by Peter A. Belmont / 2011-06-03
© 2011 Peter Belmont

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”Ishi—Last of his tribe” (Theodora Kroeber, Bantam Books, 1973) is a fictionalized account to the true life of the last remnant of an American Indian tribe, wiped out by American settlers until only one remained, Ishi. I have always found this story very moving, a warning to us all of the deadly implications of untrammeled “progress” and expansion, of ever-increasing environmental degradation, global warming, over-population, and all the other plagues by which “modern” industrial mankind threatens—first “lesser” tribes and peoples and then—himself.

Original Peoples lived, often, with little knowledge of Others, calling themselves “The People”. They lived in balance with their circumstances—food and weather—and had rich traditions, histories from the creation of the world—as they knew it. Modern mankind—having to a large extent lost all sense of balance or of living as a part of nature rather than as a dominator and destroyer of nature—has lost a lot. Part of what we have lost is dignity.

When Ishi’s tribe went into hiding—seeking to live as long as possible without contact with or detection by the on-rushing Americans, thus seeking to avoid extermination—there were a Grandfather, Grandmother, Mother, Uncle, Boy (Ishi) and sister-cousin. Forced to leave a long-time camp (village), they moved into a cave formerly used by a grizzly bear. Cave life was hard, and in a short time, the Grandfather and Grandmother died. Four were left. Ishi and his cousin were not to marry, due to tribal custom.

To loose the Old Ones is hard, very hard. They were Ancestors, as they said, in life as in death. Long before their time, came the First People—the Beginners. Now, after their time, no others came. There remain only four—a Mother, an Uncle, and two Cousins. These are the People who must live without Young or Old, without hope—the Ending, the Last People. Jupka [an early god] made this World for the People, but Jupka turned himself into a butterfly long, long before the enemy came here: he knew nothing of the no-color saldu [hairy white men with horses and guns].

She may no longer be young in moons, but my Cousin is to me as she has always been. Her cheeks keep the toyon berry color; her hair is smooth and shining as when grandmother rolled it for her; she walks straight and light of foot as is the way of Yahi women; her voice is soft as the quail—sigaga sigaga she calls to me.

Since many moons we go together when we are away from [the cave]. If I hunt, she goes over the hill and does a woman’s task until the kill is made. We gather acorns together and firewood, and we plan together each day where we shall go; what we shall do. She fills the moons of my days.

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