By Rolly A. Chabot
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Customer tags: fishing and hunting, wilderness, outdoors, man and his dog, faith, yukon territory
Review & Description
This is but a short excerpt of the 2nd book in the 7 book series called "Quiet Reflections". The series was written of the time I spent in the wilderness of Yukon Territory here in Canada where I so many people changed my life. Come along and venture into the backcountry with "Tannis" my rescue dog and I.
As I prepared for the trip home the next morning Iskwiw came to say goodbye, tears in her eyes as she showed me a small package wrapped in a white handkerchief and tied with a simple string.
She took both my hands and placed her gift in my right hand, rolling my fingers closed. “Do not open it until I have gone to be with my Father in heaven,” she instructed me. “This is a special gift that you are to give to another you love someday.”
I was puzzled but had come to learn not to question these people. The gift was Iskwiw’s way of speaking when she was not present.
We stood for many minutes, knowing it was the last time we would see each other. Iskwiw prayed again in her native tongue. When she was finished she kissed me on the cheek, pointed to my chest then hers and said, “Kiskatchua.” It means “love” in the Kwanlin Dun language. She pointed to her chest then to mine and repeated, “Kiskatchua.”
She turned in a small circle, repeating “Kiskatchua,” then “Him.” She pointed to the sky and again to our chests and waved her hand in all directions. As she spoke the tears flowed from her weathered eyes. “He is here, Rolly,” she said in broken Cree, “in your heart.”
Iskwiw slowly walked to a small rise near the airstrip, turned and pointed at the sky and to me again, and again said, “Kiskatchua.” That was the last time I saw her. I was saddened as the plane started down the runway.
At the controls, Rob pushed the Beaver to its limits. It rattled and shook the whole time until finally, at the last moment, he pulled back hard on the yoke and Old Crow fell away beneath us. The flight would be a little over three hours. I opened my hand and looked at the small package, wondering what Iskwiw had given me, a gift to be given away she had said. That was a mystery but I would have to wait as I had promised.
This is but a short excerpt of the 2nd book in the 7 book series called "Quiet Reflections". The series was written of the time I spent in the wilderness of Yukon Territory here in Canada where I so many people changed my life. Come along and venture into the backcountry with "Tannis" my rescue dog and I.
As I prepared for the trip home the next morning Iskwiw came to say goodbye, tears in her eyes as she showed me a small package wrapped in a white handkerchief and tied with a simple string.
She took both my hands and placed her gift in my right hand, rolling my fingers closed. “Do not open it until I have gone to be with my Father in heaven,” she instructed me. “This is a special gift that you are to give to another you love someday.”
I was puzzled but had come to learn not to question these people. The gift was Iskwiw’s way of speaking when she was not present.
We stood for many minutes, knowing it was the last time we would see each other. Iskwiw prayed again in her native tongue. When she was finished she kissed me on the cheek, pointed to my chest then hers and said, “Kiskatchua.” It means “love” in the Kwanlin Dun language. She pointed to her chest then to mine and repeated, “Kiskatchua.”
She turned in a small circle, repeating “Kiskatchua,” then “Him.” She pointed to the sky and again to our chests and waved her hand in all directions. As she spoke the tears flowed from her weathered eyes. “He is here, Rolly,” she said in broken Cree, “in your heart.”
Iskwiw slowly walked to a small rise near the airstrip, turned and pointed at the sky and to me again, and again said, “Kiskatchua.” That was the last time I saw her. I was saddened as the plane started down the runway.
At the controls, Rob pushed the Beaver to its limits. It rattled and shook the whole time until finally, at the last moment, he pulled back hard on the yoke and Old Crow fell away beneath us. The flight would be a little over three hours. I opened my hand and looked at the small package, wondering what Iskwiw had given me, a gift to be given away she had said. That was a mystery but I would have to wait as I had promised.
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