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Even the dogs scarcely barked at his approach; everything seemed conscious of the awful carnage of the day. He stopped at a tent and inquired after his beautiful wife and two little sons, whom he had already trained to uphold their father's reputation, but was directed to his mother's teepee. "Ah, my son, my son, what have you done?" cried his old mother when she saw him.
Wabeda, the dog, lay near the fire in a half doze, watching out of the corners of his eyes the tame raccoon, which snuggled back against the walls of the teepee, his shrewd brain, doubtless, concocting some mischief for the hours of darkness. I had already recited a legend of our people. All agreed that I had done well.
"Just give him a call, will you?" Cameron stepped to the door of the teepee. "Come along, Chief, we must be going," he said, putting his head inside the teepee door. "Hello!" he cried, "Where the deuce where is he gone?" He sprang quickly out of the teepee. "Has he passed out?" "Passed out?" said the Inspector. "No. Is he not inside?" "He's not here." Both men rushed into the teepee.
It was a harmless error, and as no efforts on our part could have diminished his self importance, we listened with apparent, indeed with real admiration of his eloquent speech. The women brought ducks on board, and in exchange we gave them bread; and it was evening as we watched the last teepee of Shah-co-pee's village fade away in the distance.
"Ye ought to lift one side of the canvas and get some air." "Why, did the real Injuns do that?" "I should say they did. There ain't any way they didn't turn and twist the teepee for comfort. That's what makes it so good. Ye kin live in it forty below zero an' fifty 'bove suffocation an' still be happy. It's the changeablest kind of a layout for livin' in.
The ashes of a fire smoldered between two hearth-logs; white chips and broken branches were scattered about. Near his feet were six small round holes, spaced in a regular pattern, and a cotton flour-bag and some empty cans lay beneath a bush. "A white man's camp; they had a tent," he said. "Sure," agreed the Metis. "Teepee poles they not mak' hole lak' dat."
She was half asleep when a voice some distance from the teepee roused her by speaking the name of Bangs. "I've a pretty elastic conscience myself," the voice went on. "I'm not above lifting a few calves for the brand I'm riding for or any little thing like that, but this deal sort of gorges up in me. They'll never cinch it on to any man they never do. Old Rile is brooding over it.
He rightly attributed the discourtesy to Guy. Turning savagely toward him he said, meaningly: "Now, no more of your sass, you dirty little sneak." "I ain't talkin' to you," Guy snickered, and followed Sam into the teepee. There were low voices within for a time. Yan went over toward the dam and began to plug mud into some possible holes.
"The Police do not want a Chief," he cried in a still louder voice, "who cannot control his young men and keep them from breaking the law." He paused abruptly. From behind a teepee some distance away there appeared the figure of the "Big Chief" whom he so greatly desired to see.
After three days' travelling, we came to a good hunting-ground, and made camp. One evening somebody saw the young man. He had been following his sweetheart and sleeping out-of-doors all that time, although the nights were already frosty and cold. He met her every day in secret and she brought him food, but he would not come near the teepee.
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