I am 1/4 cherokee indian and my family history has a lot of death. One of the most famous stories was of a distant relative that was a warrior that went out on raids. He was only 4'9 tall while the rest of the cherokees averaged about 5'11. Thus his nickname was "shortcake".
In 1845, Shortcake was shot and killed by a soldier. His body was recovered and brought back to the tribe. His wife grieved loud and continuously. His brother buried him and the ceremony was completed. The next day, everyone woke up to find Shortcake warming himself by the fire and eating some buffalo meat. Everyone was in shock...but no one spoke to him out of fear and awe. Shortcake's wife was overjoyed and smothered him with hugs and kisses.
A few months later the braves were on a raiding mission in Texas and a homesteader shot Shortcake through the heart. He collapsed on the spot. The rest of the cherokees killed the homesteader and brought Shortcake back. His wife grieved again, so loud that she could be heard for miles. One of his close friends, Swimming Otter, buried him in a nice ceremony (after making 100% sure he was really dead).
The next morning, they went to gather the horses for a hunting expedition and found Shortcake already on his horse with his bow and arrows. His wife ran up, pulled him from the horse, and smothered him with hugs and kisses. Everyone stopped and stared, but finally accepted that Shortcake was still alive and seemed to be his normal self.
While on the hunting trip, Shortcake was leading over to take a moving shot from his horse at a large buffalo. The horse stumbled in a hole, Shortcake fell to the ground, and was trampled by several other buffalo. His fellow braves carried him home and prepared him for burial. The chief advised that maybe Shortcake's wife should bury him since every time a man buried him, he came back to life. Maybe if the wife buried him, he would stay in the land of the dead, where he belonged.
And that is the first time that Amercia ever had a squawbury shortcake.
In 1845, Shortcake was shot and killed by a soldier. His body was recovered and brought back to the tribe. His wife grieved loud and continuously. His brother buried him and the ceremony was completed. The next day, everyone woke up to find Shortcake warming himself by the fire and eating some buffalo meat. Everyone was in shock...but no one spoke to him out of fear and awe. Shortcake's wife was overjoyed and smothered him with hugs and kisses.
A few months later the braves were on a raiding mission in Texas and a homesteader shot Shortcake through the heart. He collapsed on the spot. The rest of the cherokees killed the homesteader and brought Shortcake back. His wife grieved again, so loud that she could be heard for miles. One of his close friends, Swimming Otter, buried him in a nice ceremony (after making 100% sure he was really dead).
The next morning, they went to gather the horses for a hunting expedition and found Shortcake already on his horse with his bow and arrows. His wife ran up, pulled him from the horse, and smothered him with hugs and kisses. Everyone stopped and stared, but finally accepted that Shortcake was still alive and seemed to be his normal self.
While on the hunting trip, Shortcake was leading over to take a moving shot from his horse at a large buffalo. The horse stumbled in a hole, Shortcake fell to the ground, and was trampled by several other buffalo. His fellow braves carried him home and prepared him for burial. The chief advised that maybe Shortcake's wife should bury him since every time a man buried him, he came back to life. Maybe if the wife buried him, he would stay in the land of the dead, where he belonged.
And that is the first time that Amercia ever had a squawbury shortcake.
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