This story not meant to make fun of the Native People what so ever.
I'm only using what I learned in history class and other classes to create this story and I'm not being a racist.
Thanx goes out to Andorian Ice Princess and CCA. :D
It was growing more and more colder for Bosco. Soon it became to cold to move ahead, so he was forced to stop.
"Oh God, someone please help me." Bosco prayed out loud. Bosco sat down on a rock next to the frozen river and tried to warm his face and hands up once again. He peered down at the river and found a part that didn't freeze yet. He crouched down to look at himself. He noticed that he was pale as the snow around him and his eyes had lost all the colour in them. He knew he had to find help and fast.
Out in the distance an Indian was carrying a bow and arrow hunting for snowshoe rabbits or any other game. He heard the faint sound of what to him may be an animal down by the river. He slowly crept towards the river not making a signal sound on the way. Fog started to set in and slow the Indian down, but not stop him. He saw by the river what seemed to be an animal of some kind, knowing that there wouldn't be any other human besides his tribe which was 4 hours or so north from where he was standing. He placed the arrow in the bow and raised them towards the animal crouching by the river and let go of the arrow watching it fly through the air silent and deadly.
Bosco heard the faint snap of a twig and stood up. He saw something fly towards him, but had no time to react. He took the arrow in the chest. This caused Bosco to stagger forward but then thrown backward by the waling Indian that hoped out from the forest and lunged at Bosco. They both were sent flying into the river with a loud splash. Thinking it was animal he looked down at his catch. The Indian let out a loud gasp as he saw that it was a man with his arrow in bedded in his chest. He quickly scoped up the man into his arms and laid him down of the grown once out of the river. "Oh dear lord, what have I done?" he questioned out loud. He checked for a pulse and found none. With that he started CPR. After using 4 about to do the 5th the man coughed up the water and gasped out. "Oh thank the great creator." The Indian said as he turned the man onto his side very gently.
The world seemed to come flooding back to Bosco very quickly and so did the unwanted pain. Why am I hurting? Bosco asked himself. Bosco felt the gentle touch of a hand that was warm to the touch. He slowly opened his eyes and peered up at the unfocused figure hovering over him.
"Your awake." The Indian said with a wave of relief. Bosco looked up at the Indian and then winced in pain and shivered. "Your cold." He replied. "I'm freezing….and hurt." Bosco gasped out between chattering teeth. The Indian rose to his feet. Bosco didn't know what to expect. The Indian then walked around Bosco so that he was now standing over Bosco's head, he bent down and grabbed hold of Bosco under his arms and started to drag him. "Where are you taking me?" he asked in a voice that was barely a whisper. "To my sled just beyond the forest, which isn't to far of a walk." The Indian replied. It didn't take long before they reached the sled that had a team of dogs attached to the front the Indian had been talking about. The Indian slowly settled Bosco down in the cargo space that was located in front of the sled between the driver and the dogs. The Indian took a knife out from his boot and cut the top half of the arrow off, then sliced Bosco's heavy pant legs up and took of his coat and sliced the sleeves of his sweeter up then covered him with many layers of fur blankets making sure not to move the other half of the arrow. He then walked to stand behind the sled and peered down at Bosco who had finally succumbed to the darkness that had been tugging at him for a while now. He then looked up at the team of dogs and gave the command to run. "MUSH!" he yelled, and the dogs where off.
I'm only using what I learned in history class and other classes to create this story and I'm not being a racist.
Thanx goes out to Andorian Ice Princess and CCA. :D
It was growing more and more colder for Bosco. Soon it became to cold to move ahead, so he was forced to stop.
"Oh God, someone please help me." Bosco prayed out loud. Bosco sat down on a rock next to the frozen river and tried to warm his face and hands up once again. He peered down at the river and found a part that didn't freeze yet. He crouched down to look at himself. He noticed that he was pale as the snow around him and his eyes had lost all the colour in them. He knew he had to find help and fast.
Out in the distance an Indian was carrying a bow and arrow hunting for snowshoe rabbits or any other game. He heard the faint sound of what to him may be an animal down by the river. He slowly crept towards the river not making a signal sound on the way. Fog started to set in and slow the Indian down, but not stop him. He saw by the river what seemed to be an animal of some kind, knowing that there wouldn't be any other human besides his tribe which was 4 hours or so north from where he was standing. He placed the arrow in the bow and raised them towards the animal crouching by the river and let go of the arrow watching it fly through the air silent and deadly.
Bosco heard the faint snap of a twig and stood up. He saw something fly towards him, but had no time to react. He took the arrow in the chest. This caused Bosco to stagger forward but then thrown backward by the waling Indian that hoped out from the forest and lunged at Bosco. They both were sent flying into the river with a loud splash. Thinking it was animal he looked down at his catch. The Indian let out a loud gasp as he saw that it was a man with his arrow in bedded in his chest. He quickly scoped up the man into his arms and laid him down of the grown once out of the river. "Oh dear lord, what have I done?" he questioned out loud. He checked for a pulse and found none. With that he started CPR. After using 4 about to do the 5th the man coughed up the water and gasped out. "Oh thank the great creator." The Indian said as he turned the man onto his side very gently.
The world seemed to come flooding back to Bosco very quickly and so did the unwanted pain. Why am I hurting? Bosco asked himself. Bosco felt the gentle touch of a hand that was warm to the touch. He slowly opened his eyes and peered up at the unfocused figure hovering over him.
"Your awake." The Indian said with a wave of relief. Bosco looked up at the Indian and then winced in pain and shivered. "Your cold." He replied. "I'm freezing….and hurt." Bosco gasped out between chattering teeth. The Indian rose to his feet. Bosco didn't know what to expect. The Indian then walked around Bosco so that he was now standing over Bosco's head, he bent down and grabbed hold of Bosco under his arms and started to drag him. "Where are you taking me?" he asked in a voice that was barely a whisper. "To my sled just beyond the forest, which isn't to far of a walk." The Indian replied. It didn't take long before they reached the sled that had a team of dogs attached to the front the Indian had been talking about. The Indian slowly settled Bosco down in the cargo space that was located in front of the sled between the driver and the dogs. The Indian took a knife out from his boot and cut the top half of the arrow off, then sliced Bosco's heavy pant legs up and took of his coat and sliced the sleeves of his sweeter up then covered him with many layers of fur blankets making sure not to move the other half of the arrow. He then walked to stand behind the sled and peered down at Bosco who had finally succumbed to the darkness that had been tugging at him for a while now. He then looked up at the team of dogs and gave the command to run. "MUSH!" he yelled, and the dogs where off.