The night was dark and the air was as crisp as fall's finest maple leaves, I can recall it clearly now. The moonlight danced on the ripples of the water given to us by the Great Spirit. The air was flushed in the sweet scent of newly burnt wood which was freshly harvested from a fallen tree in the Sacred Forest. The Chief walked down the stomped dirt path of my village to the smoke house to enter with a Vision with the Great Spirit and discuss the fates of the people whose colors were washed away.
Rolling the finest incenses and tobaccos, which were dried in the warm arms of the Great Spirit, the Chief lit his Sacred pipe and entered the Vision Trance.
In a hazed state, clarity was reached, and the Great Spirit spoke.
“Chief Peepookaka, you must have seen what these newcomers have brought. These newcomerss love not The Great Spirit and care not for the land around them. Trees robbed of their limbs, fields robbed of their trees, and carcasses tossed to the Spirit’s earth, wasted and unloved. The Great Spirit is bleeding. My body grows frail for I cannot give all, I cannot share all. I fear that I will no longer be able to protect.”
What you speak is the truth, Great Spirit. These newcomers, squatters of the blacked filth, love not the Great Spirit. In all my travels I have seen not one squatter love the Great Spirit. They know not love of neither the earth nor even themselves. Tell me Great Spirit, what must I do to save you from this malady?
"Your heart will pull you in the right direction, for the Great Spirit is always within. Take in the Summer's Sun, the Fall's winds, and the Spring's rains. Contemplate in Winter's solace and let the seed which is within you sprout and you will grow strong like my mighty oak. Bring the love of the Great Spirit to the bleached demons or bring their flesh to me, for I shall grow strong."
I will bring about this remedy, oh Great Spirit. I shall show these squatters the Great Spirit with my ax.
It was said that the Chief brought about a renewed love for nature and that his lineage carried on a legacy of love for nature which lives on to this day. Not many artifacts which depict the Chief remain, but this is one of the last:
