|WHEN LEAVES CHANGE COLOR (Click Here for Information on the Book)|
I based my new novel, WHEN LEAVES CHANGE COLOR, in the late 17th Century and on the pre-horse lives of the Plains Indians. Just as some people seem to fare better than others in today's society, back in the 17th Century some Plains Indian tribes fared better than other Plains Indian tribes. While some tribes feasted on bison, elk, and deer, a few tribes had to survive on less appealing cuisine. One such tribe is described below in a short passage from WHEN LEAVES CHANGE COLOR. The short outtake is about a young Indian boy-man named Ouray from the Snake tribe. I will let you determine on your own what is happening…
|Native American Grasshopper Trap |
(Courtesy of ancestralarts.net).
The people stood silently under the broiling sun, waiting for the signal. For a long time, that signal never came. People became impatient and started looking around, wondering what was happening. Then they heard the yipping call of a coyote, the signal for them to advance.
Everyone in the circle began screaming and walking forward, heading straight for the deep hole in the ground. Then, as if all of the people were a single animal, they began yipping and barking like the coyote. The people pounded the grass and ground with broken tree branches and sticks, creating a tremendous racket as they advanced towards the hole in the ground.
Winged insects catapulted themselves from the tall grass by the hundreds, snapping their wings and flying in every direction. Ouray slowly advanced alongside the others, pounding his juniper tree branch against the grass while wailing his best coyote imitation, loud and monotone. Insects flew up into his face and grabbed ahold of his bare skin with their stick legs. Ouray reached up and grabbed the insects with his hands, throwing them toward the trap in front of him. People kept moving forward, beating the ground with sticks and branches, howling loudly. The clacks and buzzes of hundreds of flying insects joined in the
|Yummy grasshopper. |
Love those drumsticks.
Grasshoppers by the thousands took flight from their grassy existence, flying ahead of pounding tree branches and screaming coyote calls. Ouray and the other people advanced towards the trap while hundreds of grasshoppers escaped by flying past them. As the tribe approached the trap, the distance between people decreased, reducing the grasshoppers’ avenues of escape.
Most of us probably cringe when we think about eating grasshoppers. I know I do. But for this particular tribe called the Snakes, they had no other choice than to eat these flying insects or dig for grubs to eat in the ground. You see, the Snakes were one of those less fortunate Plains Indian tribes. The Snake tribe was in a desperate day-by-day fight for survival. Most of them felt blessed to have the occasional grasshopper to eat. Much of modern society shuns eating grasshoppers and other insects, but are they really so bad? Have you ever looked closely at a shrimp or an oyster? Hmm, grasshoppers aren’t so ugly after all.
|Looks tasty to me...Not!|