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Cheetah2k -> The Last of the Mohicans (10/18/2008 1:21:54 AM)
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Once there was a Mohicans tribe. They had honor, they had tradition, they had ceremonies, and they had rituals. They were great worriers, they had amazing women, and they had plenty of wide open spaces filled with all the good, simply a great place to hunt. They had respect to the hunted animals and the hunted animals respected them. There was respect among the hunters and also respect among the hunted animals.
Slowly the civilization had arrived, with worriers holding brand new guns, which had just being bought in the local weapon store. Those guns had no tradition, and no history. Those new hunters had also machine guns constructed on a tripod attached to their car. It is so much easier to hunt with a machine gun. They arrived with shining vehicles with nickels and all, from the best shining vehicles in the top of the line agencies.
The new hunters did not care about tradition, about honor; they had no respect to the hunted animals, those that they hunted and all the rest. The animals felt the disrespect to them, and even they are hunted by nature; they leaved the area and looked for a better placed to live, far from the new vehicles main roads. Those who remain in the area were slaughtered without honor.
In the distant places, far from the main roads where the new vehicles ride, still rides the Mohicans. They Sit steep on there horses, holds a rich tradition gun, and hunt with honor. Only few Mohicans were left, they had been diminished. You don’t see many of them, especially if you ride on the main roads. But they are definitely out there, on the side dirt roads and there is honor there and lots of it, among the hunters and to the hunted animals.
The last of the Mohicans, And as for me, I have great respect for them.
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