It's never easy finding your people on the wrong side of history. After having read a number of books from the government, champions of the government, ancestors of my own. . . I wanted the other side of the story.
Hinmot Hihhih, known in this book as Yellow Wolf (Hemene Moxmox), is aka White Thunder, or White Lightning, is a Nez Perce warrior of 1877. Traveling between the Colville Indian Reservation and the annual trek to the Yakima Valley hop fields where they picked hops, he and his family, along with other members of the Chief Joseph band developed the habit of stopping at the author's ranch on the way. Over 24 years of these annual visits a friendship was developed, and his story told of the terrible days imposed by massacres and depredations by whites that ended their former ways of life forever. It is hard reading. One must do it in small bits, and let the history readjust in one's mind, and rethink our grandparents in a whole, new, awful way.
I appreciated the voice of the author, who ducked into the narrative often - usually an aspect that would have me grumbling. In this case it was beyond helpful in explaining language, customs and culture that Yellow Wolf feels absolutely no obligation to provide. For any listener/reader/receiver of his communication that didn't understand. . .well, that's not his problem and that must be what should be. . . he's not changing it. The author has sympathy for the ignorant.
His is a stunning story, revealing many of the creative ways governmental agents shaped the narrative that would become "historical fact" rendering any other version an untruth or worthy of a robust doubt. It is laced with his belief system which sustained him through those awful days, that a bullet would never slay him, which thought braced him in the face of all those enemies wielding guns.
When you are ready to step outside of the carefully curated history we've been taught, knowing that there is no page big enough on which the full truth can sit, we can move the needle a little by seeking the tales the other sides tell if we will sit beside them for a day, and listen.
Gather your histories while you can. Record the victories and losses of your elders, the wisdoms they hope to pass on and wish will survive them, for it is true what Yellow Wolf says, as he closes his story:
. . .I have no more chances to fight. No more wars; and I am growing old. When I come to dissolve, then I will tell my children and grandchildren how I was when young. But they have a different schooling, different beliefs. They have learned the white man's thinking.