But with time the Great White Man began to treat us harshly and demanded our labor in extracting yellow rocks from the mountain. They were just rocks but he said he needed to take them back to his kingdom across the sea.

When my people rebelled and refused to be their slaves they threatened us with their long knives and sticks that spit fire and pebbles. He told us that if we refused to do as he said, he would take the sun from the sky. How could he do anything of the sort? The sun had been there through all of our generations.

Then one day to our astonishment the sun began to dim. Being the medicine man for our tribe, I climbed to the top of the bluff overlooking our village, Slowly the sun grew darker and darker until it was disappeared completely.

Summoning our gods, I beseeched them to return the sun to its place in the sky. As slowly as it disappeared, it reappeared. With the sun restored, our chief led us in an uprising against the white men. We out numbered them, but our arrows and spears were no match against their long knives and fire sticks, nevertheless at the loss of many brave warriors we killed everyone of them. Then we gathered the dead and burned them with their canoe.

Now that are lives are back to normal, I fear that one day other white men will arrive from across the sea in canoes driven by clouds hanging on trees seeking worthless yellow rocks.