26) Iatekwah found himself surrounded by a disappointing sense of familiarity even in this alien environment. The sweet stench of the place made him as nauseous as had the stink of sweat. He hated the sharp shrill cries of the birds as much as he had despised the rasping sadahosiuohsda. He detested the dew that dripped in thick drops off the trees in the morning and the rain that came every afternoon as much as he had loathed the sweat that had kept him perpetually soaked. He disdained the monotonous green that was as ubiquitous as the bleached desert sand had been, besides the color reminded him of what had oozed out of the scorpions he smashed as a child playing at being a lawgiver.
The food was something different however. While he hated the food he had to eat in the desert, it was filling, whereas the fare here was unpalatable. When he could no longer stand the ach of his empty stomach he reached into the bowl of little red berries that was refreshed every day. As soon as he tasted the saccharine juice he had to spit them out. He had left strict orders that the berries were to be picked before they had fully ripened. The rumble in his bowl was now added to the one in his belly. He cursed at a group of Oneidas the happened to walk near, but it helped very little.
27) Eventually the Seneca and Oneida learned new techniques and life in Ensehsahtenti became quite pleasant. Then the Cayugas began to move there in large numbers. They could not believe what they found, all manner of new material and innumerable ideas. It was an incredible period of invention that followed. Within a single generation the people were introduced to sticks which developed into rod’s, refined into canes, were improved into poles and finally they were able to look upon the newest incarnation of the staff. Incredible innovation such as this occurred in every facet of Haudenosaunee life. Many saw it as the culmination of a life long dream.
In Ensehsahtenti Iatekwah was no longer the resolute warrior inspired by the vision of a vast empire built up by his own hands. Unlike the others he alone never did adapt to the fruits and berries that abound. Diarrhea and malnutrition made him a weak and frail shadow.
Iatekwah was buried with his prayer-muffs just in case Hodenyedakwa had been right about the afterlife. Tekwahtekwah was recalled from his explorations to don the feathered crown of the Mohawks. The people found it hard to trust a man that had spent most of his life wandering though; he was little better than ioiatanekherent to them. It was the Cayugas, with their dazzling array of inventions, who grew richer and so more powerful. They began to resent the authority they had once surrendered to Iatekwah and the Mohawks and so through clever re-discovery of the sacred scrolls they won back the respect that they had once been to lazy to assert.
The food was something different however. While he hated the food he had to eat in the desert, it was filling, whereas the fare here was unpalatable. When he could no longer stand the ach of his empty stomach he reached into the bowl of little red berries that was refreshed every day. As soon as he tasted the saccharine juice he had to spit them out. He had left strict orders that the berries were to be picked before they had fully ripened. The rumble in his bowl was now added to the one in his belly. He cursed at a group of Oneidas the happened to walk near, but it helped very little.
27) Eventually the Seneca and Oneida learned new techniques and life in Ensehsahtenti became quite pleasant. Then the Cayugas began to move there in large numbers. They could not believe what they found, all manner of new material and innumerable ideas. It was an incredible period of invention that followed. Within a single generation the people were introduced to sticks which developed into rod’s, refined into canes, were improved into poles and finally they were able to look upon the newest incarnation of the staff. Incredible innovation such as this occurred in every facet of Haudenosaunee life. Many saw it as the culmination of a life long dream.
In Ensehsahtenti Iatekwah was no longer the resolute warrior inspired by the vision of a vast empire built up by his own hands. Unlike the others he alone never did adapt to the fruits and berries that abound. Diarrhea and malnutrition made him a weak and frail shadow.
Iatekwah was buried with his prayer-muffs just in case Hodenyedakwa had been right about the afterlife. Tekwahtekwah was recalled from his explorations to don the feathered crown of the Mohawks. The people found it hard to trust a man that had spent most of his life wandering though; he was little better than ioiatanekherent to them. It was the Cayugas, with their dazzling array of inventions, who grew richer and so more powerful. They began to resent the authority they had once surrendered to Iatekwah and the Mohawks and so through clever re-discovery of the sacred scrolls they won back the respect that they had once been to lazy to assert.
END CHAPTER ONE
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