Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: April 30, 2025
"The young ones can take care of themselves," replied the chief somewhat sternly. "We know not what Manitou thinks. It is our business to live as long as we can. If you cannot ride, mother, I will carry you. Often you have carried me when I could not ride." It is difficult to guess why Whitewing dropped his poetical language, and spoke in this matter-of-fact and sharp manner.
Sufficient to say here that the overwhelming numbers of the Blackfoot Indians were too much for their enemies. They soon began to overpower and drive them back towards the wigwams, where the poor women and children were huddled together in terror. Before this point had arrived, however, Whitewing and Little Tim were galloping to the rescue.
Tim likewise, being short of stature, though very much the reverse of weak or diminutive, had accepted the name of "Little Tim" with a good grace, and made mention of no other; his son naturally becoming "Big Tim" when he outgrew his father. A search expedition having been quickly organised, it left the little fortress at once, and defiled into the thick woods, led by Whitewing and Big Tim.
Whativer ye do comes right somehow; but yer a great puzzle about the greatest puzzle that's comed across my tracks since I was a squallin' little babby-boy!" On reaching the neighbourhood of the Blackfoot camp, Whitewing, and his companions crept to the top of the eminence which overlooked it, taking care, however, to keep as far away as possible from the sentinel who still watched there.
"Mother," said Moonlight, with the spirit of her little father stirring in her breast, "I don't fear Rushing River more than I do the sighing of the wind among the pine-tops. Is not my father here, and Whitewing? And does not Bounding Bull guard our wigwams?" Brighteyes said no more.
"Those who told me about him could only say that a white man dressed like the crows was travelling a short distance in advance of Whitewing, but whether he was one of his party or not, they could not tell. Indeed it is said that Whitewing has no party with him, that he travels alone.
The girl with downcast look modestly requested leave to accompany them. Her brother sternly refused. "It is not woman's part to fight," he said. "True, but woman sometimes helps the fighter," replied the girl, not venturing to raise her eyes. "Go," returned Whitewing. "Time may not be foolishly wasted. The old ones and the children need thy care."
The doubts and difficulties of Whitewing were finally cleared away. He not only accepted fully the Gospel for himself, but became anxious to commend it to others as the only real and perfect guide in life and comfort in death.
"My father sees that we have been successful," he said to Bald Eagle, who had been unable to resist the desire to ride out to the rendezvous with the fighting men. "The great Manitou has given us the victory thus far, as the white preacher said he would." "My son is right. Whitewing will be a great warrior when Bald Eagle is in the grave. Go and conquer; I will return to camp with the women."
"Manitou knows what is best," said the Indian solemnly. "He directs all. But His ways are very dark. Whitewing cannot understand them." "Still, we must act, you know," suggested the trapper. "Yes, we must act; and I ask counsel of my brother, because it may be that Manitou shall cause wisdom and light to flow from the lips of the white man."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking