
mother has confided in me about what is wrong with her,” Chiti
mumbled. Then seeing my confused look she elaborated. “Nadie,
your mother has the smallpox”.
I shoved past her in shock and
there lying down was my mother, sound asleep. I touched her forehead
with my cheek and sure enough it was on fire. Suddenly my mother stirred.
“I’m sorry Nadie.
I didn’t want to worry you needlessly. I thought it was only
a small bug until I saw some pox in my mouth. Nadie, I fear I will
not survive this illness,” my mother said as she drifted back
to sleep. I need to take care of my mother. She must survive, she
must!
February 8, 1636
My mother is still ill. Wait
she is speaking to me. I will record her words.
“Nadie, I must tell you
something essential to your survival. Your father is an Algonquin.
Since neither of us could bear leaving our tribes we went our separate
ways. His mother’s name was Nadie so I named you after her.
I believe she is still alive. I want you to leave me here and go to
the Algonquin village south of here. I will die peacefully if you
are safe. Pack up and leave me in a few days. Chiti and her family
will care for me before I die. I feel that the whole tribe is doomed
with death and I don’t want you to die too. You are the last
of my family and I don’t want my line to be wiped out just yet.”
I will do as she says. If it
will make my mother happy in her few precious days before death I
will do as she wishes. I have already packed my belongings. I will
put you in last so I can fill in the few days before I depart. I will
go fill Chiti tomorrow about my mother needing her care. I know she
will take care of my mother. It's just I don’t want to leave
mom.
February 9, 1636
I went and told Chiti about my
departure. I will record the conversation for your benefit.
“Good morning Chiti, I have
been asked by my mother to leave town and go seek my father.
My mother says that she wants me away form the village before I die.
I would stay but as it is my mother’s last wish I have no choice
but to obey her. Will you look after her in her last moments?”
“Of course Nadie, she has
been my best friend since I was a child. I will not leave her to die
alone. Spiritfox and I will do our best.”
“ Huh, what will I be doing?”
Spiritfox asked groggily. Suddenly he got the somber gist and tried
to catch my eye. Obviously, I avoided it. I had more important things
to worry about.
“Chiti, I must leave now
to prepare. Please come to my home tomorrow in the morning. I will
set out then.”
After that I left. When I got
home I saw my mother lying down, a weak but satisfied smile lingering
on her face.
“Mother what is it???”
“I drew you a map. Once you have
the map it will be easy for you to find the village.”
I started to cry. My mother started
to cry with me and we just sat there for a few minutes crying. Eventually
we stopped, mother sleeping and me reading the map. I am going to
go eat now.
February
10, 1636
Chiti came over to care for Mom. I will leave now. Chiti told me not
to worry and she would do her best to give Mother an easy passing.
She and Spiritfox will care for her and keep her comfy.
Later I left my home. I was practically
walking backwards the way I was looking back. I have been walking
for 7 hours. I will stop to sleep in a bit.
February 12, 1636
It
is so lonely walking alone to a village of strangers. I do not even
know how my father looks like. I will know no one there. My mother
thought my grandmother and I would hit off well. I hope so or my life
will be terribly dull. I am going to go to sleep now.
February
13, 1636
I am writing
in you because I feel that someone is watching me, stalking me. In
case it is one of my enemies I want you to know my last moments. Wait
I hear a thumping behind me. I will attack him with all my might.
I do not want to die on my mother’s mission.
Later
It was Spiritfox who was stalking me. His mother became ill and told
him to follow me. He says that my mother died peacefully on the 11th
and that she was smiling as she died.We are almost at the village
according to my map. My stomach is full of butterflies. I am excited
about meeting my grandmother.
I will not look back at the pain as my journey
ends; but rather, I will remember the happy moments I have shared
with my family. The only way I can continue living is to move on.
When I find my grandmother, I will give her this journal, in which
my memories will live forever.