Hi Karen, I sure do have a lot more to learn about the Native American. Thank you for showing me about the lighthouses. I love this story: One early keeper was William Henry Blake. In 1868, 18 Tsimshian Indians camped on the spit near the lighthouse. That night their enemies, the Clallam Indians, massacred all but one pregnant woman. She made her way to the lighthouse where she was taken in by the Blakes. The Clallam followed her and demanded that the Blakes turn her over, but they refused. The following day local people buried the Indians on a nearby spit, which has since been known as Graveyard Spit. The Clallam were found and punished. The woman recovered, then went home. In 1902, her son came to the lighthouse and explained that he was the child the Indian was carrying when she was pregnant.So after seeing all this I did a search on Indians and the Sea and found this League. The Sea Lion of Silver Islet A Ojibwa Legend Silver Islet is not only beautifully picturesque, but leaves one with the sense of having "rubbed shoulders" with the chiefs and braves that once roamed its shores. It is here that the great legend of the Sea Lion originated. A pet and constant companion of Nanna Bijou, spirit of the Deep Sea Water, was the giant Thunder Bird. Nanna Bijou had another great companion in Nagochee, the great Lion. Nagochee was no ordinary animal, for he was credited with having the wings of an ease and the feet of a duck. His speed was that of the wind and he could swim faster than any great fish. One day the Spirit God was called upon to go on a long journey. He hurriedly departed on the back of his beloved Lion, completely forgetting to take his Thunder Bird. jealous at being left behind, the Thunder Bird planned to destroy the Lion. As Nanna Bijou returned, the Thunder Bird's screeching voice shook the heavens and a terrific storm broke, striking the Lion and rider. A great wind snapped off one of Nagochee's wings and he was twisted over, throwing his master into the Big Sea Water. The Lion could not swim the storm tossed waters, but 'Nanna Bijou made it to shore. Thinking his beast had failed him, he placed a curse on the Lion and turned him to stone. There today, the faithful old Lion looks solemnly out over the water, waiting for his Master to return. I love these legions and I hope you do too. Blessings, Myrna
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