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OLD INDIAN DAYS (part2,3)

2006-09-07 21:03

    III SNANA'S FAWN

    The Little Missouri was in her spring fullness, and the hills among which she found her way to the Great Muddy were profusely adorned with colors, much like those worn by the wild red man upon a holiday! Looking toward the sunrise, one saw mysteri- ous, deep shadows and bright prominences, while on the opposite side there was really an extravagant array of variegated hues. Between the gorgeous buttes and rainbow-tinted ridges there were narrow plains, broken here and there by dry creeks or gulches, and these again were clothed scantily with poplars and sad-colored bull-berry bushes, while the bare spots were pur- ple with the wild Dakota crocuses.

    Upon the lowest of a series of natural ter-races there stood on this May morning a young Sioux girl, whose graceful movements were not unlike those of a doe which chanced to be lurk- ing in a neighboring gulch. On the upper plains, not far away, were her young companions, all busily employed with the wewoptay, as it was called——the sharp-pointed stick with which the Sioux women dig wild turnips. They were gayly gossiping together, or each humming a love-song as she worked, only Snana stood some- what apart from the rest; in fact, concealed by the crest of the ridge.

    She had paused in her digging and stood fac- ing the sun-kissed buttes. Above them in the clear blue sky the father sun was traveling up- ward as in haste, while to her receptive spirit there appealed an awful, unknown force, the silent speech of the Great Mystery, to which it seemed to her the whole world must be listen- ing!

    "O Great Mystery! the father of earthly things is coming to quicken us into life. Have pity on me, I pray thee! May I some day be- come the mother of a great and brave race of warriors!" So the maiden prayed silently. It was now full-born day. The sun shone hot upon the bare ground, and the drops stood upon Snana's forehead as she plied her long pole. There was a cool spring in the dry creek bed near by, well hidden by a clump of choke- cherry bushes, and she turned thither to cool her thirsty throat. In the depths of the ravine her eye caught a familiar footprint——the track of a doe with the young fawn beside it. The hunting instinct arose within.

    "It will be a great feat if I can find and take from her the babe. The little tawny skin shall be beautifully dressed by my mother. The legs and the nose shall be embossed with porcupine quills. It will be my workbag," she said to herself.

    As she stole forward on the fresh trail she scanned every nook, every clump of bushes. There was a sudden rustle from within a grove of wild plum trees, thickly festooned with grape and clematis, and the doe mother bounded away as carelessly as if she were never to return.

    Ah, a mother's ruse! Snana entered the thorny enclosure, which was almost a rude tee- pee, and, tucked away in the furthermost corner, lay something with a trout-like, speckled, tawny coat. She bent over it. The fawn was appar- ently sleeping. Presently its eyes moved a bit, and a shiver passed through its subtle body.

    "Thou shalt not die; thy skin shall not be- come my work-bag!" unconsciously the maiden spoke. The mother sympathy had taken hold on her mind. She picked the fawn up tenderly, bound its legs, and put it on her back to carry like an Indian babe in the folds of her robe.

    "I cannot leave you alone, Tachinchala. Your mother is not here. Our hunters will soon return by this road, and your mother has left behind her two plain tracks leading to this thicket," she murmured.

    The wild creature struggled vigorously for a minute, and then became quiet. Its graceful head protruded from the elkskin robe just over Snana's shoulder. She was slowly climbing the slope with her burden, when suddenly like an apparition the doe-mother stood before her. The fawn called loudly when it was first seized, and the mother was not too far away to hear. Now she called frantically for her child, at the same time stamping with her delicate fore-feet.

    "Yes, sister, you are right; she is yours; but you cannot save her to-day! The hunters will soon be here. Let me keep her for you; I will return her to you safely. And hear me, O sis- ter of the woods, that some day I may become the mother of a noble race of warriors and of fine women, as handsome as you are!"

    At this moment the quick eyes of the Indian girl detected something strange in the doe's actions. She glanced in every direction and be- hold! a grizzly bear was cautiously approach- ing the group from a considerable distance.

    "Run, run, sister! I shall save your child if I can," she cried, and flew for the nearest scrub oak on the edge of the bank. Up the tree she scrambled, with the fawn still securely bound to her back. The grizzly came on with teeth ex- posed, and the doe-mother in her flight came between him and the tree, giving a series of indignant snorts as she ran, and so distracted Mato from his object of attack; but only for a few seconds——then on he came!

    "Desist, O brave Mato! It does not become a great medicine-man to attack a helpless woman with a burden upon her back!"

    Snana spoke as if the huge brute could un- derstand her, and indeed the Indians hold that wild animals understand intuitively when ap- pealed to by human beings in distress. Yet he replied only with a hoarse growl, as rising upon his hind legs he shook the little tree vigorously.

    "Ye, ye, heyupi ye!" Snana called loudly to her companion turnip-diggers. Her cry soon brought all the women into sight upon a near-by ridge, and they immediately gave a general alarm. Mato saw them, but appeared not at all concerned and was still intent upon dislodg- ing the girl, who clung frantically to her perch.

