The Carrot Ranch February 7, 2019, prompt is to working-template-for-ff-challenges101.png“in 99 words (no more, no less) write a
story that includes a sign. It can be a posted
sign, a universal sign, a wonder. Go where the prompt leads.”  The prompt led me back to those giant birds from last week’s mythstorical retelling of Maushop in “Thar Blows”




Massasoit keeps me close; he does not trust me who has been carried away and back by the giant birds, which have been preying along the coast.

I learned the words of the English in their country. The giant birds are ships. After five springs I followed the sun back to my country in ships, finally returning to Patuxet where chill winds rattled through empty fields littered with the untended bones of my people.

Another ship has come. English families are building in Patuxet. Massasoit gathered the shamans in the swamp, looking for a sign.

These are uncertain times.

6 thoughts on “Squanto

  1. It certainly wasn’t all good. The different Native groups were on guard but the English were at first seen as just another group who might serve well as an ally against traditional enemies. Massasoit decided to spare the Pilgrims that he might benefit from their alliance, but dang the English just kept coming, and even as the Pokanokets and others tried to adapt, they were to repeatedly find that all were not treated equally under the English laws. It was Massasoit’s son Metacom, aka King Philip, who led the first Pan-Indian movement, in 1675 uniting many different groups in violent rebellion against the English interlopers.
    Squanto was certainly in a most uncertain situation. He was Patuxet, not Pokanoket, and almost all his people died of disease on the very spot the Pilgrims chose to settle. He was ostensibly working for Massasoit, but it was very much in his interest to be indispensable to the English settlers. He was not necessarily trusted by the Indians who needed him to interpret.
    It was a self imposed challenge to distill this history into 99 words. This is meant to convey the fact that ships had been visiting New England shores before the notorious Pilgrims’ landing in 1620, leaving disease and taking people as trophies and trade goods. Ships came from Virginia and Thomas Hunt in 1614 was especially aggressive in the killing and kidnapping of New England natives. It was he that took Squanto to Spain. From there Squanto went to England, New Foundland and then to Maine, perhaps with cod fishermen. From there he caught a ride back to Patuxet with an English explorer, Thomas Dermer. Those five years, what a story there. What must that all have been like for this displaced man?
    All this because I haven’t an original thought or idea for the prompt this week. Just another retelling of a sad old story.
    Thanks for coming by Norah.

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  3. We are all strangers in strange lands when we misjudge and take without thought.
    We all immigrated from somewhere – even in Europe from the beginning of time.
    And now ‘we’ humans want to take on outer space.

    Thanks for the history lesson. Too bad most of the truth is left out of our children’s history books.

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