Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 19, 2025
"They come over the salt sea like the waves of the sea, thy people, and they go ah! who knoweth where?" "Ai! Who knoweth where?" Neepoosa lamented, rocking slowly back and forth. "Ever they go towards the frost and cold; and ever do they come, more people, wave upon wave!" "Ai! Ai! Into the frost and cold! It is a long way, and dark and cold!" She shivered, then laid a sudden hand on Frona's arm.
They sat down together on the floor, and she patted Frona's hand lovingly, peering, meanwhile, blear-eyed and misty, into her face. "Ay, it is Neepoosa, grown old quickly after the manner of our women. Neepoosa, who dandled thee in her arms when thou wast a child. Neepoosa, who gave thee thy name, Tenas Hee-Hee.
Not in the old days, when I played with them, was this shame so." "Ai! Ai!" Neepoosa made answer. "It is so. But do not blame them. Pour not thine anger upon their heads. For it is true it is the fault of thy women who come into the land these days. They can point to no man and say, 'That is my man. And it is not good that women should he thus.
And the eyes are as clear and true as in the days when Neepoosa chid thee for wrong-doing, and thou wouldst not put false words upon thy tongue. Ai! Ai! Not as thou art the other women who come now into the land!" "And why is a white woman without honor among you?" Frona demanded. "Your men say evil things to me in the camp, and as I came through the woods, even the boys.
She turned and went over to the old woman. "And hast thou so soon forgotten, Tenas Hee-Hee?" she mumbled. "And thine eyes so young and sharp! Not so soon does Neepoosa forget." "It is thou, Neepoosa?" Frona cried, her tongue halting from the disuse of years. "Ay, it is Neepoosa," the old woman replied, drawing her inside the tent, and despatching a boy, hot-footed, on some errand.
For the young women have turned aside from the old paths, nor do the young men longer honor the old totems and the old gods. So these are bad days, Tenas Hee-Hee, and they behold old Muskim go down in sorrow to the grave." "Ai! Ai! It is so!" wailed Neepoosa. "Because of the madness of thy people have my people become mad," Muskim continued.
In addition, she carried for alpenstock the willow pole of Neepoosa. Her dress was of the mountaineering sort, short-skirted and scant, allowing the greatest play with the least material, and withal gray of color and modest. Her outfit, on the backs of a dozen Indians and in charge of Del Bishop, had got under way hours before.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking