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Updated: May 17, 2025
And, above all the scenes of desolation, above the turmoil and the strife, the grim storm god ruled supreme, heartlessly sending new deluges and crashing bolts in answer to the prayers for deliverance. The Cantanas had ventured farther down the river than was their wont. The season had been a remarkable one.
After a time the sounds were hushed. The silence was ominous. The suspense was awful. Now as never before did terror enter the hearts of the Indians cowering and trembling in their dark hovels. The white feather was on its way to announce the fateful selection of the Great Spirit as interpreted by Choflo, headman, sorcerer and oracle of the simple-minded Cantanas.
"No, the stranger is not dead not quite dead." "You are mine. I will take you to the village; it is less than half a rest away. I will feed you and cure you of the fever. You are mine." Oomah looked again at his discoverer, and closed his eyes. "I know you," he said feebly. "You are of the Patocos who have eaten many of my people." "Yes, I am of the Patocos and we have eaten many of the Cantanas.
In fact, not until darkness fell did he arouse himself sufficiently to rise unsteadily to his feet and to limp away from the bank of the treacherous river. It was the seventh year since the great drought. Choflo, headman, sorcerer and oracle of the Cantanas, scanned the brassy sky and smote his breast with clenched fists.
"Oh, did you see these things Oomah," the eager listeners asked. "No," came the reply, regretfully. "Then, who did see them? Who told you of them?" "Long, long ago the Cantanas were a powerful people. They built the largest canoes and travelled to the river's end. They saw them. The story of their wandering came to me from my mother."
Agoo reached the village of the Patocos after a week's rapid journey through the forest. He had been sent by the Cantanas to look for Oomah. The twigs snapped from the undergrowth by the hunter as he walked along guided him unfailingly to the last camping site and from there a beaten trail led to the village. And Agoo was promptly made prisoner by the fierce enemies of the Cantanas.
"Nechi, who found me dying and whose medicine drove away the fever. And send one of your hunters also to select a wife from among the Cantanas. It is my wish that there be blood relationship between us. Then there will be peace between the Patocos and Cantanas. No more fighting, no more killing. I speak as headman of my people."
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