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Updated: May 29, 2025
In honor of Chaske the chieftain gives this feast and dance! These are the words of him you see holding a baby in his arms." "Yes! Yes! Hinnu! How!" came from the circle. At once the drummers beat softly and slowly their drum while the chosen singers hummed together to find the common pitch. The beat of the drum grew louder and faster. The singers burst forth in a lively tune.
Chaskè will hunt the deer and buffalo, and we shall be comfortable and happy." "Yes," said her father, "your mother speaks well. Chaskè is a great warrior too. When your brother died, did he not kill his worst enemy and hang up his scalp at his grave?" But Wenona persevered in her refusal. "I do not love him, I will not marry him," was her constant reply.
Knowing that one or both of them must be wounded, she hurriedly got water and medicine roots, and when they came to the tent she was prepared to dress their wounds. Chaske had a bullet through his shoulder and one through his hand. They were very painful but not dangerous. The prisoner had a bullet through his leg, also one through the muscle of his left arm.
Presents of cooking utensils, horses, robes and finely worked shawls and moccasins came from every direction, and last of all Chaske gave as a present to his friend the Toka man whom he had taken as prisoner.
"I told him that you wouldn't let me sing in 'The Inca." "And what did Bulder say?" "He was persistent but perfectly respectful; asked if he might confer with you. He wrote to you I think, didn't he?" Malcourt nodded and lighted a cigarette. "Dolly," he said, "do you want to sing Chaské in 'The Inca' next winter?" "Yes, I do if you think it is all right."
Always of a bright, jolly and amiable disposition, his silence and moody spell grieved his friend very much, and he finally spoke to Chaske, saying: "Koda, what has come over you? You who were always so jolly and full of fun? Your silence makes me grieve for you and I do not know what you are feeling so downhearted about. Has the girl said anything to you to make you feel thus?"
So poorly was the boy dressed that the boys who had good clothes always tormented him and would not play in his company. Chaske did not look at the clothes of any boy whom he chose as a friend, but mingled with all boys regardless of how they were clad, and would study their dispositions. The well dressed he found were vain and conceited. The fairly well dressed he found selfish and spiteful.
And her words were true; for the Indians soon learned that they were not at liberty to talk to Chaskè of his wanderings. He never spoke of his former wives, except to compare them with his present, who was as faithful and obedient as they were false and troublesome.
Although he had never made love to her for himself, he had always used honeyed words to her and was always loud in his praises for his friend Chaske. One night the two friends had been to see the girl, and on their return Chaske was very quiet, having nothing to say and seemingly in deep study.
Her back was turned towards him, and instead of rising to follow her, he caught her in his arms, determined to see and talk with her. Finding herself a prisoner, the girl turned her face to him, and Chaskè had never seen anything so beautiful. Her skin was white as the fairest flower that droops its head over the banks of the "Lac qui parle."
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