Every time her Grandmother told that story, Marcy would ask questions. Each time she would glean little bits of information. These she put in the back of her mind. Years later, when she knew she was going to look for this place, these bits of information came to the front of her mind. When she put them all together, she really knew quite a bit. Smiling to herself, Marcy headed for her room to get ready for bed. She wanted to get an early start in the morning.
     Up with the sun, and on her way, Marcy knew just what she was looking for. She drove her truck farther west until she came to a large river. Finding a place in the forest large enough for her to get her truck into, she left the road and drove as far as she could upstream. When she could take the truck no farther, she began to get her canoe and supplies ready. Her clothes had been chosen with great care. She had many pockets and put many things in them. Small but necessary things. Her back pack had been packed carefully as well. Her canoe was small, and she could handle it alone quite well.
                                                     Silent Falling Water

     Marcy Crane liked her job. She liked working in the emergency room at the large university hospital. It was always busy, always fast paced, always lots of people around. But she liked quiet, calming places too. Places with few, if any, people.
     In the parking lot of her apartment building, she put her emergency jump kit into the back of her truck. She looked at her check list one last time, then got in the truck and headed out of the city. As she left all the blue and gold banners behind, she smiled and turned on the radio. Finally on vacation. The one she had been planning and working toward for the last two years.
     It was two years ago that she finally admitted to herself that she was going to take this trip. It had really always been there, in the back of her mind. Since she was a young girl it had been there. But she had always pushed it away. Then two years ago as she was watching a show on tv, she saw in the back ground a small waterfall. It just came to the front of her mind, and she knew!
     It suddenly became clear why she had taken all those night classes, and why she had learned all those other things over the last few years. Things that had nothing to do with her work. They were all things she would need to know, before she took this trip. So she had to admit it had always been there, and now that it was in the front of her mind, she had worked even harder to get herself ready.
     It was a lovely summer day, and the north bound interstate highway was busy. But the farther north she went, the fewer cars there were. So by the time she crossed the big bridge, a little after noon, she was the only one in the north bound lane.
     Every time she crossed the big bridge, she would turn right to visit friends and relatives. But not today. Today she turned left and pulled into the truck stop for lunch. After lunch, she filled the gas tank of her truck, then headed for the old Mac Trail. She went north on the Mac and then west on old Curley Lewis Rd, until she came to the old Iroquois Inn. Here she would spend the night.
     Not being in a high tourist area, the old inn was usually quiet. Today was no exception. In the dining room that evening, besides Marcy, there was only one old couple at a back table. After an excellent meal, Marcy went out to the old front porch. She sat in one of the wicker chairs and enjoyed the nice view.
     As she sat there, her mind drifted back to her childhood. She could almost hear her Mother saying, "Nakesha, Marcilene, Jon Beom, come in now. Grandmother is going to tell us a story." Oh how she loved to hear her Grandmother tell stories. Stories of the old ways, stories of the ancient ones, stories with a lesson. Grandmother always told good stories. But one story made the hair on the back of Marcy's neck stand up. It was as if she knew the story before she heard it. It was the story about a place called Silent Falling Water, and the two people that lived there. As Marcy sat on the porch, she remembered the story.
         Long ago White Bird was given as wife to Fox Eyes. Fox Eyes was from a far away tribe. They were much in love, and anxious to get away on their own. They did not want to take the time to learn all the ways of the other tribe, and there was much to learn. Things are so different in other parts of the land. There are different kinds of food, different kinds of plants, different kinds of animals. So Fox Eyes and White Bird set off on their own without knowing all that they should know. One day as they were going down a large river, they decided to find a place to spend the night. They were looking for a place to go ashore when they happened on a small stream that went in a half circle from one place in the large river, around to another place in the same large river. It was well hidden and quiet and private. Also in the center of this half circle the banks were so high and came almost around to meet each other over head. Any sound in that place seemed to stay in that place. On one side was a small waterfall, that sprang from the high bank about half way up. When you were right near it you could hear it. But it could not be heard from the big river, or from the top of the high banks overhead. On the opposite shore was a small sandy beach. Just right to land a small canoe. Not far above the sandy beach was a large room cut out of the rock. It had three sides to it and a roof. Not as good as a cave, but would still make a fine shelter. The couple decided to spend the summer in this place where they could be alone. One day Fox Eyes became ill. White Bird did not know the plants in this area. She did not know how to make him well. Then she too started to become ill. White Bird played her flute for the Great Mystery, and prayed, asking for the knowledge to make Fox Eyes well. It is said that if you find the Silent Falling Water place, you can still hear her playing the flute, and waiting for the Great Mystery to give her the knowledge to make Fox Eyes well.
music: Tonia