A smooth, flowing cursive was to be coveted among writers, because it was all they had, in the way of joys, back in the day of Thomas Hardy and the Bronte sisters. There was no such thing as a typewriter or a keypad. In fact, in Thomas Hardy’s day, there was no such thing as a lot of the things we take for granted. The only thing they had to work with, was pen – or pencil – ink or eraser.

It was cumbersome to work with a pen and ink. The ink was in a small, glass inkwell, where one could easily overturn the well, and make a costly mess all over the writing desk, possibly all over themselves as well. A pen, in those days, was just as clumsy an affair as an inkwell. A little bit of ink came from a small well, and it was the only way of making a half-way controlled mark on the page.

To consider current day expressions, the two or three that come to mind had not come into usage in those days, because there were no such things as tires. The other refers to a current day popular magazine. There just didn’t exist any magazines in Thomas Hardy’s day. The things we take for granted now are remarkable to consider.

It’s amazing how demanding our current expressions are.

All they had in Thomas Hardy’s day, was an iron band, hammered to fit the wooden wheel in the coach of the times, which was made by a wheelwright. It could become disemboweled from the workings of the machine even more easily than the modern tire can. How was it that the settlers and army foraged Westward, to abuse Native Americans right and left, and we call it the other way round?

They told their generations it was the red man who wanted to take the hair of the white man, when it was the red man who grew their hair in the first place. The Too Many To Count must have had a superior force. The Red Man called us the Too Many To Count, they were so completely overwhelmed by our numbers, as settlers and army made their way Westward.

Gun fighting was not nearly as wide spread in the old West as Hollywood would have it, and the six gun was not nearly so accurate, either. One would have to be a good shot. Hollywood producers were more interested in box office money, than they ever were in historical accuracy. The thing about the Native Americans was their secret ceremonies offended the Too Many To Count.

The soldiers had a habit of practicing genocide against the Native Americans. The army could only see things one way. Genocide was a matter of killing the women and children among the nations, as a tactic to eradicate the the Native American presence in the population. The nations had inferior numbers among the combatants and inferior armaments to those in the army.

Custer was well known among the nations for committing genocide; killing helpless women and children, for the sake of diminishing the numbers of future generations of combatants, to have that fewer among the nations to have to deal with by the soldiers latter. Many of the soldiers did not have any sort of education, and could not even read.

Soldiers questioning their orders, on the grounds of genocide, or on any grounds, was something not likely to happen in the US Army. What we find is the same wanton slaughter of human flesh as anyone has ever committed on American Soil. The may-lay was something could only be brought to justice by the fighting braces to be met on the field of honor, such as Little Big Horn.

Custer had it coming.

If there was anyone who grew hair, there were those among the nations. Another one of the tactics of the settlers was to require haircuts of all Native American children in schools they were required to attend, as Guinea pigs to jam the culture of the Too Many To Count on the minds of the of the nations, when they were young.

There were sacred ceremonies among the nations, intended to bring The Old Ones back from the place of shadows. The Nations did not restrict the Too Many To Count, because they did not have superior firepower to keep them from attending their ceremonies. This was a grave error, even though it could not be avoided. They subjected the Old Ones to the settlers and the US Army.

Such people did not understand what they saw.

The thing that happened at this public display of ceremonies was a series of live, non-lethal crucifixions, for which several braves would volunteer. The idea of old ones visiting in an environment like that was too alarming for the settler’s to sanction. Also, the Great One was thoroughly offended, and He eventually curtailed the old ones from crossing over.

The US Army had made some serious strides in the way of armaments, around the time this scenario was developing with the settlers. They originally armed a small group of the nations with carbines, but they quickly suffered a change of heart in regards to that error. The US Army was not accustomed to facing superior fire power from whom they considered an enemy.

What US intentions were, were obvious, but for all the unsuccessful masks they attempted, it was clear to the Nations, what they would have to do, was surrender further, in order to appease the US Army more. The settlers already controlled many lives and minds of the people. Here was a people who lived in the weather, with their hair finally cut off, who called the weather by name.

Here we had was entire nations, to whom it was all in a day’s work, to be part of their natural surroundings, when all the Army wanted to do was take their land, their culture, their heritage. Our modern day culture would benefit, according to the soldiers. Their water repellent buckskins the settlers could perceive it’s benefits, and all was comprehensible to the nations.


About geostan51

I'm a wordsmith and a craftsman. I've been known to hand crochet just about anything escept granny squares. I've got about twenty titles in my name on the Kindle Store at
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