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Mochi - birth of a warrior

Vue Historical posted on Nov 30, 2014
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lookoo

10:23PM | Sun, 30 November 2014

Mochi was trembling. The shooting, the yells, the death cries from outside had given way to a ringing in her ears. Nausea… The familiar soothing smells of the lodge, the fragrance of her cozy buffalo robe, absorbed with body warmth, the scent of buckskin, the fire and the morning stew, all these had suddenly been drowned out by other things. The freezing breeze of the biting cold which the intruder had brought with him. The metallic smell of the blood and the nasty stench of burned flesh were oozing from the lifeless body of her mother, lying close to the door opening. She could smell the unwashed vé'ho'e's stink who had just moments before stormed into the lodge and immediately shot her mother in the head. But above all there was the biting stench of gunpowder in the air. Before her on the ground lay the buffalo rifle given to her grandfather five summers ago as a present of thankfulness by two gold-seeking vé'hó'e he had found wandering, almost crazy from thirst, along the Smoky Hill, taking them to camp where they had nursed them back to strength. Now she had fired the single-shooter into this vé'ho'e. As he had turned his eyes away from her murdered mother and on the tall, beautiful woman, she had seen it in his eyes. Before he killed her, he would rape her. The large man had grabbed Mochi and had tried to throw her to the ground. But she had broken free of his grasp. She knew she must fight or die. She had scurried to where the gun was stored in the lodge, and as he had lunged for her again, she had turned around and fired. Knowing that the gun was useless after one shot, she had grabbed a knife and… she couldn't remember. Everything was blurry. The gazed at the blood dripping from the knife and risked a glance at the vé'ho'e lying next to the fire. Was he really dead? Disgusted, she saw his stiff hóo'ȯxe twitching out of the opening in the vé'ho'e's blue rump sack leggings in a final spasm of aimless horniness. Then nothing about the vé'ho'e moved any more as he lay there, covered in his own blood and semen. Dazed with shock, she gazed around the lodge. There was the half finished cradleboard she had been working on. She would never carry a baby in this. Her beloved husband lay dead in front of the lodge beside her dead father. They had placed Mochi and her mother inside and tried to make a stand against the mass of attacking soldiers. Outgunned and outmanned, they had never stood a chance. Their death cries were still ringing in her ears. She had to get up. Now. She had to grab the gun. And the bullet pouch. And a blanket. She had to rush out of the lodge before the next blue monster would break through the door opening. There was no time for goodbye. No time for grief. Mochi sprang to her feet, ready to run the gauntlet of death waiting outside for her. Rage swept through her mind. She was no longer a daughter or a wife and wouldn't be a mother any more. Her beautiful home would be looted and burnt before sunset. There was only one thing left. She was warrior now, declaring war to the death on the vé'hó'e… ____ This is a true story. It happened exactly 150 years ago during the Sand Creek Massacre when about 200 Southern Cheyennes who had been assured peace and safety were treacherously attacked and slaughtered by the mob of the 3rd and 1st Colorado Volunteer Cavalry under methodist minister and brevet colonel John.M. Chivington. Mochi survived this day. For the next eleven years she was a warrior with her own war medicine and war pony and a member of the Cheyenne woman warrior society. And she didn't fight nor live alone. She became the wife of Medicine Water, chief of the Bowstring warrior society. During her 11 years as a woman warrior, she bore three children. Generations of descendants of Mochi owe their lifes to Mochi who didn't become another victim of the Sand Creek massacre but fought back on that terrible morning. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mochi_%28Cheyenne%29

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giulband

12:26AM | Mon, 01 December 2014

Very dramatic scene !!!

lookoo

6:02AM | Mon, 08 December 2014

Thank you!

papy2

7:43AM | Mon, 01 December 2014

Great story and great scene. It was an horrible massacre, unarmed men, women and children where slaughtered. A Great shame in the US History.

lookoo

6:09AM | Mon, 08 December 2014

While women and children were generally slaughtered unarmed, many of the men grabbed a weapon and tried to fight back. In fact, they managed to take quite a few of the attackers with them. The troops suffered 24 killed and 52 wounded. Some authors, usually those maintaining Sand Creek was a battle and not a massacre, stress the fact very much that only a handful of military clashes with Indians produced more white casualties than Sand Creek. Which is still grossly misleading. Sand Creek was an act of incredible treachery and genocidal butchery. The fact that some of the victims managed to fight back before generally getting killed as well, doesn't change that one bit.


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