The chant swelled out in volume to a dramatic climax as a puff of smoke burst forth beneath the point of the whirling drill. Nyoda adroitly caught the spark in a bed of tinder and raised it to her lips, blowing gently to fan it into flame, while the chant was resumed:
"Dusky forest now darker grown, Broods in silence o"er its own, Till the wee spark to a flame has blown, And living fire leaps up to greet The song of Wohelo."
The "wee spark" turned into a tiny point of flame and the tinder burst out into a merry blaze. Nyoda dropped it into the pile of f.a.gots and the ceremonial fire was kindled, while the Winnebagos sprang to their feet, ready to sing, "Burn, fire, burn."
When that had been sung the Winnebagos still remained on their feet.
There was a moment of silence and then they sang a hearty cheer:
"Oh, we cheer, oh, we cheer for Wohelo, For our comrades and friends so true, And our loyalty ever shall linger, Oh, Nakwisi, we sing to you!
Oh, Chapa, we sing to you!
Oh, Medmangi, we sing to you!"
"Oh, Katherine, here"s to you, Our hearts will e"er be true, We will never find your equal Though we search the whole world through!"
They were singing to the absent Winnebagos who would always be present in spirit wherever the Winnebagos were gathered together.
Agony and Oh-Pshaw were touched and felt a lump rising in their throats; it was so beautiful, this bond of affection between the Winnebagos. They were completely carried away by the dramatic atmosphere of a Winnebago Council Fire. They had never taken part in such an elaborate one. Both of them, by spasmodic efforts, had attained the rank of Fire Maker in the group to which they had formerly belonged, whose Guardian had meant well enough, but had neither the time nor the talent to become a successful Camp Fire leader. The group had never accomplished much, and had finally drifted apart, as many groups do, for lack of a powerful welding influence.
Agony and Oh-Pshaw, having been instrumental in starting the group, had "run" it to their hearts" content; that is, Agony ran it, for her dominating personality completely overshadowed her sister along with the rest of the members. Agony "ran" the Guardian, too, who admired her immensely, thought everything she did a symptom of genius, stood not a little in awe of her family connections, and let her have full sway in everything. Agony was fond of the Guardian, too, but naturally was not profoundly influenced by a.s.sociation with her.
But there was an altogether different atmosphere in the Winnebago group, as Agony soon discovered. No one girl had any more to say than the others, all worked together in perfect harmony, and all worshipped the same sun, Nyoda. She was a great lode star that drew them together, and kept them circling contentedly in their little orbits; she was their oracle, their all-wise counsellor, their loving elder sister. Around her the Winnebagos cl.u.s.tered, as the populace did about Peter, anxious to have his shadow fall upon them. The Twins had also fallen under her spell and after their first meeting had become her adoring slaves. "Run"
Nyoda? The thought never entered Agony"s mind.
In her own group Agony had achieved her honors easily, for the Guardian had not been too insistent about having things done well, and some of her honors were really only half earned. So she had become a Fire Maker without any strenuous efforts. Now her great ambition was to be a Torch Bearer. All the year at school she had looked with envy on the little round silver pins that Hinpoha and Migwan and Gladys wore and noticed how people who understood the meaning of that little pin always exclaimed admiringly, "Oh, you"re a Torch Bearer!" Agony could not bear to have anyone get ahead of her, she must be a Torch Bearer, too. She could hurry up and get enough honor beads by the next Council meeting to be eligible.
After the ceremony of the installation was over and she and Oh-Pshaw were really Winnebagos, she spoke of the desire which lay near to her heart. It was in the little intimate talk time which always took place during the Ceremonial Meeting, when the flames began to burn down to embers, just before it was time to sing, "Now Our Camp Fire Fadeth."
"Nyoda," she said confidently, "I"m ready to become a Torch Bearer at the next meeting."
Nyoda looked at her with serious, thoughtful eyes. In the Winnebago group, it had not been customary for the girls to announce that they were worthy to be called Torch Bearer. Nyoda had herself conferred that honor upon them when she considered them worthy. No one had ever voiced her belief that she was ready, although Nyoda knew how each one had coveted the t.i.tle. She was able to read Agony clearly, and knew that the keynote of her life was ambition. She was pretty certain that Agony wanted to be a Torch Bearer because it was the highest rank to which a Camp Fire Girl could aspire, and she wanted to be on the top. As yet she had seen no evidence of a humble desire to lose herself so deeply in the joy of service for others that self was forgotten. Agony was a born leader, there was no doubt about that, but Nyoda knew that she was not yet ruler over her own spirit. To the Winnebagos it seemed that Agony was already a Torch Bearer beyond compare, but Nyoda"s inner voice of wisdom whispered, "Not yet." Agony must win that t.i.tle in humility and self-forgetfulness before she could glory in it.
So she replied quietly, "When you have earned the right to be called Torch Bearer you shall be made one, but remember, Agony, that one does not become a Torch Bearer merely by earning a certain number of honor beads and standing up and repeating the Torch Bearer"s Desire. A girl must have shown a steady power of leadership for a long time, and must satisfy all the questions in the Guardian"s mind about her fitness for the rank. Also remember, Agony, that true leadership does not necessarily mean taking the world by storm and being tremendously popular with people. It may sometimes mean retiring to the background and playing a very insignificant part, instead of being always in the limelight. A good leader is first of all a good team worker, one who is willing to suppress her own personal inclinations for the good of the cause."
Agony, who was not given to examining her own faults very closely, failed to see wherein she fell short in any of these requirements, and was filled with elation as she thought that just as soon as Nyoda began taking special notice of her she would see that she was a candidate _par excellence_ for the t.i.tle of Torch Bearer.
