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Updated: June 29, 2025
But when I came to it gold and silver clouds shut it in, and I could see nothing, and yet out of it came the singing of birds and the promise of sweet voices that it shall be found if you seek faithfully, Neekewa. I am glad." Each word that she spoke in her soft and tremulous Cree was a new message of hope in the empty heart of Jolly Roger McKay. The world might laugh.
She did not look at him, but in her low Cree voice, soft as the mellow notes of a bird, she was saying: "You will be going very soon, Neekewa, and I shall not see you again for a long time. Do not forget what I have told you. And you must believe. Somewhere there is this place called the Country Beyond. The spirits have said so. And it is there you will find your Oo-Mee the Pigeon and happiness.
Her fingers tightened in his hand. For a space he could hear the beating of her heart. "Twice I have heard it," she whispered then. "Neekewa, you must go!" "Heard what?" he asked. She shook her head. "Something I don't know what. But it tells me there is danger. And I saw danger over the tepee top, and I have heard whisperings of it all about me. It is coming. It is coming slowly and cautiously.
You will meet again in happiness. And happiness will follow ever after. That much I learned, Neekewa. In happiness you will meet again." "Where? When?" whispered Jolly Roger, his heart beating with sudden swiftness. Again Yellow Bird passed her hand over her eyes, and as she held it there for a moment she bowed her head until Jolly Roger could see only her dew-wet hair and she said,
And no harm can come while the good spirits are with her. It is thus she has brought us happiness and prosperity since the days of the famine, Neekewa!" He spoke these words in Cree, and McKay answered him in Cree as they turned in the direction of the camp. Half way, Sun Cloud came to meet them, with Peter at her side. She put a brown little hand in Jolly Roger's.
At first he thought it was Sun Cloud, for Peter stood with his head raised to her. Then he saw it was Yellow Bird, with her beautiful eyes looking at him steadily and strangely as he awakened. He got upon his feet and went to her, and took one of her hands. It was cold. He felt the shiver that ran through her slim body, and suddenly her eyes swept from him out into the night. "Listen, Neekewa!"
They told her it was because of her that Roger McKay had come in that winter of starvation and death, and had robbed and almost killed, that she and Slim Buck and little Sun Cloud might live. That was the beginning, and the thrill of it had got into the blood of Neekewa, her "little white brother grown up."
It is very near. Hark, Neekewa! Was that not a sound out on the water?" "I think it was the wing of a duck, Yellow Bird." "And THAT!" she cried swiftly, her fingers tightening still more. "That sound as if wood strikes on wood!" "The croak of a loon far up the shore, Yellow Bird." She drew her hand away. "Neekewa, listen to me," she importuned him in Cree.
That they have told me. And you must not go back to where The Pigeon lives, for you will find black desolation there but always you must keep on and on, seeking for the Country Beyond. You will find it. And there also you will find The Pigeon and happiness. You cannot fail, Neekewa, yet my heart stings me that I cannot tell you where that strange country is.
"Neekewa, the spirits do not forget. They have not forgotten that winter when you came, and my people were dying of famine and sickness when I dreaded to see little Sun Cloud close her eyes even in sleep, fearing she would never open them again. They have not forgotten how all that winter you robbed the white people over on the Des Chenes, that we might live.
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