Chapter two

"What did that sound mean?"inquired the young boy.

"What were you saying?"the sage old man inquired.

I thought I heard an eagle cry, I don't know.At the end, the young boy raised his voice in uncertainty.

The elderly man, whose hair was long and mostly grey, said, "Well then, let us look up and see." He raised his head toward the sky.He has seen many winters on his face.Through hard work and a full life, he has earned the lines that crack his face.His long hair was integrated with a braid that blew somewhat in the breeze.He gazed at the sky with his eyes closed and let the sun caress his exposed skin.

"I see nothing, Greer."With typical youthful eagerness and enthusiasm, the young boy gazed up into the sky.Greer, the large eagle?Is it there?I'm sure I heard the scream.

"Would you mind hearing the tale again?"Greer asked.

The young boy simply squinted his eyes to get a better view of the sky.It was ineffective.The young boy didn't see anything, but he was pretty sure he heard the scream.Legend has it that the eagle that guards the sky is immortal and cries out to find his family.The People would benefit greatly from the enormous eagle.The Greer frequently told the story of the eagle to the young boy.While the eagle soared above Ondu, he adored hearing about how The People were safe from harm.The young boy wanted to see Oshwee'laho'ka, the great protector spirit, which only a few brave souls have claimed to have seen.

“Greer?”

"Yes, Chris, my."

"Have you ever witnessed Oshwee'laho'ka?"The young boy asked in anticipation.

The wise old man responded, "No one has ever seen the great protector spirit," with a wink in his eye.

The youngster, who had been sitting next to his Greer and starting a fire near his Greer's house, turned and looked at his grandfather with an incredulous expression.

However, your father informed you that you had seen the eagle and that you had also told him the stories.Greer, why would you make up stories that aren't true?Why has nobody noticed Oshwee'laho'ka?

Greer simply grinned when the question came up.

Those who believe in them will find that all stories are true.The tales that we tell are our set of experiences.We tell stories to recall a bygone era.We tell stories to show the people how to live Ohweelie on the land and teach them how to do so.The stories are our history and will always be told, if not by the people themselves but by the animals and the wind.The People will live forever, and rivers and mountains will remember.

After ruffling the young boy's hair, the grandfather settled in for another tale.The fire was consuming cheerily with little smoke.The family had consumed the prepared meal.The young boy turned his attention to the fire and stopped gazing up at the sky.Although he was with his grandparents and Greer still managed his own fire, he was now old enough to start and maintain his own fire.As he poked at the smoldering embers, the youngster was quiet.The village was winding down its day all around them.

The hunters have returned, some with success and most without;The majority of hunts are unsuccessful.The women take care of the children, the house, and the hearth.Women process all animals, ensuring that nothing goes to waste.All hunting is done by men; however, when a woman shows signs of being a good hunter, she is supported and encouraged.Never get in the way of nature's plan.

Although there were some roles that were exclusively performed by women and men, being male or female did not guarantee any role or position within the clan.In any culture, that was the case.The people of Ondu consider each person to be sacred.The youngsters were raised doing everything, when age proper, they did everything that they were said when in the town.The children lived with the women and older people in the village when they were young.Due to their advanced age, some elderly people were unable to perform their previous duties.So, before they could play, the kids around the village did what needed to be done.

Landownership was held by women, while clan decisions were made by men.The women would simply remove any or all of the men from the council if they were making bad choices.Despite their stoic demeanor, the men laughed frequently.While the women were just as ferocious as the men, they were mostly generous and kind.Before Ondu arrived, these were the routes.

A strange man who walked out of the ocean is the subject of legends.He was pale complected, his hair was supposed to be the shade of the most flawless of all silver, just like his long facial hair.There is no facial hair among the People.This thin man came to every little village, spoke in a strange way, and he spoke with his hands.He brought all of the small families and villages to a spot where the bright man smiled broadly after he had gathered them all.

The way this pale man walked with The People is strange; the way it was originally described, the pale man did not walk. The description of this walk has changed over time.In subsequent narratives, the pale man is depicted "walking" with The People.The first settlement of Ondu, named after the pale man, was where he stopped and smiled.The People came to a halt when he stopped.One of the pale man's hands held a three-pointed stick, which he sank into the ground with as he made numerous pale gestures.The location where Ondu dug his stick into the ground served as the village's water source.

Ondu taught The People a lot during her two winter stays with them.Astrology, farming, the health benefits of each plant, animal care, and many other topics.The People were able to establish a permanent settlement thanks to what they learned from Ondu.The People no longer needed to search the land for food for the first time.At first, the village was small, but as it grew, the structures were strengthened against the elements;making them permanent, the population began to stabilize and expand.

Through Ondu, the people learned about their cosmic identity.one that is in harmony with the clan, the land, and the spirit of the universe, as well as with the clan and the land.The People learned from Ondu to live in harmony with nature and to rely on its consistency and predictability.This was a very important message: become Ohweelie by taking care of and living in harmony with nature.Ondu also taught The People about the two sides of man: that each person had a dark and a light side, and that before one could live in harmony with the clan, they had to find inner peace.

“Greer, I've heard this story a lot, but I want to know if you saw the eagle.Have you been to Oshwee'laho'ka?

"Yes, I am getting there, Chris," I replied.

Ondu spoke lastly about the gods before he was to leave. He had not been in the ocean for the entire time he had been on land, and he looked weak.According to him, Utoo was the supreme god who was associated with fish and water.Two of Utoo's children helped him take care of the land.Too-ta-lo was the name of his son, and he was the god of the sky. He could appear as a huge eagle.The daughter of Utoo, the mother of all who live on the land;was Lo-ta-lou, the goddess of the earth.There was evil even in God's domain, a barrier to their light.

An-tee-toba was a spirit who was envious and desired Lo-ta-lou for himself.He killed Too-ta-lo out of jealousy and scattered his remains across the land.Lo-ta-lou, devastated by her brother's death, laboriously searched the land until she located all of his remains.With a magical feather, Lo-ta-lou brought her brother back as the great eagle.From that point on, the eagle served as the earth mother's guardian.An-tee-toba went to Ba-loo, the underworld, and waited patiently until he could try again the next time.

"Presently to address your inquiry My Chris..."

To the wonder of the young man, his Greer created a bird feather a similar size as the young man.The old man held the feather, which appeared to vibrate while shining with an awe-inspiring quality.The young boy had the impression that the feather was both present and absent at the same time.

The little boy could only say, "Oh..."He looked like he wanted to touch it, but he wasn't sure if he should.

Only the person who found the feather can hold it.I was twenty years old when I saw Oshwee'laho'ka.A shadow flew over the land while I was hunting near Lake Falls.Although I had never been in a battle to test my bravery, I thought I was a brave hunter and froze.The wise old man made a pause, looked up longingly at the sky, rubbed his chin, and continued, "I was too afraid to look up, I was too afraid to move."Too afraid to run away.I fell to the ground on my face after a loud cry broke out in the sky.Even though the old man seemed embarrassed to tell his grandson this part of the story, he did so anyway.

The young boy, on the other hand, sat there rapt.The boy remained motionless, not even flinching, as a fly kept darting around and landing in various spots on his face.His eye never left the enormous feather that Greer was holding in front of him, and his mouth was partially open.The youngster can't believe what he saw.

Greer admitted with shame, "I lay there for more time than was necessary, then when I finally stood up this feather was on the ground in front of me."I should have been afraid to touch it, but I don't remember being afraid.Greer acknowledged

I simply bent over and picked it up.Oshwee'laho'ka was flying away in the sky when I looked to the north.