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Chapter 26
So far: Nick solved the problem of a home for his new family, at least
until a permanent place is completed. A delegation of the river people
headed to a hearing at Stone Ledge, where Ginny's parents were
banished. Luv's grandfather opted to move to the river reserve, while
her grandmother decided to try her luck in the bigger city of Thunder
Bay.
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After the trauma and excitement of the past few days, River was
looking forward to a quiet day ahead when she went to her parents'
campsite that evening for supper. She had a note from the doctor
informing her that a group from the Cancer Centre in Sudbury would be
coming to the river at 5 p.m. the next day. She was less than pleased.
Medical science and the mystical powers of the river would never work
well together. She just hoped that the doctor would not lose face in
the affair, since he had finally started working well with the First
Nations people after his rough start.
Her father also voiced a complaint. One of the men in his workforce
had mentioned that bow season for deer hunting was beginning on
September 1 this year, and the rifle season would be October 6. More
than half of his men would be away during that time, leaving Dale with
a skeleton crew, if any, not to mention losing two to four weeks of
time on the building projects he was working on.
"You have to understand their culture," River said. "Hunting and
fishing are a part of the First Nations way of life. You can't expect
them to work to a schedule based on the white culture all the time."
"But I have deadlines to meet," Dale moaned.
"It sounds like you aren't going to meet them if all your workers are
off hunting deer. My suggestion is that you don't fight it. Join them.
Close the project down for a week when the seasons start, and in
return they all agree to come back after a week."
"Yeah, but that means we work two weeks less. Are you going to be
happy if you still have to sleep in a tent into November? I know your
mother won't."
"What day does Sept. 1 fall?" River asked.
"It's a Friday," Alison said, looking at her calendar. "And it looks
like October 6 is a Friday as well."
"Then you will lose six days, not just a week," River said. "The men
won't show up until the following Monday. That gives them at least 10
days hunting with each of the two seasons. What if they were to work
weekends to make up the time? If they worked Saturday and Sunday for
the next two weeks, and then for three weeks in between the seasons,
you won't be delayed. Plus, the workers won't lose any wages. You
could even keep their pay going during the off weeks if they have
already put in their hours."
Dale mulled it over. "That might work. They get their hunting in, and
I keep on schedule. Do you think they would be willing to work
weekends?"
"I think they will," River said. "The Monday to Friday thing is white
culture again, and most of them ignore it. They do other jobs on the
weekends. I had a pile of them volunteering to get the store ready the
past few weeks."
"Well I'm not in favor," Alison said. "I don't want my husband working
seven days a week until the house is finished. It isn't fair."
"Of course not," River said. "He needs to take the two breaks off when
the men are away. Close the project down totally. It will be a good
rest for you. In fact, you should take Mark out hunting."
"My son is only 10," Alison huffed. "He is not firing guns. Or even
going into the forest when others are shooting guns off."
"Yeah, and I'm not much of a hunter anyway," Dale said.
"I was thinking of the bow season," River said. "Hasn't he been out
with Tall John a lot lately?"
"Almost constantly," Alison admitted. "Since Paul left Mark has been
with Tall John almost every day. He has been learning bow and arrow
stuff. He was bragging the other day that he had made his own bow, and
Tall John was going to teach him how to make arrows and stone
arrowheads." She smiled. "I like Tall John. It is like he has adopted
Mark as the grandson he never had. And Mark adores him. He's with him
now. He said they would be 'eating wild' if they caught anything, so I
guess that's why he isn't here looking for supper. I think there is a
whole group of boys out there now."
"All for the best," River said. "It would be good for Dad to spend
some father-son time with Mark. School starts on Tuesday of the next
week, but that would still give you guys four days together in the
bush. I don't know if you can get a deer or not. With the two of you
your limit would be two. More if you get Tall John as a guide, because
there is no limit for First Nations members. I think you would have
fun."
"Yeah, it does sound like fun," Dale said. "What about the second
week?"
"I get you then," Alison said quickly. "I need work done on my
offices, and I was hoping to be able to get you for a stretch. Nick
and I have got a lot of preparatory work done on the credit union. We
will have a big meeting to elect the officers and make it official
later this week. I've booked the gym at the high school."
"Who can be a member?" River asked.
"Anyone over the age of 18 can be a voting member. Younger people can
hold accounts though, so you will be able to participate that way. We
have been toying with the official name "St. Mary's and Ojibwe First
Nations Credit Union" although that will have to be confirmed at the
meeting. We need both the town and reserve working together to make
this a success. I hope to get three townspeople and four reserve
elders on the initial board, although the ratio could change. I really
want the reserve to feel this is their credit union."
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In the afternoon River found eight more new First Nations people at
the river at 4 p.m. Three were from Stone Ledge, and the other family
was from Crow Crossing Reservation, about an hour to the east. They
had heard about the river through the Internet videos of the totem and
the Goldberg machine, and had taken a day off and brought the whole
family. After River's session with them they were enthused at having
learned Ojibwe and the history of the people, and promised to tell
others in their reserve to come and visit.
While talking to them, a convoy of two luxury cars and a van fitted
out for the handicapped rolled up to the river. There were five
scientists or doctors, Dr. Mitchell, and another five people in the
van, along with three nurses or orderlies. As her new First Nations
friends said goodbye, Dr. Mitchell walked up and spoke to River.
"These are the people I told you about," he said. "We are hoping you
can show us some of your magic." Several of the scientists snorted at
the word 'magic'.
"The river is free for all to enjoy," River said hesitantly. "I have
some First Nations healing experience, but I don't know that I can
help you at all with this. I'll just stand to the side and watch, if
you don't mind."
"Okay Fred, show us what to do," one of the older scientists said.
"You claimed that this river cured you. How did it do it?"
"I just stood in the middle of the river with River, the girl. I
started to feel better immediately, and over the next few hours I felt
better and better. When I was tested back at the hospital, there were
no traces of cancer."
"Hours?" one of the younger doctors snapped. "This is going to take
hours?"
"Oh, which cancer treatment do you know of that takes less than an
hour?" River couldn't resist sniping. The man went silent, and the
older man ordered the patients into the river.
A nurse stepped in first, and immediately jumped out of the water.
"That is ice cold," she said. "We can't put the patients in there."
"Poppycock," the older doctor said. "I just saw that young girl in
there with that whole group of Indians."
"We prefer the term First Nations," River said, moving back into the
water. "I have the ability to stand in the water for hours on end.
Your patients will find it cold at first, but in time it can be
bearable."
The patients entered the river, with the water moderated a bit,
although it was still extremely cold. There were four older patients,
aged 70 or 80, three men and a woman. The fifth patient was younger, a
woman about 40. River started getting a feeling from the river as soon
as she entered the water.
Dawn Winter, River thought. Where had she heard that name? After a
second it came to her. Her friend back in Toronto, Ricky's friend
actually, Lisa Stromen had a bookshelf in her room with more than a
dozen books on it with the name Dawn Winter on the spine. The woman
was the favorite author of her old friend.
,?River suggested to the river. I don't want those men to
think that this river can cure people. They will have thousands coming
and destroying your beautiful natural wonders. Can you allow me to
talk to her, without the others hearing?
The other patients were already scrambling out of the river, trying to
get away from the cold, and the younger woman also started towards the
bank when River called out to her mentally.??she said. The
woman turned back and stared at River.?
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