Tomahawk by Dee Wes (A short essay)


The Tomahawk

The man grabbed the handle of the worn axe; it was smooth from heavy use. It had a sharp head with the wrappings of a deer hide binding it into place. It was a treasured piece of the mighty hunter Bearkiller.

I was to become a part of an Iroquios life, in 1625. In this life I would have would be the constant companion to an Indian Brave for 25 years. I felt right in place when I was the grip of his strong hands. I knew that my head would soon see the blood of some wild beast. It had seen many parts of bloody flesh as I tore into the skin as Bearkiller swung it into the beasts and occasionally men. The Tomahawk that I was called was an efficient weapon and tool to carry at all times.

I was made by Bearkiller when he was a boy. He was not then called Bearkiller but Little Bear. It was part of his right of passage to make a weapon of worthiness to advance in the tribe and to be given a great tribesman name. His father was proud of how fast Little Bear, learned the craft of weaponry. I was happy to be part of his life. I became Bearkiller and Little Bears constant companion.

My first kill, was when I was planted in the side of a wild boar. Little Bear chased the boar with the other young men. I clung to his side in a pouch easily removed when close enough to the beasts. Little Bear grasped me as he ran. Through the brush and trees we ran and ran as the beast ahead was slowed by a poisoned arrow, normally used to tackle the beasts from a distance.

Little Bear and I, closed in on the boar, we were the first to get to the boar. Little Bear grabbed the tail of the boar and with a great swing he plunged me into the boar’s hip. I immediately became bloody and gooey. But I could feel the Boar slowing and in a few moments it stopped moving. It dropped with me, in its side. I felt the warm blood gushing out over me, and felt its heart beat fading. I had done my job. There would be food at the longhouse of Little Bear’s family.

It was only another few moons until I was used on a grizzly bear. It was a feat worthy of Little bear’s name change. He was known as Bearkiller after his great battle with the great Grizzly. The tribe honored the new Bearkiller, and his two friends with respect and gifts. But Bearkiller knew it without his trusty Tomahawk, he would still be Little Bear.

The story of that mighty battle was told around the fires of the Longhouse for many years, until the white Men came and brought disease to my people. Many of Bearkillers family passed in the great sickness.
It wasn’t long before I was traded to a white man a trader named Pierre LeFluer., he took me as a souvenir of having done trade with my people. I felt my life was at its end as I lay dormant in a chest for a long time.  I felt myself being jumbled around and tossed from the chest that had been my home for many months.

Pierre LeFluer, had taken me on a journey and I found that I would be taken out on occasion and talked about in some foreign tongue, they called French. Occasionally I heard a new language which I heard called English, they seemed to ask my owner Pierre if he spoke English. There customs were quite similar at story telling time. There would be always a fire where people would use as the focus before sharing stories of bravery. It was interesting to hear the stories in French they talked of my people. They were not always kind in their words; many of them hated my family.

It was not long before Pierre lost interest in me and again I was traded to English speaking man who wore a big hat. He rode a horse and I was packed into his side bag upon the big horse. He traveled westward with many others whom spoke English. Occasionally I was taken out and talked about, but I still did not feel at home. I missed my place with Bearkiller.

The seasons changed and the English speaking man, Jake, rode for miles with a wagon train, moving westward, they had come across many battles. One particular battle brought me to a new home. When the man no longer lived, I was picked up by a tribesman. I did not know the language but it felt good to be with men who knew my value and how to use me. I was again part of a tribe, this time I was part of a Shawnee tribe, and was now living in a tepee with my new owner Running Bear. It was funny how my life’s path would place me back in a bear family, but there I was I was given a new life but I never forgot my origins. I was still the Tomahawk of Bearkiller.


What broke my kids revisited in Response

This is a blog I read and it irritated me so much I had to make a response counter to what the blogger would have wanted to hear.


Basically she threw a tantrum about her kids being broken at school because she didn’t want to give them the time to answer questions about what answer she wanted them to come up with to answer her “problem”?  It was disturbing to see a teacher behave so spoiled and uncaring for her students.  Kids ask questions should never be chastised, they are asking because they want to know the answer.  Do not present a kid a problem that has no answer then expect them to respond with NOTHING. like a blank look on their face. They participated in the answer by asking questions.  Yet were met with I’m not going to tell you attitude.  Ok then why would you ask them to solve something if it had no answer that is absurd.  Why chastise them for asking why it had no answer. I wonder why today kids have attitude, its because teacher’s like this expect something impossible, while being chastised for asking questions. 

MY response to her blog was this : 

I doubt my response will even get approved because it isn’t what this teacher wants to hear. But im a mature woman and have seen the times change, school has changed, concepts are the same however getting to the answer you want is not the same as how a student today works to get the answer.

This is a society of simple and fastest way to get to the answer society. Computers and technology. Your methods for teaching are out of date and if I was in your class, I would want a transfer. Today’s teachers are also broken in my opinion, if they expect kids to read their mind, and not ask questions at all. Chastised for asking is this correct is entirely wrong!

I am currently taking classes in college at my age yes, because technology has changed so much, I want to know more my need to learn has not dimenished. But if you ask me did I need to know about the type of Math your teaching then or now I would tell you no. I do not see a need for algebra and have never used it ever in life. I think that there is a place for it among those who want to learn it not those who are forced at 7th grade to grasp a concept of adding letters and not having an answer what the heck is that?

I hate the fact that in college I will need to take a course that will force me to learn something I won’t ever use in my years in future or ever used in my past.

Basic math is all you need for Accounting.

The way this teacher has lashed out and stomped her feet because her students dont get it does not deserve the good response to such a harsh blog post.

The trouble with kids is not that they are broken as not all are, some are just less enthusiastic about being forced to grasp a concept that they will never use in life more than likely.

A+b=c does not compute. Even a normal calculator wont accept a letter you punch in. There are no letters on a calculator keyboard.

Bashing these kids was uncalled for. Not everyone needs to KNOW what you know, far as I remember we were free to choose what we want to learn. If you go into science field then you can expect to be forced to know a plus b = c. But if these students are in 7th grade or high school they should have choices.

NO one needs to brainwash kids into thinking math is to get answers, because that is what equations of numbers are. Its logic. And calling it a day should have been precisely what it was. They want to be correct because that is what all classes require to have correct response and answers. You saying that its not true is incorrect in my view. You chastise them for giving you feedback or asking questions? That is incorrect. I give you a Fail on teaching and feel sorry for these kids.

And if you dont approve my response ill just blog it myself, if you post something in anger you should realize there are other sides to the subject. 


Talk about power happy Teachers you wonder why kids behave as they do.

Most of my teachers most of my life said PLEASE ask questions if you don’t understand the assignment. 

Perhaps her 2nd attempt should have been her first without out attitude toward the teacher. Why was she counting 52 times someone asked her if the problem was solved correctly. Seems she didn’t explain what she wanted very clearly if that many had to ask. Who is broken then?

Most of the responses on this blog post were negative to this teachers behavior in a mild way. It does open a can of worms when you say things how she did in this blog, she should have realized her behavior to blogging something like this would have adverse reaction. Or was she looking for NO answer?