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    The Silent Moccasins: Tootimah
    The Silent Moccasins: Tootimah
    The Silent Moccasins: Tootimah
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    The Silent Moccasins: Tootimah

    By John G. Makie

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    This book will take you on a
    journey where you can individually take your mind through boyhood fantasies. class=GramE>Exploring the impossible means of defying gravity by that of an
    outside power source. This old Indian and his wife could move silently
    in their moccasins and never disturb the land, always leaving it in class=GramE>it's original state. They were guided and cared for by this
    outside source. They intuitively knew the weather, the movement of animals,
    like built in guidance systems. They were not physically strong but lived in a
    constant spiritual harmony with the universe. They could paddle long distances
    and Jim Chief had the secret ability, through his contact with his Indian
    Spirit he could lift a very heavy canoe over land.



    The time is in the nineteen class=SpellE>thirtees when the outside world suffered a depression.
    Modern technology was not yet invented. They lived off the land using their
    learned abilities to survive in all seasons. They lived in constant commune
    with forest and animals. They all knew their place and also how the animals
    lived.



    Jim Chief claimed this Spiritual
    Technology was given to him as a young boy. He told Onni
    that he wished to pass these gifts on to his youngest son. This was a high-class=SpellE>lite in the young son's life which thrilled him with
    excitement.



    It will create excitement even of
    the history of how super heavy stones were moved long distances in the building
    of pyramids, and light houses in Egyptian ports. Then to the
    great edifices of South Americaclass=GramE> in Inca times. How did they realy
    move those multi ton pieces of granite stone. Did they
    have an art or did the method of communication become lost to time. This is the
    fire of imagination the book will ignite. There are unexplainable things that
    happened thousands of years ago. Why could Jim Chief not have these class=GramE>powers.



    The mocassins
    were made by Tootimah his wife from Deer hide.



    This raw hide was chewed by a
    squaw because the saliva slowly went into the hide to make it very soft and class=SpellE>plyable. It was all made from one piece of hide. Even the
    thread was deer hide.



    The American tourists in the book
    are true as Onni was a real guide that took hunters
    out to hunt. These men did meet Jim Chief where they learned the secret of
    talking accross still water. They did get a trophy
    animal. Joe Dagg was a real helper for class=SpellE>Onni then the son who is the author.



    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateMar 16, 2004
    ISBN9781414053738
    The Silent Moccasins: Tootimah
    Author

    John G. Makie

    He was born and raised in a Hamlet in Northern Ontario Canada. He had his schooling in a small Railroad Centre close to the Hamlet. He is the son of Scandinavian parents who immigrated to Canada in the early 1900's. He learned his basic English at the start of school where many others had immigrant parents that were unable to speak English. He only spoke Finnish at the time. His dad was a sawmill worker, fur trapper and guide for tourists that wanted to hunt for moose, deer or bear. With a grade twelve education at the age of eighteen he joined the Canadian Naval Voluteer Reserve. He was a member of a commando force specializing in underwater demolition. He was a part of the SOE or the Secret Overseas Executive force. Due to his Oath of the Secrets Act of Canada he was not allowed to discuss his exploits for a period of fifty years after discharge. After this time he was awarded a pension for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Upon discharge he took advatage of some veternan's schooling where he worked in various carreers prior to his retirement.

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      The Silent Moccasins - John G. Makie

      © 2004 by John G. Makie. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval

      system, or transmitted by any means, electronic,

      mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without

      written permission from the author.

      ISBN: 1-4140-5373-8 (e-book)

      ISBN: 1-4140-5372-X (Paperback)

      IstBooks-rev. 02/04/04

      Contents

      Introduction

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty One

      Chapter Twenty Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Chapter Twenty Four

      Chapter Twenty Five

      Chapter Twenty Six

      Chapter Twenty Seven

      Chapter Twenty Eight

      Chapter Twenty Nine

      Chapter Thirty

      Chapter Thirty One

      About the Author

      Introduction

      I was born In a hamlet In Northern Ontario, In Canada. My father was born In Finland. He came to Canada as an Immigrant and then became a Canadian citizen. In his travels he met an Indian fellow named Jim Chief and his wife Tootimah. They taught my father about living off the land In the bush of Northern Ontario.