    Presently there appeared upon the little knoll several warriors, mounted and uttering the usual war-whoop, as if they were about to swoop down upon a human enemy. This touched the dignity of Mato, and he immediately prepared to accept the challenge. Every Indian was alive to the possibilities of the occasion, for it is well known that Mato, or grizzly bear, alone among animals is given the rank of a warrior, so that whoever conquers him may wear an eagle feather.

    "Woo! woo!" the warriors shouted, as they maneuvered to draw him into the open plain.

    He answered with hoarse growls, threatening a rider who had ventured too near. But arrows were many and well-aimed, and in a few minutes the great and warlike Mato lay dead at the foot of the tree.

    The men ran forward and counted their coups on him, just as when an enemy is fallen. Then they looked at one another and placed their hands over their mouths as the young girl de- scended the tree with a fawn bound upon her back.

    "So that was the bait!" they cried. "And will you not make a feast with that fawn for us who came to your rescue? "

    "The fawn is young and tender, and we have not eaten meat for two days. It will be a gen- erous thing to do," added her father, who was among them.

    "Ye-e-e!" she cried out in distress. "Do not ask it! I have seen this fawn's mother. I have promised to keep her child safe. See! I have saved its life, even when my own was in danger."

    "Ho, ho, wakan ye lo! (Yes, yes, 'tis holy or mysterious)," they exclaimed approvingly.

    It was no small trouble for Snana to keep her trust. As may well be supposed, all the dogs of the teepee village must be watched and kept at a distance. Neither was it easy to feed the little captive; but in gaining its confidence the girl was an adept. The fawn soon followed her everywhere, and called to her when hungry exactly as she had called to her own mother.

    After several days, when her fright at the encounter with the bear had somewhat worn off, Snana took her pet into the woods and back to the very spot in which she had found it. In the furthest corner of the wild plum grove she laid it down, gently stroked its soft forehead, and smoothed the leaflike ears. The little thing closed its eyes. Once more the Sioux girl bent over and laid her cheek against the fawn's head; then reluctantly she moved away, hoping and yet dreading that the mother would return. She crouched under a clump of bushes near by, and gave the doe call. It was a reckless thing for her to do, for such a call might bring upon her a mountain lion or ever-watchful silver- tip; but Snana did not think of that.

    In a few minutes she heard the light patter of hoofs, and caught a glimpse of a doe running straight toward the fawn's hiding-place. When she stole near enough to see, the doe and the fawn were examining one another carefully, as if fearing some treachery. At last both were apparently satisfied. The doe caressed her nat- ural child, and the little one accepted the milk she offered. In the Sioux maiden's mind there was tur- moil. A close attachment to the little wild creature had already taken root there, contend- ing with the sense of justice that was strong within her. Now womanly sympathy for the mother was in control, and now a desire to possess and protect her helpless pet.

    "I can take care of her against all hunters, both animal and human. They are ever ready to seize the helpless fawn for food. Her life will be often exposed. You cannot save her from disaster. O, Takcha, my sister, let me still keep her for you!" she finally appealed to the poor doe, who was nervously watching the intruder, and apparently thinking how she might best escape with the fawn.

    Just at this moment there came a low call from the wood. It was a doe call; but the wild mother and her new friend both knew that it was not the call of a real doe.

    "It is a Sioux hunter!" whispered the girl. "You must go, my sister! Be off; I will take your child to safety!"

    While she was yet speaking, the doe seemed to realize the danger. She stopped only an instant to lick fondly the tawny coat of the little one, who had just finished her dinner; then she bounded away.

    As Snana emerged from the bushes with her charge, a young hunter met her face to face, and stared at her curiously. He was not of her father's camp, but a stranger.

    "Ugh, you have my game."

    "Tosh!" she replied coquettishly.

    It was so often said among the Indians that the doe was wont to put on human form to mis- lead the hunter, that it looked strange to see a woman with a fawn, and the young man could not forbear to gaze upon Snana.

    "You are not the real mother in maiden's guise? Tell me truly if you are of human blood," he demanded rudely.

    "I am a Sioux maiden! Do you not know my father?" she replied.

    "Ah, but who is your father? What is his name?" he insisted, nervously fingering his arrows.

    "Do not be a coward! Surely you should know a maid of your own race," she replied re- proachfully. "Ah, you know the tricks of the doe! What is thy name?"

    "Hast thou forgotten the etiquette of thy people, and wouldst compel me to pronounce my own name? I refuse; thou art jesting!" she retorted with a smile.

    "Thou dost give the tricky answers of a doe. I cannot wait; I must act before I lose my nat- ural mind. But already I am yours. Whatever purpose you may have in thus charming a poor hunter, be merciful," and, throwing aside his quiver, he sat down.

    The maiden stole a glance at his face, and then another. He was handsome. Softly she reentered the thicket and laid down the little fawn.

    "Promise me never to hunt here again!" she said earnestly, as she came forth without her pretty burden, and he exacted another prom- ise in return. Thus Snana lost her fawn, and found a lover.

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