CRLC Challenge; Whisper


My people are few in number. These English built over their bones, grew their crops in our fields. 

Now these English at Patuxet have, for the first time, plenty of food and are sharing their harvest and the fowl they got with the Pokanokets, who roast deer and heat pottages. Both Bradford and Massasoit need me to interpret. Massasoit’s people number twice the English. All are fed and entertained. It is a good time for Massasoit and Bradford.

Wind whispers in the dry cornstalks. Red leaves rustle and drop. These sounds come to my ear in my own language.

This is yet another of my Tisquantum (Squanto) tellings which I talked about while in the Saddle Up Saloon’s Author’s Chair . This scene from the mythologized “First Thanksgiving” seems fitting for Indigenous People’s Day, and meets the October 7, 2021, prompt from Carrot Ranch.

The prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes whispers. It can be beautiful or creepy and any genre. Where are the whispers, who are they from, and what do they say if they say anything at all. Go where the prompt leads!

14 thoughts on “CRLC Challenge; Whisper

  1. Interestingly, I was just reading an essay that talked about the Tower of Babel and how languages divided people. But the language of the natural world is universal. Perhaps that’s what we need to unite us. (K)

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    • Yes, the language of the natural world!
      Tisquantum learned English after being kidnapped from present day Plymouth, MA. When he returned almost all his people had died from disease. He was interpreter for the sachem of another related group that hadn’t suffered quite so badly and for the famed pilgrims. Though always between a rock and a hard place he was thought to be ambitious, to use his language skills to personal advantage and gain. But I imagine he was always haunted and saddened by his losses.

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    • Thank you. Still, with what had happened to Tisquantum’s people and with his present circumstances and the political climate, I wonder if he heard foreboding in those whispers. He played his hand for about another year but would be dead by fall of 1622, possibly poisoned after a failed plot to start the Pilgrims and rivals fighting against each other. But in school they only told us about the helpful English speaking “savage” who befriended the Pilgrims.

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