      My father also worked as a sawyer In a sawmill and operated a machine that carried logs to be cut into lumber or railroad ties. He also would stake out timber claims for paper mill companies.

      When I was a boy I went with my dad on many of his trapping trips as well as when he staked out timber claims. And It was during those times that I, too, had the good fortune to meet Jim Chief and his wife Tootimah. I saw Jim as a possible ancestor of the Inca Indians of South America, and while I don’t know If It was true, It gave Jim a certain kind of mystique In my young mind. I imagined he had the ability to levitate while walking on dry leaves. And that he could carry heavy objects with no effort over long distances. The Indian custom was not to have a formal burial upon death. And the Indians had no known records of birth or death.

      Chapter One

      We lived in an old abandoned sawmill settlement that only had six families. We could take a village census before breakfast. The folks in the settlement were all individual in their own way. And they took care not to bother each other. That made it comfortable for everyone. After all we had to survive very cold winters, and there were no service stores close by. It was twenty-two miles by railroad and seventeen miles by boat or canoe to the nearest village and in wintertime we used skis. The train ran twice a week, you would send your orders in on Friday and you would get them back on Monday. My mother liked it.

      We were all of different ethnic backgrounds, English, French, Finnish, Swedish and Ukrainian. There wasn’t much point in socializing because we could hardly understand each other anyway. We all lived close by the railroad track so when a train went by, you sure knew it, the house shook. But we got used to that.

      There is one early July day that I especially remember. That’s because my brother was home from the school that he attended in town twenty-two miles west. It was early in the morning. And Mrs. Poquette, our neighbor who lived about a half a block away, had a large pile of woven floor mats on her porch. So we asked our mother what she thought Mrs. Poquette was up to. She said, She will lay the floor mats out and make a path to the railroad track because she is expecting her husband on the local train that comes through on Friday morning.

      We asked mother how often has she done this because her husband has been dead for some time now. Oh! yes she said but she thinks it will happen that he is coming home. We do not bother with her because it is her buisness.

      The space between each of us was so that during the heavy winter snows we were unable to reach each other’s place except with snowshoes or skis. We sure learned how to live alone.

      Little Joe Dagg was only five foot four and his common law wife was only known as Mrs. Heath. She was five foot seven and weighed about two hundred and forty pounds. Joe would get quite yappy when he got drunk on their dandelion wine, which was very potent. One sunny afternoon in the winter we were playing outside and saw Joe come flying out his back door and land in the snow bank. Joe was kicking and screaming all the way into the snow. Good entertainment. Mrs. Heath was a very kind and generous lady except, sometime, with Joe.

      Then there was old Victor the Finnlander with long big fingers that had yellowish black nicotine all over them. He was so lazy his wife would cut the wood except when my Dad went over and had a talk to him about that. All I ever saw him do was smoke those roll your owns. Even his long teeth were black from smoking. The women here could not move even if they wished to, because where would they go?

      Mr. Rydell was English and in our eyes very rich because he owned a team of horses along with two cows plus two pigs and a few chickens. They lived just south of Victor the Finn Lander in a large house. Mrs. Rydell was not seen very often as she did all the daily chores. Her husband was old Gus. They had a son around eighteen, about all he could do was drive a team of horses. They had a daughter my brother’s age and she went to the same school as my brother.

      Chapter Two

      I recall that every spring after break up, which is when the ice has left the lake open for travel, we would welcome Jim Chief and his wife Tootimah when they paddled in and made camp just below the falls. They got dry poles that they cut from the bush, and set up a teepee with a canvas for a floor.

      As It happened my dad was home for a few days from the bush camp. He came outside and asked If I would like to meet Jim Chief and his wife Tootimah. Of course I jumped at the offer. We started off to the waterfalls. We went across the tracks and a short distance away were the waterfalls, which had rocks and old timbers that had been there since the mill had shut down. The endless gush of water had the same sound constantly. After you have heard it for a long time It seemed as though It was not there. I noticed that as we drew closer to the falls our voices would automatically get louder. That waterfall would be there long,

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