I head into the woods to start my ritual. Nothing out of the ordinary the men laughed at me and mocked my tribe, all but one man who appears to be from another native tribe. His markings show that he was from the Navajo tribe. After the ritual something paranormal happened and the god Awonawilona sent lighting to the ground, the lighting surrounded me and knocked this very journal from my grasp. It’s just a little black on the edges but still legible. A book just fell from the sky, the title was in my native language and not this white man’s language. But for the sake of keeping this journal I must write in the white man language for I mustn’t be punished. The translated to Awonawilona God Dairy. The journal was nice and filled with many pages…show more content… When I Opened my eyes the Union was trying to take the horse. Grabbing the only weapon I had I sent them away. They were no match. I prayed and prayed and sent them away the only way I knew how, Achaana helped me.
June 6, 1863
Achaana told me of all the men they had to bury. It was a sad number. I can never understand why they would want to kill their own kind. I am often reminded of by the constant canon fire and gun shots.
June 10, 1863
Master was injured and lost a leg, so he sent for me to return with the horses. As I treated him he confessed all the things he saw. With a somber face he told me about how he saw many friends come and go, he also spoke of sending so many Union scum on the highway to help.
June 11, 1863
A man named Pemberton asked people to take up arms on the ships. Nobody volunteered, so they called names. My master and I were called. On the 24th I shall fight for the white men.
June 15, 1863
I don’t understand why I fight. Am I not kept busy here cooking and healing these men. Are they not satisfied?
Most of these days Achaana and I do our work in silent waiting for the day to come where I die. I pray each day to Awonawilona so that I might live and so will
