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Keeko stood staring at the cross for some moments. Then she moved over to it and grasped it. It stirred in its setting. Then she left it, and returned to Lu-cana. "He dared to set that up," she cried bitterly. "'In loving memory." She read the words before the name of her mother. "He dared to set up that?" Her eyes shone with a fierce light as she turned and looked into the squaw's face. "Yes.
Him set 'em up." Lu-cana failed to understand that which lay at the back of Keeko's eyes. She could not read the words on the totem. She did not know their meaning when she heard them. All she knew was that the white man had done this thing. Keeko pointed at it. "Guess I'll make a new totem," she said, in a tone that was only cold and hard. "And we'll set it up. You and me, Lu-cana.
"She didn't go short of a thing we could do Lu-cana and me. We did our best-I don't guess you could have done a thing more. Will you come along up, an' I'll show you." "No!" The reply was fierce. Keeko was at the extremity of restraint. She could no longer endure the man's presence. She could no longer listen to him. "There's the pelts," she cried, pointing. "See to them. That's your work."
You can send Lu-cana in to me again when you go." The straining eyes closed as though to shut out sight of the going of the child who was all that was left to the remnant of a mother heart. And Keeko knew that the dismissal must be accepted. There could be no tender farewell. Her mother forbade it. Yet the girl was longing to nurse and caress the suffering creature in her arms. But she understood.
What in hell d'you want?" Nicol sat up. In a moment his entire manner changed. He scowled threateningly as he eyed the dusky figure in the doorway. It was the squaw Lu-cana whose moccasined feet had given out no sound as she approached. "White feller man come by river," she said, in the soft, hushed voice of her race, while her eyes refused to face the scowl of the white man. "White man?
And deeply cut on the cross-bar was her mother's name prefixed by words of endearment. Just behind the girl stood the heavily blanketed figure of Lu-cana, whose eyes were shadowed by a grief which her lips lacked the power to express. All about them reigned the living silence of the forest with its threat of hidden dangers.
Had she known all that lay in the man's ruthless heart, had she been present at her mother's bedside, and listened to those talks which Lu-cana had told her of, had she had less youth and courage and a deeper understanding of the realities of life, it is likely that panic would have sent her fleeing headlong from a presence that filled her with nothing but loathing.
"How did she die, Lu-cana?" she asked, in a low voice. Lu-cana drew near. She spoke in a tone as if in fear of being overheard. And as she spoke she looked this way and that. "She weep weep all time when you go," she said brokenly. "She big with much fear. Oh, yes. She scare all to death. So. Days come she live. She not eat. Oh, no. Days come many. An' all time she weep inside. She not speak. No.
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