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The Last Snake Runner
By: Kimberley Griffiths Little , Tom McnealeBook Publisher: Random House
Imprint: Random House Children's Books
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Praise for The Last Snake Runner:
“The novel succeeds as a fast-paced adventure and as a meditation on the consequences of a clash of dissimilar cultures.”— School Library Journal
“Little’s strength is her depiction of daily life among the Acoma, especially the ceremonies performed by the now-extinct Snake Clan. . . .”— Booklist
A 2004–2005 New Mexico Land of Enchantment Nominee
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| Title of eBook: The Last Snake Runner | |
| Release Date: 12-18-2007 | |
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| Publisher: Random House Children's Books |
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The Last Snake Runner
Prologue
Kendall drank the bitter brew, trying not to gag when his throat closed. In a few minutes he would vomit, and the cleansing process would be finished.
Piñon smoke and sweating bodies filled the sacred kiva chamber. Barefoot and wearing his deerskin breechcloth, Kendall shuffled across the smooth rock floor, following the other dancers. Drummers knelt beside the altar, and the steady pounding sound filtered through the opening in the roof. The gentle rhythm rocked Kendall’s heart like a baby in a cradle. There was no other place he would rather have been.
From the head of the circle, the medicine man took the wooden bowl of herbs from Kendall’s hands.
“Your great-grandfather would be proud,” the elderly man said solemnly. “But as the last Snake Runner, you will have a difficult journey.”
Kendall nodded. “He told me there were snake dances in the ancient days.”
The elderly man looked into Kendall’s eyes. “The old ways are lost to us. We must rely on the gods to guide you.”
Before Kendall could speak again, the medicine man raised a hand to signal the last dance.
Joining the boys from the other clans who were also being initiated into the kiva ways, Kendall lifted his feet for the final song to the gods. Bells around his ankles jangled softly. Prayer sticks and smoothly carved bear bones clattered at his waist, keeping time with the ancient drumbeats. This day was the final step in becoming a full member of the tribe.
The kiva chamber was filled with fathers, brothers, uncles, and grandfathers from each of the village clans. They were there to watch their sons on this important day...
Kendall drank the bitter brew, trying not to gag when his throat closed. In a few minutes he would vomit, and the cleansing process would be finished.
Piñon smoke and sweating bodies filled the sacred kiva chamber. Barefoot and wearing his deerskin breechcloth, Kendall shuffled across the smooth rock floor, following the other dancers. Drummers knelt beside the altar, and the steady pounding sound filtered through the opening in the roof. The gentle rhythm rocked Kendall’s heart like a baby in a cradle. There was no other place he would rather have been.
From the head of the circle, the medicine man took the wooden bowl of herbs from Kendall’s hands.
“Your great-grandfather would be proud,” the elderly man said solemnly. “But as the last Snake Runner, you will have a difficult journey.”
Kendall nodded. “He told me there were snake dances in the ancient days.”
The elderly man looked into Kendall’s eyes. “The old ways are lost to us. We must rely on the gods to guide you.”
Before Kendall could speak again, the medicine man raised a hand to signal the last dance.
Joining the boys from the other clans who were also being initiated into the kiva ways, Kendall lifted his feet for the final song to the gods. Bells around his ankles jangled softly. Prayer sticks and smoothly carved bear bones clattered at his waist, keeping time with the ancient drumbeats. This day was the final step in becoming a full member of the tribe.
The kiva chamber was filled with fathers, brothers, uncles, and grandfathers from each of the village clans. They were there to watch their sons on this important day...
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