"You shouldn"t have asked to be made a Torch Bearer!" Sahwah whispered in her ear while Nyoda was stirring up the fire. "That isn"t the way to do it; it"s like handing yourself a bouquet!"
"Well, I didn"t know it," Agony whispered back, not a whit abashed. "In our other group we had to ask for everything we got or we never would have gotten it."
Nyoda then turned to Oh-Pshaw, who had sat silent and thoughtful during the whole Council Meeting.
"Are you ready to be a Torch Bearer, too?" she asked.
"Oh, no," replied Oh-Pshaw modestly. "I"m not worthy to be called a Torch Bearer. I"m not a born leader, like Agony is." There was a world of unexpressed longing in her voice.
Nyoda thought seriously about the matter. Oh-Pshaw was certainly humble and una.s.suming enough, always kind and sweet and obliging, always willing to take any part in anything that was a.s.signed her, but did she have the grit and backbone, the force of character which Nyoda considered necessary qualifications for a Torch Bearer? As yet she did not know.
The subject was dropped. The circle sat in a silence for a moment. Each one of the Torch Bearers in that circle was humbly wondering what Nyoda had ever seen in her to cause her to single her out for the honor. And each one became very sober as she thought about it and wondered if she had come up to Nyoda"s expectations.
The fire was burning low and the embers sent only a feeble glow around the Council Rock. Behind them the forest stretched darkly away, and in the stillness that brooded over them the sound of the lapping water beneath came up with a curious distinctness. Oh-Pshaw shuddered as she heard it and drew closer to the fire.
"What"s the matter, are you cold?" asked Nyoda.
"I hate the sound of running water!" exclaimed Oh-Pshaw. "It fairly makes my blood curdle. It"s been so ever since I can remember. I hate it in daylight, but at night it makes my hair stand on end! If I were out here alone with it I"d simply go insane!"
"Why, how queer!" said Sahwah, unable to understand how anyone could be afraid of her beloved element, and the others laughed, too, thinking that Oh-Pshaw was only exaggerating, as most girls do over their little peculiarities.
"It _is_ queer," said Agony, "because water doesn"t affect me a bit like that. I love to hear it, day or night. But it"s been that way with Oh-Pshaw ever since she was little. I can remember once when we were about five years old she had spasms because our nurse left us alone in the bathtub when the water was running in. She can"t even stand it to hear the water running down the eave spouts during a heavy shower."
The Winnebagos all laughed again at this queer "bete noir" of Oh-Pshaw"s, all but Nyoda. She knew something which the girls did not, and which neither Agony nor Oh-Pshaw herself knew, something which had been told her by Grandmother Wing in one of her talks with Nyoda. That was that when Oh-Pshaw was a baby only three months old she had been taken out in a sailboat by her father and mother on the river which ran through Oakwood. A squall came up and the boat capsized and all three were thrown into the wildly rolling river. They were promptly rescued by a nearby launch, all unhurt, but the moaning, gurgling sound of the water had stamped itself indelibly on Oh-Pshaw"s tiny brain and she would never again be able to hear that gurgling noise without a sensation of horror. During her infancy, even the sound of water gurgling out of a bottle was sufficient to throw her into spasms. She had never been told about the accident, in the hope that she would outgrow the shock and get over the fear, but she had never outgrown it.
She no longer had spasms when she heard water gurgling, but the sound chilled her to the very marrow of her bones, and she never went alone, even in daylight, past the river.
Nyoda knew how real this fear was and sympathized deeply with her, although she pretended to make light of it, as the others did. Nyoda and the Winnebagos loved to sit in the silence of the woods when the fire burned low and listen to the murmuring of the water, but for Oh-Pshaw"s sake they must not do it to-night.
"Come, girls," Nyoda called cheerily, ""Fire"s gwine out," time to sing "Mammy Moon" and then go home."
She poked the last embers of the fire into a little blaze, and the light and the lively measures of the song took Oh-Pshaw"s mind off the gurgling water.
"Cross my heart, Mammy Moon, Termorrer I"ll be an angel c.o.o.n, I"ll be a chile dat"ll make you smile, Good--o-l-e Mam-my M-o-o-n!"
The circle all lay down with their heads on each other"s shoulders in the drowsy att.i.tude with which the song closes, and then Gladys"s clear voice rose in the melody of the Camp Fire Girls" own lullaby, sung to the music of an Ojibway love song:
"In the still night, far, far below, The drowsy wavelets come and go, They weave a dream spell round Wohelo.
"Mid the pine trees, the long night through, The wandering breezes croon to you, They breathe a sleep charm of mist and dew.
"Heaven broods o"er you with stars aglow, The hearts of Night is beating low, Wokanda watches o"er Wohelo.
Wokanda watches o"er Wohelo!"
Then the last ember burned out into darkness and with the aid of their little bug lights they stole home through the shadowy woods; Sahwah carrying Many Eyes in her arms and confident she was a winner; Agony filled with a great elation because her ambition to become a Torch Bearer would soon be realized; Oh-Pshaw sadly wishing she were a born leader like her sister; and Nyoda, walking with them, guessed what was in the mind of each and her heart went out to them in tender love as the heart of a shepherd goes out to his sheep.
CHAPTER XI
THE FURTHER CAREER OF MANY EYES
"What a grand day, and the wind just right," exulted Sahwah on Sat.u.r.day noon as the Winnebagos were hastening home from military drill. "It was just made for flying kites."
"Are Slim and the Captain coming?" asked Hinpoha.
"They said they were," replied Sahwah.
"Father"s coming, too," said Agony. "He came home this morning. He said he would get Mr. Prince to come along with him."
"Oh, dear, I do hope we win, with _him_ there!" said Hinpoha. "But I don"t see how Many Eyes can help winning, with the four leaf clover and all the good luck signs tied to her tail," she finished confidently.