In the year 1812 a group of Indians, whilst scouting near a forest found an unconscious black man.
They saw that he was hurt, so they argued for a few moments, and then they decided to take him back to their tribe.
They have now treated the man for four days, and still he has not fully come out of his unconscious state.
But then on the fourth day.
The black man opened his eyes and looked around.
He saw a couple of people sitting around him. He heard that they were talking, but he could not understand what they were saying. The man then noticed that he was in an Indian hut, and that the people around him were Indians.
"Where am I?" The man asked.
They said something to him, but they were talking in a another language, so he couldn't understand them.
He tried some signs, but they couldn't understand him.
But then a woman said.
"Are you ok?" It was a young beautiful Indian woman who asked him in English.
"Yes, just a little headache." The man told her.
The woman then spoke in her own language. She appeared to be translating. Then the older men around him said something to the woman.
"The elders want to know what happened to you, how you hurt yourself, and who you are." The young woman said to the man.
The black man thought about it for a moment. Then he got a blank expression on his face.
"I...I don't know." He told the woman.
"You don't know how you got hurt." The woman asked him.
"I...I don't know my name." He then said.
The woman looked at him and then she spoke to the elders. The woman and the elders talked for a moment.
"You have a nasty bruise and a cut on the back of your head, that might be why you can't remember." The woman told him.
The man felt the back of his head.
"Ah." It did really hurt as he touched the back of his head.
"The elders want to know what the last thing you remember is." The woman said to him.
The man shook his head.
"I don't know... all I can remember is waking up here." The man told her.
She then spoke with the elders.
"The elders say that it might be best if you stay here with us until you can remember." The woman told him.
The man looked around at the men around him and nodded his head.
"Thank you." He then said.
The elders then left the hut.
"I am to guide you around our camp when you are feeling better." The woman told him.
She then stood up.
"You have food there if you get hungry." The woman then told him.
"Thank you." He told her.
"I will come back later." She told him, and then she left.
He looked around some more in the hut and then he took something to eat. A few moments later he went back to sleep.
A few hours later he woke up again. He felt a lot better, so he thought that he would go outside.
He had some sort of quilt over him, and as he removed the quilt, he noticed that he was only wearing some sort of underwear.
He didn't think that it was his own. He then looked around for some clothes. But all he could find was some Indian clothes.
So he got up and got dressed in the Indian outfit. It was some sort of brown leather outfit.
Then as he was fully dressed, he went up to the opening of the hut he was in. He then stepped outside.
The bright sun caught him by surprise, and he had to cover his eyes for a few minutes.
Then as he looked around, he saw a lot of Indians walking past him. He also saw a lot of huts.
The Indians that walked past him looked a bit strangely at him.
Then two male Indians came up to him and started talking to him.
"I'm sorry, I can't understand what you are saying." The black man told them.
"Are you the dark skinned man that the warriors found in the forest?" One of them asked.
"I guess." He told them.
"Where do you come from?" The other one asked him.
"I can't remember." He told them.
They looked at him a bit funny.
Then the young woman from before came up to him. She said something to the males and then they left.
"I'm sorry about that, they're just a bit curious about you." She told him.
"That's ok." He told her.
"It's just that no one here has ever seen a man with dark skin like you before." She then told him.
"Oh." He said.
The woman then gave him a little smile.
"By the way, are you feeling better now?" She asked him.
"Yes much better, thank you." He told her.
"Where am I exactly?" He then asked the woman.
"You're in our camp, we are the Peak tribe." The woman told him.
"And what is your name." He then asked the woman.
"I am called Dancing Flower in your language." She told him.
"That is a nice name." He then told her and gave her a little smile.
She smiled back.
"I'm sorry that I can't tell you my name." He told her.
"Well that is ok." Dancing Flower said.
"The women that took care of you actually gave you an Indian name." She told him.
"Really, what is it?" He asked her.
"Walking Horse." She told him.
"Walking Horse... how did they come up with that?" He asked her.
"Well..." She giggled a bit.
"What?" He asked her.
"Well the women that took care of you also had to bath you, and they noticed that your... thing was like a horse's." She told him.
"My thing." He said a bit confused.
Dancing Flower looked down at him, as if she was pointing to an area of his body.
He looked down.
"Oh...Ohh, I see." The man said as he realized that she was talking about his penis.
"Well I guess you could call me Walking Horse then, until I remember my own that is." He then told her.
She nodded and smiled.
Then they began to walk around the camp as Dancing Flower showed him around.
"Can I ask you why your name is Dancing Flower?" He then asked the woman.
"It is because I was born in a field of flowers, and as my mother held me up a wind came by and made the flowers dance." She told him.
"Wow." He said.
She smiled at him.
"And can I ask you when this happened." He then asked her.
"You mean when I was born." She asked.
"Yes." He said.
"I was born 20 summers ago." She told him.