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Uncheedah was partly responsible for this, for when any questions came up which lay within the sphere of man's observation, she would say: "Ohiyesa ought to know that: he is a man-I am not! You had better ask him." The truth was that she had herself explained to me many of the subjects under discussion.
"Tell me, uncle, whether you could wear these claws all the time?" I asked. "Yes, I am entitled to wear them, but they are so heavy and uncomfortable," he replied, with a superior air. At last the bear had been skinned and dressed and we all resumed our usual places. Uncheedah was particularly pleased to have some more fat for her cooking. "Now, grandmother, tell me the story of the bear's fat.
My skates were nothing more than strips of basswood bark bound upon my feet. I had taken off my frozen moccasins and put on dry ones in their places. "Where have you been and what have you been doing?" Uncheedah asked as she placed before me some roast venison in a wooden bowl. "Did you see any tracks of moose or bear?" "No, grandmother, I have only been playing at the lower end of the lake.
Uncheedah decided this time in favor of Ohiyesa. We were once very short of provisions in the winter time. My uncle, our only means of support, was sick; and besides, we were separated from the rest of the tribe and in a region where there was little game of any kind. Oesedah had a pet squirrel, and as soon as we began to economize our food had given portions of her allowance to her pet.
"Yes, but if there are only two feathers, they will fly faster," he answered. "Woow!" Wabeda uttered his suspicions. "Woow!" he said again, and rushed for the entrance of the teepee. He kicked me over as he went and scattered the burning embers. "En na he na!" Uncheedah exclaimed, but he was already outside. "Wow, wow, wow! Wow, Wow, wow!" A deep guttural voice answered him.
It had been whispered through the teepee village that Uncheedah intended to give a feast in honor of her grandchild's first sacrificial offering. This was mere speculation, however, for the clearsighted old woman had determined to keep this part of the matter secret until the offering should be completed, believing that the "Great Mystery" should be met in silence and dignity.
He strained his eyes to look, for the sun had already set behind the hilltops. It was a great herd of buffaloes, he thought, which was grazing on the foot-hills. "Hi hi, uncheedah! Hi, hi, tunkasheedah!" he was about to exclaim in gratitude, when, looking more closely, he discovered his mistake. The dark patch was only timber.
This request Uncheedah could not refuse, and she left the pair alone for a few minutes, while she went to ask Wacoota to execute Ohitika. Every Indian boy knows that, when a warrior is about to meet death, he must sing a death dirge.
Hakadah thought of his Ohitika as a person who would meet his death without a struggle, so he began to sing a dirge for him, at the same time hugging him tight to himself. "Be brave, my Ohitika! I shall remember you the first time I am upon the war-path in the Ojibway country." At last he heard Uncheedah talking with a man outside the teepee, so he quickly took up his paints.
Let me tie together two of the prettiest tails of the squirrels that he and I killed this morning, to show to the Great Mystery what a hunter he has been. Let me paint him myself." This request Uncheedah could not refuse and she left the pair alone for a few minutes, while she went to ask Wacoota to execute Ohitika.
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