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It was by chance that I found the Treaty Four Grounds, which modern building was symbolised with a huge tepee, in Fort Qu'Applle, Saskatchewan. Treaty Four is that signed between 32 Indian Bands and Federal government in 1874 (The seven numbered treaties were signed each from Ontario to Alberta in 1871 - 1877). The data shows that the 'reserve' system for First Nations people dates back to this time (Prior to this, it had also started in the East Coast).
I asked to the spokesman how they are preserving their culture. He deplored that more and more younger people these days didn't care about with being Americanised forgetting the Indians' common sense, 'People belong to land.' "How about your population," asked I. "The number is increasing." "Is that the pure blood?" "No, since many married White." "Why don't they claim as Metis?" "Metis didn't participated in Treaty Four." They seemed to be still living in the world of spell which put on them over 130 years ago.
They distinguish the clans by whether they were on the table of Treaty or not. It should be ridiculous; think the age and the area for the treaty! It seems that the clans who joined the treaties have been able to get more fund from the federal government than the ones who didn't. That should be also ridiculous; it was almost by chance that there were on the table. If such a rough determination in such an old days goes on openly even today and is being one of the hotbeds to produce the difference between poor First Nations and rich, Canada has to be said irresponsible country.
Indian people's figures were very common in the cities of Saskatchewan as well as those of Manitoba. In Saskatoon, I met an interesting one. It was an old main street and many closed shops were lined up, which really made me feel I was in Saskatoon. Stepping forward slowly observing each half-ruin hanging my camera, I heard a queer voice behind me. Looking back, no one was there already. Soon, across the street on a bench in front of a building, I began to order my camera stuff, when an middle-aged Indian accosted me.
"Are you a teacher here?" "What do you mean?" "Here is a school for bad boys and I thought you are a new teacher just arrived. My nephew is a teacher of this institute." "No, not at all. I'm just a traveller. Is this school for Indians?" He nodded. "Are there a lot of First Nations around here?" "Indians are everywhere in the world." "Well, I have a question for you. Can I?" He nodded. "What is the difference between Bison and Buffalo?" "Same thing. A Buffalo give birth a Bison, and it becomes a Buffalo." I asked if I can take a picture of him. He nodded.
Like a vagabond as he looked, his face had something dignity and I wondered wherever it came from. After that, he said that he had little money for the bus home and if I could add some. I was willing to hand him a dollar or so. Then, in a moment, his eyes gazing at me got hold water. I was embarrassed, but he crossed with his forefinger on my forehead. "I'm not a Christian. I'm a Buddhist," said I, though he didn't care at all.

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by tetsu95jp | 2008-02-15 06:32 | 25.Southern SK
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