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Topanashka turned to Say, and said in an affable tone, "Speak, sa uishe; I am glad to listen." "Sa nashtio," she began, "Okoya is young, but he is no longer a child. His eyes have seen a girl and that girl has pleased his heart. So he has gone to that girl and may be with her at present. I hold this to be good, umo. What do you think?"
It was a very good sign to see the shaman at work with such enthusiasm; still Tyope must disturb him. "Sa nashtio," he cried, "we must go." "Heiti-na! Heiti-na!" shouted the praying shaman, drumming incessantly. He was in ecstasies. His uplifted eyes sparkled; he paid no attention to what was around him. "Sa nashtio yaya," Tyope anxiously insisted. "Do not disturb me, let me alone! Heiti-na!
A tremendous noise from the south indicated that a hand-to-hand encounter was going on there. The noise lasted but a short time, then it subsided. Shortly afterward a warrior rushed panting up to Tyope. "Nashtio," he said, "the Moshome have taken five scalps." "Where?" Tyope snorted. "There;" he pointed southward. "And we?" "Three." "Have the people gone back?" "A little." "It is well.
"Yaya, nashtio, Tapop, I have heard what you have all said, and it is well, for it is well for each one of you to have spoken his thoughts, in order that the people be pleased and delight come into their hearts. For there are many of us, the fathers of the tribe, and each one has his own thoughts; and thoughts are like faces, never two alike.
Just wait until the men have returned from the war-path, and you will see. Evil is coming to us. Did you notice, satyumishe, on the night when they carried sa nashtio maseua back to the Tyuonyi how angry the Shiuana were; how the lightning flamed through the clouds and killed the trees on the mesa?
"I thought," Tyope suggested, "of sending word to the men in front to come back, and as soon as we could see anything, striking the enemies in our rear. What do you think of it, sa nashtio?" "Many will go to Shipapu to-day," the Chayan muttered. "What shall I do? Speak!" Tyope insisted. The last words of the shaman frightened him.
Zashue had carried it thither, communicating the intelligence secretly to his mother and sister. They were speaking of it, the old woman with apprehensions, and Zashue in his usual frivolous manner, when Hayoue entered. "Do you know," said he, "that the nashtio of Tyame is doing penance?" "So does ours," remarked Zashue, growing serious. He began to see matters in a different light.
With a sad expression he added, "Our maseua is no more, and ere the Hotshanyi has spoken to the yaya and nashtio, and said to them, 'such and such a one shall be maseua, it is the Hishtanyi Chayan who decides who shall go and who shall stay at home." His nephew comprehended; he nodded and inquired, "Does not the Hishtanyi Chayan fast and do penance now?"
"Our nashtio yaya," Hayoue replied with an important and mysterious mien, "has much work at present." "Do you know what he is working?" naïvely asked Okoya. "He is with Those Above." The reply closed the conversation on that subject. Okoya changed the topic, asking, "Satyumishe, you are not much older than I. How comes it that you are uakanyi already?" Hayoue felt quite flattered.
Don't their women stick their noses into every bowl, in order to find out what the people cook and eat? Rest easy, satyumishe, your mother is good, she has nothing in common with the Koshare." "But is not the nashtio one of them? Your brother, my father? Is he like the rest of them?" Hayoue replied, assuming an important mien,
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