People of the Flint
By Cathy Smith
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"People of the Flint" is a short story collection by an Indigenous author, which delves into the rich tapestry of Haudenosaunee culture and experiences. This anthology takes readers on a spellbinding journey through time, from the vibrant pre-contact era to the complexities of modern-day life and the possibilities of the near future. With each story, the author highlights the resilience and adaptability of the Haudenosaunee people.
Cathy Smith
Cathy Smith is a Mohawk writer who lives on a Status Reservation on the Canadian Side of the Border on Turtle Island (North America). She is proud of her people’s heritage and also has an interest in the myths and legends of other peoples and cultures, and modern fantasy and science fiction, which is often derived from past myths and often acts as myths for modern times.
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People of the Flint - Cathy Smith
Acquisitions
As the librarian of librarians, I fulfill people’s ideas of the ultimate librarian. Any people who keep records need me. Though people who use oral traditions are a challenge. Most times, I can’t use an audio recorder if they are in a less developed state. At least I could use a notepad and pencil on Turtle Island.
Most natives of the landmass call it Turtle Island, though it’s a continent.
The name Turtle Island
comes from a legend. According to the legend, the land is soil placed on a turtle’s back. This is the reason for the name. But, I saw them draw an outline of the continent once. They had the complete map of it to show me and the outline made it look like a large turtle.
My time on Turtle Island was the most politically sensitive of my acquisitions. I assumed that the Iroquois didn’t have libraries, and transmitted their knowledge orally. If they had been more developed, I would’ve travelled in their lands with a sound recorder. I couldn’t do it since it’d look suspicious in this age.
The Settlers had no need of me. There was always someone taking notes; whether it be for a private journal or for treaty purposes. The Settlers’ records left the natives’ perspective on these negotiations unaddressed. Turtle Island was a New World
to the Settlers. On the other hand, the natives were here for generations. They had their own store of stories and histories.
At first, I let the Settlers convince me the Natives only had oral traditions. The Setter’s former oral traditions had degenerated into nothing more than gossip. Their tall tales could be twisted and turned to the tale bearers’ advantage. This caused them to think that the natives’ oral tradition was done with less rigour, too. That they couldn’t remember the finer details of business arrangements.
However, the Iroquois surprised the Mayor Jemison. He was supposed to pay a lease with trade goods. They noted the amount of count of kettles wasn’t what was agreed to in the treaty. An older woman pointed. She clutched a string of beads in her hand as she spoke to the men of her village. I assumed they were jewellery at first. Though I wondered why she didn’t put them around her neck or around her wrist as a bracelet. Instead, she carried them within the palm of her hand. She rifled through them during the negotiation in what I thought was a nervous habit. A man in her party spoke to the Settlers. Yet, he spoke what she wanted them to say.
The old woman touched his shoulder and whispered to him.
He turned to Mayor Jemison and said, There’s supposed to be 100 kettles here and there’s only 60. We want the other 40 that you owe us for this year’s rent.
I served as the clerk and checked the lease agreement. He’s right. The lease says there’s supposed to be a 100 kettles.
Sh,
Mayor Jemison shushed me.
We want the other 40 kettles by the end of the week. Otherwise, this lease is no longer valid.
HOW COULD THEY REMEMBER the terms of the lease? They don’t have a written contract?
Jemison meant this as a complaint. It became a mystery, I wanted to solve. I handed in my resignation and went to solve this mystery after I assumed the form of an Iroquois man.
I COMBINED THE IROQUOIS physical features but wore a Settler’s garb. Let them think I was indigenous but educated in a missionary school. It’d give me access to them, yet explain my ignorance of their customs. I carried a writing pad and pen with me to transcribe their tales in shorthand.
Whenever they asked me about the pad and pen, I said, "Missionaries educated me. I need to write things down to remember them.
You’re lucky you weren’t ruined for anything useful by them. We had some boys educated by them. They don’t know how to hunt or track game or gather our medicines,
an elder told me.
So my writing pad and pen was tolerated with this story. I couldn’t trust my memory to keep the finer points of their stories that I needed to record for my library. Most times, they told their stories about the campfire. It was hard to tell what they composed their stories for. Some were for entertainment. Others were historical accounts to pass to future generations. I could only record them all in my notebook to sort them out for later. Perhaps I would know how to classify and catalogue them with further research then. For now, I captured all their words like a magpie.
The mystery of how they made accurate records eluded me for a while. Then a runner came to the village. He carried wampum beads woven into a belt. I knew they valued wampum, but I made the mistake of the Settlers of thinking that was their form of cash. Instead, the runner touched each bead and said words in sequence as if the belt wore a book. It was of a legal agreement between Settlers and the conditions and terms of the agreement. He was reciting it to the village, so they’d know it for future generations.
My curiosity got the better of me. I couldn’t help but ask, is this belt a contract?
An old woman laughed at this. I prefer our belts over their flimsy pieces of paper.
Seeing that I had caused too much attention with this, I spoke. I’ve gotten used to their pieces of paper. I didn’t know we had our own form of record keeping.
You would’ve known that if he had stayed in the village,
she told me.
How many people sent to missionary schools have any say in the matter?
I asked her. I didn’t want to sound like some complainer, but I needed her to talk to me.
She grunted assent to my words. That’s happened to some of our children. Someone places them in the missionary schools. They’re put there because someone thinks it’s best for them to learn the Whiteman’s ways.
Yes,
I said. My fingers itched to write what she had told me. However, I’d need to wait until she was done talking. It was one thing to record her stories. Taking notes on her comments would be suspicious. I was supposed to be one of them. Surely, I should have my own life experience to bring perspective to this? I couldn’t let it be known I was a third party observer. They mustn’t know I couldn’t go by any references of my own.
You would’ve been better off learning how to read the wampum belts. It’s more useful than learning how to read the black marks the Whiteman leaves on paper. That would serve our people better,
she continued to gripe.
Of course, these words caught my attention, "Perhaps it’s not too late for me to learn how to read wampum belts? Can I pick it up now? Do I need to be a child to become fluent in