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But before the tragic disease struck his village, Two Rivers had always held the opinion “that his life was a gift” and not taking such a meaning lightly, made his mission each and every morning to rejoice in life, and share with others his many adventures. This made the prospect of sharing his stories in the spirit world very exciting. The solitude on the lake made him reflect further on his past. Thinking back on the teachings of his father – Grinning Fox, reaffirmed his belief that his father’s words always held the most significance and taught him to value every second of life. Lessons came back to him … “Do not ponder death, for then it will fill you up with fear, making no room for happiness. Instead, start every season like it will be your last, holding close every new experience, never mistreating another. If you live as if there will never be the opportunity to right a wrong … then you will limit wrong acts”. Grinning Fox had shared many great gems of insight with Two Rivers. Now in his last days, Two Rivers had lived a life such as his father had spoken of, having no regrets or fear. The present came rushing back into focus. Two Rivers picked up his paddle and pumped out a last series of strokes which sent the birch bark Jeemonnug into deeper water. The canoe's stern cleaved easily through the lake and glided quietly towards the center of Lake Vermillion. He checked to make sure his Medicine Bag was still beside him with the note still attached. "It is very important that the contents of the bag be found, even if my body never is.” He told the water. Lapping against the canoe with growing insistence the waves replied, “We are only here for you.” Glancing into the sky he saw his request to the Spirits to bring forth a real storm outside of the one raging in his mind had been granted. The mild haze became threatening clouds, which turned dark, gathering strength from the Wind that was returning from Lake Superior. The storm was becoming formidable and undulated directly overhead. Two Rivers' posture was still craned upward when he spotted the black shape spiralling in lazy circles and moving towards the rocky point that had always been the Shaman's secret fishing hole. The Raven had followed his old friend and here he would 27

Hunters & Hearts Excerpt  

The adventures of legendary University of Minnesota and Chicago Blackhawk Hockey Coach, Emil Iverson, an Ojibwa Shaman named Two Rivers, and...

Hunters & Hearts Excerpt  

The adventures of legendary University of Minnesota and Chicago Blackhawk Hockey Coach, Emil Iverson, an Ojibwa Shaman named Two Rivers, and...