Another thing I learned about my local area was from my cousin. There were a couple of things he told me. He died in Dec of 2016, but when I visited him in the hospital he told me about our uncle who took him on hunting trips on the reserve. Uncle showed him a place where my cousin said there were these little cabins. I don't know how many. Our uncle told him they were from the time of the flu, I'm guessing the Spanish flu. There were these "little people" who died there. I think he said there were 4 or 5 of these cabins and that these little people all died there, their remains are still in those cabins. My uncle told him "never to go there". I think my uncle said they all died from the flu.
My cousin didn't describe what they looked like, only that they were "little". It reminded me of what my mom told me about these people seen around the reserve. They were called in Ojibway "People of the rocks", because whenever they were chased, they would disappear into the rocks. They were described as being small and having no nose with yellow skin. I don't know if they're the same as those who died in the cabins.
My cousin also told me of a cave entrance and when people look in there, they see what looks like steps. Constructed steps, not like natural formation. They describe seeing large spiders down there, the size of large dogs. He said shamans would go in there and do their rituals or get "stuff" from there. Again, he was told "never to go there". I don't know about that, I knew of where he was talking about, having been there in the past. Where ever this cave is, it must be well hidden.
Born we are the same, within the silence, indifference be Thy name
Torn we walk alone, we sleep in silent shades
The grandeur fades, the meaning never known- 'Born' Nevermore