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Pete Wilson
Among the mighty West Home of the brave wetlands. Come Caribbean storyteller Pete Wilson.
Chief Greywood
Again we invite you boys and girls to join.
Pete Wilson
Your Indian friend, Chief Greywood in another exciting story of the love long ago.
Chief Greywood
Member of the powerful Chippewa tribe of.
Pete Wilson
Indians, Chief Greywood brings you legends that have been handed down generation to generation in the history of the people to first live in this great landfall is now the Peak.
Chief Greywood
Greywood, greet you at the salutation of the Plains Indian. It was customary for the children of many tribes to meet in the teepee of some old warrior. And there, during the time between the evening meal and their bedtime to listen to one of the old tribal legends. Tonight, my young braves and maidens, I invite you to join your little red brothers and sisters in my tea be to hear one of these old, old tales of long ago.
Little Hailstorm
What story are you going to tell us these young bullies?
Chief Greywood
Have patience, my Little Red Plumes, and I shall tell you the story of how the pinto pony got his part to the Indians of the Plains. It would indeed be a sign of wealth to own many horses and therefore have. When a little Indian boy of long ago was given a beautiful white comb as a birthday gift, he was indeed proud. He said the boy would feed and groom his pony and capture him and break him for riding.
Little Hailstorm
What would the little worry mean, great one?
Chief Greywood
His name was Wansula, which means Little Hailstorm in the language of the white man.
Little Hailstorm
How did my boy get a bunch of big names?
Chief Greywood
Even as a child? Little Hailstorm with Swan and Brave Red Bloom. He would protect his brothers and sisters from dangers and often go with his father on the hunting trip. He was a good Indian boy. And even the old chief of the village noticed his spirit and his lack of fear.
Little Hailstorm
He must have been weak and strong when his father came.
Chief Greywood
When he first born, he was indeed Red Flume. And although we Indians do not show our emotions easily, Little Hailstones danced a dance of joy around his coat. And even the coat showed that he was pleased to have a new master.
Little Hailstorm
Did little Old John did his wife Pony a name, brave one?
Chief Greywood
Indeed he did. Red Blues. He named his foe Morning Donkey with Green Arrow Chief. Each day the boy would feed and groom. Arrow chiefs, talk with him for long hours and in many other ways make friends with him. During the long summer months, Arrowcheep would feed upon the green grass of the prairie. And in the fall of the year, Little Hailstone would heal the bunch of the cottonwood trees and give it to Arrow sheep. Regular feed. The Indians did not have Long Tuber, of course, to give to the horses. So as a special treat, they sent them box grip from the pampa trees. As time went on, old boy and pony grew. And at last came the big moment in the boy's life. A moment he had been dreaming about ever since he was big enough to walk.
Little Hailstorm
What have you been dreaming about these rosewood?
Chief Greywood
Oh, wrestling. He was to join the small war party leaving in the morning to make a raid upon an enemy village. The raid proved success as they captured many horses and lost no warriors. Baron Chief carries his young master on this and many other successful raids, hunts and war fights. One day a scout reported that a large party of enemy warriors were drawing near to camp, intending to gain back the horses that had been stolen from them. Patience, my child. As soon as the scout had relayed a big news to the team of the tribes, a war council had followed. And a large party of the tribe. Such warriors. That afternoon they emblim in the open and away from the village. Oh, indeed he was red groomed. Little Hail Thorn had gone before manhood and arrogance. Before it was one of the prettiest bunches in the village and the Henry of many a brave. The war party rolled out across the plains and towards the hill where the enemy had been reported. There, near the foothills, two tribes met each other and a fierce balance of ra these rainbows. We'll start his redstone would have patience and not be noisy as an agpie and the old women sway. Wolf will tell you what happened. Little Hailstorm crew who felt worthy of his name. As he tore in among the enemy of the hailstorm raining for him. At the blow upon the enemy's head with his horse Blouse. Many of the warriors from the raiding party noticed this bold young man and realized that if he was not killed, the battle would not last long and that they would have to retire with all his gain. The enemy drew back and killed the children. Then suddenly they charged hor and wild yells and a group of them went sink for hail storms, shooting the arrows atoms from all sides. One of the el k his left leg, making him grinch his feet in pain. But bravely he fought on, searching the flying arrows. But at last he was up to battle. When one of the considered himself at his back. Not quite unconscious, he fell forward over his white foamy neck. And there he hung, as unmatched as he could. No, my child. The gallant machine, realizing that something had happened to his beloved master, goes away from his by his side and starts built front a tail storm is just hanging over his Own neck. The blasphemous wounds ran down over the voice's side tonight so that by the time they reach the first Indian village form in the pony's back no, not bed restroom but badly wounded and it took him many many wounds before he was well again. His very thought when again he was able to walk was on his faithful lord. As no one had paid any attention to arrows the blood buck had by this time dried on his white coat to a dark brown. They had gone tried in vain to wash him away but to no avail but once would not come on. It was quite a different looking voice from what the Indians had been used to saying. Because my child, in those early days among the Cheyenne Indians the voices had all been of a certain colour. They had been either black, brown, white or bunk in color. But in the years that followed many of the Indians had torn into a brown sponge upon them a delta eagle. Children and grandchildren all had brown monkeys upon them.
Little Hailstorm
What happened to his d the men.
Chief Greywood
Of civilians secret encouragement he knew he was tempting to become a great chief of Cheyennes. And this knowledge was soon proven to be right as the chief of the tribe in gathering of the tribal council made Hailstone a sub chief of the Cheyennes. With these words amend the b hailstones. Through your courage you have set an example for young warriors to follow. May your moccasins make trance in many snows yet to count. And may the great spirit make your medicine strong. Oh Redbloom Hailstorm lived to be an old man and was well liked Fiori's tribe. He in time had many beautiful horses but none that he loved as much as he thankful Herald chief.
