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The poor man had to cling to a tree for support; then he slipped down along its trunk to the ground. "I am very tired," he murmured. It was not fatigue, however; it was the ghastly tidings which were poured on his head, so slowly, so surely, with such deadly effect. Kauaitshe looked at him with genuine pity.
"We are Shyuamo, not shuatyam." Their voices sounded like the threatening snarls of wild beasts. "Hush! hush!" the Hishtanyi Chayan now sternly commanded. Rising, he grasped the little governor by the shoulder, pulled him back to his place on the floor, and warningly raised his hand toward Kauaitshe, whose mouth one of his colleagues had already closed by force.
Kauaitshe now interfered; he had recovered from his stupor and yelled, "You have much, you are wealthy!" Turning against Tyope he shouted to him, "Why should we, before all the others, give you the soil that you want? Why should we, before all the others, give it to you for nothing? You are thieves, you are Moshome, shutzuna, tiatiu! No!" He stamped his foot on the ground.
You are only a few people, and you are lazy; whereas we are many and thrifty; you are a liar!" "Hush! hush!" sounded the voice of the principal shaman, between the shouts and screams of the disputing parties. "No! no!" shrieked Kauaitshe, "I will not hush. I will speak! I will tell these friends " "Water-mole!" yelled the tapop in response; and both the Koshare Naua and Tyope cried at once,
The injustice intended toward his constituents, the necessity of undertaking a task for which he felt himself incapable, terrified him at first and soon drove him to utter despair; and as all weak and lazy natures, when they see themselves driven to the wall, become frenzied, Kauaitshe, when the tapop turned to him, exploded like a loaded weapon, venting his wrath upon the governor instead of calmly discussing the matter itself.
The Hishtanyi said nothing; he was in his thoughts with Those Above, and hardly listened to the conversation. Kauaitshe extended his hand to Tyope. "We are not far from the brink," said he, kindly; "come, satyumishe, a few steps only, and you may rest, and I will tell you all, how the attack came, and how Hayoue saved the Zaashtesh from being all driven into the woods.
Still I have one scalp," he added with simple satisfaction. "Hayoue has many, many! How many have you brought home?" Tyope cast his eyes to the ground. "None," he breathed; he could not conceal his contrition and shame. Kauaitshe made no remark. He was not malicious. "From the great house they ran into that of Tyame hanutsh. There they killed your wife." "And Mitsha, my daughter?"
He felt wretched, crushed, almost distracted! The news brought by Kauaitshe weighed him down in a manner that allowed neither hope or quietude. His plans had become realized, but how? The loss of his wife he hardly felt, so much the more did he regret Mitsha's disappearance.
For the majority of the councilmen were so horror-stricken by the disclosures of Tyope and of the Koshare Naua, that they went to do penance with a zeal that could not fail to draw the attention of everybody around them. Thus Kauaitshe, the delegate of the Water clan, and Tyame, he of the Eagles, and several others considered it their duty to fast.
The Hishtanyi Chayan stopped Kauaitshe, and asked him, "Have any of my brethren the yaya suffered?" Tyope's heart throbbed, and he turned his face away, so fearful was he of the reply. "The Shkuy Chayan," replied Kauaitshe, in his simple manner, "is dead. An arrow entered his eye." Tyope shivered; misfortune crowded upon misfortune. He could no longer resist inquiring. Panting, he asked,
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