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The Indian, a handsome young buck, his hair bound with a knotted handkerchief, glanced at Enoch and answered Diana in Navajo. Diana nodded, then said: "Judge, this is Wee-tah, a friend of mine." Enoch and the Indian shook hands gravely, and Diana said, "Can't you take supper with us, Wee-tah?" "You stay, Wee-tah," Na-che put in abruptly. "Jonas and I want you to help us with a charm."
Wee-tah left them after breakfast, cantering away briskly on his pony, his long hair blowing, Na-che and Jonas shouting laughingly after him. It was a brisk, clear morning, with ribbons of mist blowing across the distant ranges.
The stunted cat's claw and mesquite which grew here plentifully made possible a glorious fire that was most welcome, for the evening was cold. Enoch undertook to keep the big blaze going while Wee-tah prepared a small fire at a little distance for cooking purposes.
Na-che gave a long, shrill call, which the Indian returned, then pulled up his horse to wait for them. When Enoch and Diana reached the rim, the others already had overtaken him. "It's Wee-tah!" exclaimed Diana, then as she shook hands, she added: "Where are you going so fast, Wee-tah?"
"Na-che says you know a heap about charms, Mr. Wee-tah!" exclaimed Jonas. Wee-tah grinned affably. "I stay," he said. "Only the whites have to hurry. Good water hole right there." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, then turned his pony and led the way a few hundred yards to a low outcropping of stones, the hollowed top of which held a few precious gallons of rain water.
The great danger in work like mine is that it is apt to grow academic. In the pursuit of dry ethnological facts one forgets the artistry needed to preserve it and present it to the world." "Whew!" sighed Enoch. "I'm afraid you're a fearful highbrow, Diana! Hello, Jonas, what can I do for you?" "We all are going down the desert a piece with Wee-tah. They's a charm down there he knows about.
And her tribe come lickety-cut after her, and overtook 'em at that spot yonder, and her father give her the choice of coming back or both of 'em dying right there. They chose to die, and there they are. Wee-tah and Na-che and all the Injuns believe " Na-che pulled at his sleeve. "Oh, I forgot! We ain't going to tell you what they believe, because whites don't never have the right kind of faith.
After supper the two Indians and Jonas gathered round this while Enoch and Diana remained at what Jonas designated as the front room stove. "What solitary trip was Wee-tah undertaking?" asked Enoch. "Or mustn't I inquire?" "On one of the buttes in the canyon country," replied Diana, "Wee-tah's grandfather, a great chief, was killed, years ago.
Wee-tah is going up to that butte to pray for his little son who has never been born." "Ah!" said Enoch, and fell silent. Diana, in her favorite attitude, hands clasping her knees, watched the fire. At last Enoch roused himself. "Shall you come to Washington this winter, Diana?" "I ought to, but I may not.
How do you suppose a photograph can tell so much!" "It's Miss Diana, it ain't the camera!" exclaimed Jonas, with a chuckle. "Na-che says she ain't never seen her when she couldn't smile. That buck looks like that fellow Wee-tah. Boss, do you remember the night he took me out to see that desert charm?" "Tell me about it, Jonas. It will rest me more than sleep."
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