Little Hailstorm
Oh Greg Wolf, that was a wonderful story. And I shall always remember the hardships that young war you had to go through and how faithful his aunt was whenever I hooked those pink ponies in the shoes.
Chief Greywood
Well my children, the spirit of darkness has spread its wings over mother earth once again. And it is time for my young braves and young maidens to retire to the willow fence and and Buffalo road. And now my young braves and young maidens, I have here a song that I should like to sing for you. You have just heard about the Cheyenne Indians of the plains. But now we will take you down into the southwest among the Hopi, the Navaros and the Sunni Indian. And the song that I'm going to sing for you now will be the sunni sunrise call which the Indian sign from the housetops will in the morning at the time of the rising of the sun. My money to be Anthony my unto me, boys and girls, from the lineage of your friend Grey Wolf, you've heard.
Pete Wilson
Another exciting tale from the lord of the great red man ever of the powerful Chippewan tribe. Keep Gray Wolf. Bring the legends that have been handed down from generation to generation in history. The first native of this great American company Bo you can become members of the tribe of J. Grad. We told you at the beginning of the series. An important message must be heard and given in. All you have to do to become an Indian brave yourself is to write a carnal letter to him WC A. And keep Gravewolf a sensitive reading. A picture of himself and instant design of women. Both of them in full trouble again. He will go upon the brain to things that is raising beast. He'll get those cards and let this pouring in right away real. And let your friends know that you're an adopted brave in Gray Wolf seating.
Chief Greywood
And now my friends, until we meet again. May the great Spirit make sunrise in your heart. Watch you.
Pete Wilson
Listen into safe time next week for Gray Wolf and an exciting story about the chipmunk Johnny Strike in time come you'll hear many of the old Indian legends brought to you by your Indian storyteller C. Gray Wolf. This point down central wing.
Chief Greywood
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Podcast Summary: Harold's Old Time Radio - "Chief Grey Wolfs Teepee"
Episode Title: Chief Grey Wolfs Teepee
Release Date: February 21, 2025
Host: Harold's Old Time Radio
Description: Relive the Golden Age of Radio with timeless stories from legendary radio shows. Before the advent of television, families gathered around the radio to enjoy captivating tales from classics like The Shadow, Abbott & Costello, Amos & Andy, Dragnet, and many more.
In the February 21, 2025 release of Harold's Old Time Radio, titled "Chief Grey Wolfs Teepee," listeners are transported back to the enchanting world of Native American legends as narrated by Chief Grey Wolf, a devoted storyteller from the powerful Chippewa tribe. This episode delves into the rich traditions and heroic tales passed down through generations, capturing the essence of the Plains Indians' culture and valor.
Chief Grey Wolf captivates his young audience with the poignant story of Wansula, known as Little Hailstorm, and his beloved pinto pony, Red Blues. The narrative unfolds in the traditional setting of a Plains Indian teepee, where children gather to hear tales that embody the courage, loyalty, and spirit of their ancestors.
The Gift of Red Blues ([01:43]):
Chief Grey Wolf recounts how young Wansula receives a stunning white comb as a birthday gift, which he treasures deeply. This gift signifies his promise to care for his pony, Red Blues, highlighting the bond between a boy and his horse.
Wansula's Rise ([02:21]):
Wansula earns his formidable names—Swan and Brave Red Bloom—through acts of bravery, protecting his siblings and accompanying his father on hunts. His fearless nature catches the attention of the tribe’s chief, marking him as a future leader.
Building the Bond ([02:57]):
The deep companionship between Wansula and Red Blues is portrayed through daily routines of grooming, feeding, and training. Their relationship exemplifies mutual respect and trust, essential traits for a warrior.
The Raid on the Enemy Village ([03:47]):
As Wansula matures, he joins a war party to raid an enemy village. The mission is a success, capturing numerous horses without any warrior losses, further establishing Wansula's prowess in battle.
The Battle and Sacrifice ([05:15]):
An impending threat arises when enemy warriors intent on reclaiming their stolen horses approach Wansula’s camp. During the ensuing battle, Wansula displays unparalleled bravery, fighting valiantly alongside Red Blues despite sustaining serious injuries.
Legacy and Leadership ([07:32]):
Recognizing his valor and leadership, the tribal council honors Wansula by naming him a sub-chief. His deeds inspire future generations, and he becomes a beloved leader, fostering peace and strength within the tribe.
Chief Grey Wolf on Wansula's Spirit ([02:21]):
"He was a good Indian boy. And even the old chief of the village noticed his spirit and his lack of fear."
Reflection on Wansula’s Heroism ([05:15]):
"Little Hailstorm crew who felt worthy of his name. As he tore in among the enemy of the hailstorm raining for him."
Tribal Council’s Honor ([07:32]):
"Through your courage you have set an example for young warriors to follow. May your moccasins make trance in many snows yet to count. And may the great spirit make your medicine strong."
In this heartfelt episode, Chief Grey Wolf not only entertains but also imparts invaluable lessons about courage, loyalty, and the importance of cultural heritage. The story of Little Hailstorm and Red Blues serves as an inspiring testament to the enduring spirit of the Chippewa tribe and the timeless traditions that continue to resonate through generations.
Listeners are left with a deep appreciation for the rich tapestry of Native American legends and the heroic figures who embody their enduring legacy.
Join us next week on Harold's Old Time Radio for another captivating tale from Chief Grey Wolf, as he shares more legends from the Chippewa tribe and beyond.