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Updated: June 22, 2025
Meanwhile, we were hilariously engaged in our last dance, and when the bear man finally retired, we gathered about the arbor to congratulate the sick bear man. But, to our surprise, his companion did not re-enter the den. "He is dead! Redhorn, the bear man, is dead!" We all rushed to the spot. My poor friend, Redhorn, lay dead in the den. At this instant there was another commotion in the camp.
I feel that I am not fit. I am not large enough; I am not strong enough; and I don't understand the habits of the animal well enough. I do not think you would be pleased with me as your substitute." Redhorn finally decided that he would engage a larger boy to perform for him.
I defended my ideal on the ground that there are supernatural powers in the herbs themselves; hence those who understand them have these powers at their command. "But," insisted my friend, "one must get his knowledge from the Great Mystery!" This completely silenced my argument, but did not shake my faith in my grandmother's ability. Redhorn was a good boy, and I loved him.
I can scarcely stand up. They say that I can appoint some one else to act for me. He will be the active bear I shall have to remain in the hole. Would you, Ohiyesa, be willing to act the bear for me? You know he has to chase the dancers away from his den." "Redhorn," I replied with much embarrassment, "I should be happy to do anything that I could for you, but I cannot be a bear.
I visited him often, and found him growing weaker day by day. "Ohiyesa," he said to me one day, "my grandmother has discovered the cause of my sickness." I eagerly interrupted him by shouting: "And can she cure you now, Redhorn?" "Of course," he replied, "she cannot until I have fulfilled the commandment.
It may as well be admitted that one reason for my declining the honor offered me by my friend Redhorn was that I was afraid of powder, and I much preferred to be one of the dancers and take my chances of touching the bear man without being touched. It was a beautiful summer's day. The forest behind our camp was sweet with the breath of blossoming flowers.
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