Home on the Kootenay Plains
By John Laurie, Calgary, Alta.
‘”My children are hungry; they cry in the night. My young men have empty stomachs and there is no meat in my camp. So I and mine go back to the Kootenay Plains. There we shall have meat and the children shall grow fat and happy. Grass grows there for our horses and no snow lies there in the winter.
“On these hills there is no grass; the snow is deep and the wind cuts us to the bone. We go.”
So Moosekiller – Peter Wesley – spoke to his Indian Agent on the reserve at Morley about 55 years ago. And the Agent was powerless to stop him.’
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