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Updated: June 12, 2025
Be good, because I have trusted you," murmured the young mother in her softest tones. "Really, Weeko, you have some common ground with Nakpa, for you both always want to have your own way, and stick to it, too! I tell you, I fear this Long Ears. She is not to be trusted with babies," remarked Shunkaska, with a good deal of severity.
As for her, she evidently felt that her misfortunes had not been of her own making. She gave a hesitating, sidelong look at her mistress. "Nakpa, you should not have acted so. I knew you were stronger than the others, therefore I gave you that load," said Weeko in a conciliatory tone, and patted her on the nose.
The cowskin tent became detached from her saddle, and a moment later Nakpa stood free. Her sides worked like a bellows as she stood there, meekly indignant, apparently considering herself to be the victim of an uncalled-for misunderstanding. "I should put an arrow through her at once, only she is not worth a good arrow," said Shunkaska, or White Dog, the husband of Weeko.
Nakpa had been a faithful servant until her escapade of the morning, and she was now obviously satisfied with her mistress' arrangements. She walked alongside with her lariat dragging, and perfectly free to do as she pleased. Some hours later, the party ascended a slope from the river bottom to cross over the divide which lay between the Powder River and a tributary stream.
As she approached her sister's teepee, there stood Nakpa, still wearing her honorable decorations. At the same moment, Zeezeewin came out to meet her with both babies in her arms. "Mechinkshee! mechinkshee! The despised Long Ears had not betrayed her trust.
Nakpa now came to the Little Trail Creek, a tributary of the Powder, not far from the old camp. No need of wasting any time here, she thought. Then she swerved aside so suddenly as almost to jerk her babies out of their cradles. Two gray wolves, one on each side, approached her, growling low their white teeth showing. Never in her humble life had Nakpa been in more desperate straits.
Quick as a flash, Weeko turned again to her babies, but Nakpa had already disappeared! Then, maddened by fright and the loss of her children, Weeko became forgetful of her sex and tenderness, for she sternly grasped her husband's bow in her left hand to do battle. That charge of the Crows was a disastrous one, but the Sioux were equally brave and desperate.
As for her, she evidently felt that her misfortunes had not been of her own making. She gave a hesitating, sidelong look at her mistress. "Nakpa, you should not have acted so. I knew you were stronger than the others, therefore I gave you that load," said Weeko in a conciliatory tone, and patted her on the nose.
Nakpa, or Long Ears, her kitten-like gray mule, which had heretofore been honored with the precious burden of the twin babies, was to be given a heavier and more cumbersome load. Weeko's two-year-old spotted pony was selected to carry the babies. Accordingly, the two children, in their gorgeously beaded buckskin hoods, were suspended upon either side of the pony's saddle.
Nakpa, or Long Ears, her kittenlike gray mule, which had heretofore been honored with the precious burden of the twin babies, was to be given a heavier and more cumbersome load. Weeko's two-year-old spotted pony was selected to carry the babies. Accordingly, the two children, in their gorgeously beaded buckskin hoods, were suspended upon either side of the pony's saddle.
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