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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Moons back, he declares, when E-shock-e-tom-isee, the great Creator, made the world of men by scattering seeds in a river valley, of those who grew from the sand, some went to the river and washed too pale and weak the white man; some, enough the strong red man; some washed not at all the shiftless black man. But Keela came from none of these. "Ann, the squaws are hideous!
"Is it not enough for me that you won?" asked Keela gently and broke off, wild color staining her cheeks and forehead. Mic-co stood in the doorway. "Mic-co," she said bravely, "I I would have you tell him that he is strong and brave and clean enough to love. He he does not know it." She fled with a sob. "Have you forgotten?" asked Mic-co slowly.
"Diane!" said Keela with charming and impartial acquiescence. "Yes, Diane has it, too," assented Carl, and fell thoughtful, watching Mic-co's snowy herons flap tamely about the lodge. "Play!" said Keela shyly. Carl drew the flute from his pocket again and obeyed. "Like a brook of silver!" said the Indian girl with an abashed revealment of the wild sylvan poetry with which her thoughts were rife.
"Aw-lip-ka-shaw, Keela!" she said. "Some day I'm coming back and take you home with me." The Indian girl drove reluctantly away; presently her canvas wagon was but a dim gray silhouette upon the horizon.
When the sun rises there behind the cypress, we shall be at our journey's end." "I I am all right," stammered Carl courageously, but he bit his lips until they bled, and swayed so violently in the saddle that Keela slid to the ground in alarm. "Put your arms about my shoulders so!" she commanded imperiously. "You will fall! Philip surely could not know how ill you are. Can you get down?"
When he returned, laden with luxurious contributions to the evening meal, the camp had still another guest. Keela was sitting by the fire. Philip eyed with furtive approval the modish shirtwaist, turned back at the full brown throat, and the heavily coiled hair. "The Seminole rig," explained Diane, "was an excellent drawing card for Palm Beach tourists but it was a bit conspicuous for the road.
With an effort Carl dismounted and fell forward on his knees. "You must sleep for a while," said Keela. "I will build a fire. We can breakfast here and rest as long as you like." She took a blanket from his saddle and spread it on the ground. Carl crept on hands and knees to the Indian blanket and lay very still. A drowsiness numbed his senses.
Then the disordered interval between had fled to the limbo of forgotten things. Mic-co heard his story to the end without comment. He was silent so long that Carl grew uncomfortable. "Since Keela was a little, wistful, black-eyed child," said Mic-co at last, "I have been her teacher. We have worked very hard together. Peace came to me through her."
As you saw me first, so now!" Some lines of Lanier's poem of the morning were ringing wildly in Carl's ears. "The blades of the marsh grass stir; Passeth a hurrying sound of wings that westward whir; Passeth, and all is still; and the currents cease to run; And the sea and the marsh are one." "Why do you look at me so?" asked Keela.
Theodomir married and divorced your mother in the Indian village just as the paper in the candlestick said." Still the girl did not speak or move and Carl saw with compassion that the veins of her throat were throbbing wildly. He fell quietly to talking of Keela, caught her interest and watched with a sense of relief the rich color flood back to his cousin's lips and cheeks.
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