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by, Louise Erdrich
Published by Harper & Row, New York (1989)
ISBN 10: 0060972459 ISBN 13: 9780060972455
Softcover Measures 8x5.25 Weighs 7 ounces

Condition: Good
Nicely illustrated cover is glossy rich and bright. Solid Tight Clean Copy.
Pages are very light honey colored, text is crisp and bright.
Has sticker residue on front cover and average shelf wear. Former owner placed a small name label inside front cover.

Winter 1912
Little Spirit Sun
W • 'e started dying before the snow, and like the snow,
we continued to fall. It was surprising there were so many
of us left to die. For those who survived the spotted sickness
from the south, our long fight west to Nadouissioux land
where we signed the treaty, and then a wind from the east,
bringing exile in a storm of government papers, what de­
scended from the north in 1912 seemed impossible.
By then, we thought disaster must surely have spent its
force, that disease must have claimed all of the Anishinabe
that the earth could hold and bury.
But the earth is limitless and so is luck and so were our
people once. Granddaughter, you are the child of the in­
visible, the ones who disappeared when, along with the first

bitter punishments of early winter, a new sickness swept
down. The consumption, it was called by young Father
Damien, who came in that year to replace the priest who 1
succumbed to the same devastation as his flock. This disease
was different from the pox and fever, for it came on slow.
The outcome, however, was just as certain. Whole families
of your relatives lay ill and helpless in its breath. On the
reservation, where we were forced close together, the clans
dwindled. Our tribe unraveled like a coarse rope, frayed at
either end as the old and new among us were taken. My
own family was wiped out one by one, leaving only Nana-
push. And after, although I had lived no more than fifty
winters, I was considered an old man. I'd seen enough to
be one. In the years I'd passed, I saw more change than in
a hundred upon a hundred before.
My girl, I saw the passing of times you will never know.
I guided the last buffalo hunt. I saw the last bear shot. I
trapped the last beaver with a pelt of more than two years'
growth. I spoke aloud the words of the government treaty,
and refused to sign the settlement papers that would take
away our woods and lake. I axed the last birch that was
older than I, and I saved the last Pillager.
Fleur, the one you will not call mother.
We found her on a cold afternoon in late winter, out in
your family's cabin near Matchimanito Lake, where my
companion, Edgar Pukwan of the tribal police, was afraid
to go. The water there was surrounded by the highest oaks
by woods inhabited by ghosts and roamed by Pillagers, who
knew the secret ways to cure or kill, until their art deserted
them. Dragging our sled into the clearing we saw two tmW
*e smokeless tin chimney spout jutting from the roof, and
the empty hole in the door where the string was drawn

Tracks, Louise Erdrich, Published by Harper & Row, New York (1989) Softcover Vintage Book Author of Love Medicine, The Beet Queen


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