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Uk'eledi (pronounced kelth-edi ) "The One that Smokes" --USGS ~1904 |
After Nicolai left Lt.
Henry Allen and his expedition at Tsetsaan’ Na’ where they would continue on
toward the headwaters of the Tanana Valley, the tyone began the long trip
down the Copper River alone with his brother Eskilida in sight of Hwniindi
K’elt’aeni--”the one who controls the weather from upriver” and Hwdaandi
K’elt’aeni -- “the one who controls the weather from down-river.”
From Tsetsaan’ Na’ the Hwniindi K’elt’aeni is stunning. The mountain can be
seen from Mendaesde and even well beyond into the distant east. In between
this and the lower Hwdaandi K’elt’aeni first appears Uk’eledi. As one
eventually approaches our lower Ahtna home of Taral, it is Uk’eledi (Mt
Wrangell) which dominates.
Two times in Nicolai’s lifetime, the chief watched as Uk’eledi erupted,
sending out enormous ash plumes. Now known as Mount Wrangell, it was first
said to erupt to warn of the coming of the Russians--long before they
actually entered the interior. As Eskilida and Nicolai paddled down-river
approaching the village of Klaa te’kaa , the great rounded mountain, capped
heavily with ice, burst forth, spewing ash high into the heavens. Soon ash
began raining back upon the earth, layering the entire valley in a choking
cloud of fine whites and grays.
“This is a sign from the Great Creator,” he said to Eskilida.
“But we have been told since we were children that the smoke means the
sleep-doctors are fighting among themselves. Is that not what you remember
from the old tales, Nicolai?”
“Does that look like our own ancestors are fighting, Soon-ga? This is not
our ancestors we are witnessing. It’s different this time. The Great Creator
is revealing himself.
“It’s the warning we have long expected. The Creator is showing his anger.
He is angry with us and he’s giving us a warning. The white man has come to
stay. Now we know it is to be. We must prepare ourselves.”
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| Evening falls on an Ahtna camp near Tsedi-na --Simpson files |
Eskilida
looked into the sky toward Uk’eledi with the same expression of anxiety
which was mirrored in the face of his younger brother Nicolai. He did not
envy Nicolai. Eskilida could see that this was only the beginning. Nicolai
was the one who was ordained to lead his people through this ordeal. This
too had been predicted.
One great chief, who would be a very young man, would be there at the time
of the Great Change to guide his people. He would not survive it. They
returned to Taral in silence. Both men had much to consider. It was
disturbing. Nicolai did not feel ready for the challenge which lay ahead.
The next few years were quiet ones. Life went on as usual and the memory of
Lieutenant Henry Allen and his party began to fade. The tyone alone
remembered only too clearly what had happened. He was plagued with
nightmares over the Great Change. Just as the chiefs before him had waited
for the vengeful return of the Russians, the tyone awaited the return of the
Americans with their lust for the mountain of copper.
Fifteen years later Uk’eledi erupted one final time. This occurred the
summer following the winter when Nicolai revealed the location of the
Nicolai Prospect to Edward Gates. Nicolai was in the sezel of his thlen nee
cheelth, his summer home in Taral.
Nicolai had already passed on the role of chief to his son Goodlataw. The
new chief left the sezel for more water. He felt a strong need to leave the
sezel, and offered to bring in more water. Although Goodlataw was the new
chief, the others in the sezel were all his elders. He returned in only
moments without the water, quite shaken, summoning Nicolai and the others
outside to view the tall dark column of ashes coming out of Uk’eledi.
Nicolai emerged from his steam bath, accompanied by Eskilida and Skilly. All
of them stood ked’eh-had-eh and dripping from the effects of the hot steam.
The four men looked up into the blackening skies in wide-eyed wonderment.
This time the eruption had a much darker
character. It was June of 1900. In another month, two men named Jack Smith
and Clarence Warner would discover the fabulously rich Bonanza lode.
Nicolai, Eskilida, Skilly, and Goodlataw stood naked and alone. The new
chief had only left the sezel long enough to grab more water from outside
the entryway when he realized that the sky was darkening.
“Engii! This is the end!”
“It is not engii, and it is not the end, See-ah. It is a c’enaa--a warning
from the Great Creator.
“We stand before Him as we were born--ked’eh-had-eh--naked, but also
humbled. It is only fitting that we view him in his anger in this way. Only
if we are truly humble can we hope to escape his wrath.
“The Creator has long remained silent, but no more. This is His c’enaa. He
is warning us that we must remain as we are--humble but prepared to protect
the land of the Uk’eledi and our own people from the c’uniis of the white
man. What lies ahead can no longer be predicted. All we know is that we are
here now. What happens tomorrow now that the white man has arrived with his
white devil spirits--the c’uniis-- is not for us to know. What I can tell
you all is that we must hold onto each other as the Saghani utsuuy. As the
people of the Raven Clan we are also the Children of the Earth. It will be
left to us alone to protect this land from the Yaabel which has followed the
white man with his c’uniis into our ‘Atna’tuuTs’itu’. ”
The four men watched grimly as the heavy clouds began to descend upon the
valley. The grayish fine ashes were thick, making it difficult to breathe.
“We can do no more. Let us return to the sezel and contemplate the Great
Change in silence.”
The four men disappeared into the sezel behind the large log structure which
was the summer family home of Nicolai. Outside the ashes began to rain down,
but within the heavily-steamed sezel the four men--three from the older
generation and one of the new Ahtna leaders breathed uneasily as each
quietly contemplated their very uncertain futures.
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| Chief Goodlataw's house at Taral, Anchorage Museum of HIstory & Art, B74.36.26g |