A bunch of bums warming at a tiny fire talk politics and women and joke about the Relief and the WPA and smoke cigarettes. Long forests wearing white. I look again at the lights, and go in. Once home, the narrator finds wisdom in the happiness his people experience.
Afraid of what my father will say, afraid of being looked on as a stranger by my own people. I hide my feelings by wrestling with my brother when he strikes my shoulder in token of affection.
He would learn that work and a woman and a place to hang his hat are all the ordinary man wants. There is one from which comes black coal smoke that rises lazily and drifts out over the tops of the trees.
Those are never lonely who love the snow and the pines; never lonely when pines are wearing white shawls and snow crunches coldly underfoot. He served for over two years as a battalion surgeon with U.
Father stares at me for a moment, then I am in his arms, crying on his shoulder. My feet are light, my heart seems to sing to the music, and I hold my head high. Please, if you have any comment scorrection sor suggestion s about this site, send it—privately—to me: I remember a sociology professor lecturing on adjustment to society; hobos and prostitutes and criminals are individuals who never adjusted, he said.
He is a college student, heading back home for Christmas. Women with children on their knees—small children that watch with intent black eyes the movements of the dancers, whose small faces are solemn and serene. In the air is the smell of wild rice and venison cooking; and when the winds come whispering through the forests, they carry the smell of rotting leaves.
I want to walk again among the ghost-birches.
I am nearing home. Bears dig roots and eat late fall berries, fattening for their long winter sleep.
I find a fellow headed for Albuquerque, and talk road-talk with him. Walking along the railroad bed, I feel the calm peace of snowbound forests on either side of me.
I am weary of trying to keep up this bluff of being civilized. Maybe I am just not smart enough to grasp these things that go to make up civilization.
The faces of the old people are serene, too, and their eyes are merry and bright. Small towns lit for the coming Christmas.
It would be easy to catch a freight.
Inside the lodge there are many Indians. He wants decorations for his place to hang his hat and please his woman.
I look around the room. My feet begin to lift to the rhythm, and I looked out beyond the walls into the night and see the lights. He compares white civilization to the values of his people.
There is little conversation, yet everyone seems to be sharing some secret. A deer comes out of the woods ahead of me, and stands silhouetted on the rails. His mother was white and his father, Thomas S. As a practicing physician, he worked as an Indian Service doctor in Montana and Minnesota before entering private practice in Texas, where for over seven years he not only ran a county hospital but also served as county coroner and deputy sheriff.
Morning and the desert. The white line of the lake ends at a black forest, and above the trees the blue winds are dancing. I come to the outlaying houses of the village. The radicals live in the cities.
He thinks, white people are always dissatisfied, living in a "race that knows no ending," introspecting, making nature captive, and wanting more and more things. Minnesota, and great white fields of snow; frozen lakes, and dawn running into dusk without noon.Consider representative literary elements such as setting, style, tone, and character as you closely read assigned literary works.
Locate assigned literary works. “Blue Winds Dancing” by Tom Whitecould is driven by conflict. The narrator of the story is an educated Native American man living in a predominantly white society. "Blue Winds Dancing" is a lyrical short story by Thomas St.
Germain Whitecloud II. Whitecloud was a Native American (Chippewa) author and doctor. The story tells of a young Native American's. Character Analysis: Blue Wind Dancing Introduction This paper reconsiders the innovative "Blue Winds Dancing" by Tom Whitecloud, about a juvenile Native American man labouring to conclude if he pertains in the white world or the Indian one.
Character Analysis of Tom Whitecloud’s “Blue Winds Dancing” In this story or fictionalized autobiographical fragment Whitecloud develops a character, a young Native American man, stuck within an internal conflict of discovering his individuality and his true identity.
Throughout the story the narrator shows characteristics of rebellion. Thomas S. Whitecloud (Chippewa) () His only significant published literary work, “Blue Winds Dancing,” appeared in his senior year. It has been a popular essay among readers of Indian literature because of its powerful theme and the quality of its style, which becomes almost lyrical at times.Download