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Updated: June 17, 2025
The chief turned to the fire uncertainly. His fierce eyes were half veiled. "This Rosebud, she was for me," he went on. "She is fair as the summer sky. Her eyes are like the stars, and her laugh is like the ripple of the waters when the sun and the wind make play with them. She is so fair that no squaw can compare with her. Even Wanaha is as night to day." "You cannot have her.
"And he will have the young squaw soon." Wanaha abruptly turned away and hurried round to the entrance of the Mission. The sound of people moving within the building told her that the Sunday-school was over. Her silent going suggested that she had no wish to be seen talking in private to Seth. Seth remained where he was.
Wanaha was inside; she was awake, for he heard her moving about. He knew at once that Nevil was out. With a satisfied sigh he moved away. This time he walked eastward toward the bridge, keeping close in the shadow of the woods.
Never since her first coming to the farm had Rosebud been forced to keep her goings and comings secret. But Wanaha had made it imperative now. It went sorely against the girl's inclination, for she hated deception of any kind; and she knew that what she meditated was a deception against those she loved.
He killed my father; but he is good, I think." "Yes." For the moment Rosebud had become grave. "I wonder what would have " She broke off and looked searchingly into her friend's face. "Wana," she went on abruptly, "why did you send for me to-day? I can't stay. I really can't, I must go back and help Seth, or he'll be so angry." Rosebud quite ignored her own contradictions, but Wanaha didn't.
How many rows do you think I could do before tea?" "That mostly depends on how many p'tater plants git in your way, I guess." The girl's face suddenly wreathed itself in smiles. "There, you're laughing at me, and well, I was going to help you, but now I shan't. I've been down to see my Wanaha. Seth, you ought to have married her. She's the sweetest creature except Ma I know.
It is all." Seth nodded. "All right. I understand. You're a good squaw, Wanaha." He passed on, for Wanaha waited for no questions. She had done what she thought best. Had not Nevil seen the gravity of the matter? But of her own accord she had gone further than her instructions. She had warned Seth, whom Nevil had said must not be told.
To judge from his manner it would have been hard to assert which was the happier, the children or their teacher. Though Seth found them a tax on his imaginative powers, and though he was a man unused to many words, he loved these Sunday afternoons with his young charges. His thoughtful contemplation was broken by Wanaha.
He was no longer the headstrong boy that had conceived an overwhelming passion for a white girl, but a warrior of his race, a warrior and a leader. "My brother would go from his friends? So?" he said in feigned surprise. "And my sister, Wanaha?" "Wanaha obeys her lord. Whither he goes she goes. It is good."
Wanaha went out to meet her friend. This greeting had been made a hundred times, on the occasion of every visit Rosebud made to the woman's humble home. It was a little joke between them, for there was a large iron hook high up on the wall, just out of the girl's reach, set there for the purpose of tying up a horse. The squaw took the girl's reins from her hands, and hitched them to the hook.
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