Passing the memories down
AUTHOR: Martha Moongazer Beard Faintly in the morning hush, I smell the scent of sweet sage brush, Envoking memories of my mountain home As on this flat land I now roam.
AUTHOR: Martha Moongazer Beard Faintly in the morning hush, I smell the scent of sweet sage brush, Envoking memories of my mountain home As on this flat land I now roam.
AUTHOR: Martha Moongazer Beard Alone with the moon, my spirit cries For the lives of my people crushed by whate men’s lies. Taken by force from our mountain home, Robbed of freedom, hearts heavy like stone.

For most modern Wyoming residents and many historians of the American West, the names of Chief Washakie, the Shoshone Indians, and the Wind River Reservation seem inseparable. Yet, it was not always so. The Eastern Shoshone band of American Indians, for whom the Wind River Reservation was created by the Fort Bridger Treaty of 1868, represents an amalgam of various bands of Shoshone and Bannock peoples, most of whom originate from Nevada, Utah, and Idaho, not Wyoming.
Washakie, the best-known leader of the Eastern Shoshones in the latter part of the 19th century, is still considered by some Shoshones as an outsider because he was not a full-blood Shoshone.Indeed, Washakie was of mixed tribal heritage.
AUTHOR: Mike Stark, Billings Gazette Staff Writer The young Northern Cheyennes woke before dawn Thursday and began running in subzero temperatures in the Black Hills of South Dakota. The young men and women slogged through the wind and snow, retracing on foot a historic 400-mile trek their ancestors took 126 years ago after breaking out of the barracks at Fort Robinson, Nebraska, en route to Montana.
AUTHOR: DeNeen L. Brown, Washington Post Staff Writer In the Boreal Forest, a storm is developing. The elders used to say that one should not make a sound when crossing the water here, lest one awaken the thunderbird who lives just up there, up there.

The most dreaded of all Cherokee witches is the Raven Mocker, who robs the dying of their life. A Raven Mocker can be of either sex, and there is no real way to know one. They usually look old and withered, because they have added so many lives to their own. During the night when someone is sick or dying, the Raven Mocker goes there to take the life. He flies through the air with his arms outstretched like wings.