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Updated: June 7, 2025
Just as there are Shiuana who assist the hunter, there are those who help us, that we may strike the enemy and take away from him what makes him strong, that it may strengthen us. Look at Tyame, the nashtio of Tzitz hanutsh; he is swift and strong, but he knows not how to call to Those Above and around to help him take the scalp of the Moshome.
I say it is the cause of it!" "How so?" cried Tyame. "Through Shotaye, their sister," replied the old man, slowly. It was not silence alone that followed this utterance. A stillness ensued so sudden, so dismal, and so awful that it seemed worse than a grave. Every face grew sinister, every one felt that some dread revelation was coming.
Protect me from them. Let none of the Moshome go across this line," he drew a line in the sand with the arrow-point, "give me protection from them! Mokatsh, Tyame, Shiuana, shield my heart from the enemy." While pronouncing the latter words he drew three more lines, breathed on the fetich, placed it in the satchel again, and rose.
The Chayani of lesser rank alone returned from time to time to perform specially strong incantations in aid of the still travelling soul. Mitsha had gone down to the brook to get water. It occurred only once a day during these days, for the people of Tyame fasted, taking but one frugal meal daily.
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.
"Our nashtio is old, but he is still stronger than you, Tyame. He is also wiser than all of us together. Our father is very strong, runs like a deer, and his eye is that of an eagle." There was something like irony in this speech, but Topanashka took no notice of it. He was looking for the tapop, a difficult task in the darkness, where a number of men are grouped in all kinds of postures.
This flattered the popular delegate, and he accordingly spoke so strongly in favour of the claim presented by Shyuamo that at the close of his speech several voices at once grunted assent. Both parties were growing decidedly bitter. Tyame noticed the intended slight; so when Hoshkanyi called him up he opened his talk with the remark, "One can see that you are Shyuamo."
Finally he inquired, "Where is Hoshkanyi?" "Not here," came a reply from several voices. "And the yaya?" "Tza yaya," was the negative answer. "Then we are not too late," said the war-chief, turning to Tyame. He sat down among the rest, and the talk went on as before his arrival. At last the governor came. He offered a short greeting and received a careless reply.
Of Mokatsh hanutsh only one girl has remained alive. Of Tyame a few women, but your wife, satyumishe, is dead; your child Mitsha the Moshome have carried away, or else she hides in the timber and starves. The great house is empty, and fire comes out from its roof. Your people can have the field of Tzitz hanutsh," he added with trembling voice; "we need it no longer.
"Who is the makatza, and to which hanutsh does she belong?" "She belongs to your people." "To Tyame? Who is her mother, and what is the name of the girl?" "She is called Mitsha Koitza; Tyope Tihua is her father, and her mother you know too. Is all that good also?" The maseua pressed his lips together firmly, energetically, lowered his eyelids, and gazed before him in silence.
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