"Why, you cut a design in the wood," explained Migwan, "and then use it to stamp things with, either scarfs or table covers or book-plates. This is for a book-plate."
"What"s a book-plate?" asked Gladys.
"It"s a thin sheet of paper stamped with a design bearing your name. You paste it in the front of your books. See my design?
The tall pine trees on either side mean friendship; the rocks underneath signify that my friendships have a firm foundation.
The letters underneath read, "Migwan, Her Book." You have to carve the letters backward so they will print forward. The feather design around the letters is made from my symbol, which is the Quill Pen."
Gladys sat watching Migwan"s busy knife cutting out the design.
"Why don"t you bring your Craft work and keep me company?" asked Migwan presently. "I hate Craft work," said Gladys fretfully, "but I suppose I might as well work on my ceremonial gown." She brought the gown and sat down beside Migwan. "Do you think these beads would be pretty hanging down this way?" she asked, pinning several strings of gay-colored beads to the leather collar.
"You aren"t going to put those beads on your dress, are you?"
asked Migwan in surprise.
"Why not?" said Gladys, "you"ve got beads hanging all over yours."
"But they"re all honor beads," explained Migwan, "and stand for something."
"But I have no honor beads," said Gladys.
"Then you must win some. We all went with our dresses undecorated until we had won honors."
"I don"t care," said Gladys, "I"m going to decorate mine. I won"t be the only plain one. Miss Kent," she called, as their guardian pa.s.sed by with an armful of firewood, "I may put these beads on my ceremonial costume, mayn"t I?"
Nyoda dumped her burden on the ground and came over to the girls.
"Of course you may if you want to," she said genially. "It"s your dress. But do you want to? What does the ceremonial dress mean to you? Is it only a sort of masquerade costume to be decorated up just anyhow to make it look fantastic, or is it a record of achievements, written in a language that only Camp Fire Girls understand? Just think what it means to sit in a circle of girls and be able to tell by their costumes what kind of things they have done! We"ll pretend that a Guardian from another group has come to look on at our ceremonial. The first one she happens to see is myself. She looks at my costume, sees the Guardian"s symbol on the back and the border of small symbols around the bottom. She counts them; there are seven. She says to herself, "She is the Guardian and there are seven girls in her group."
She then sees Migwan"s costume with the four Wakan honors for Written Thought. She knows that Migwan has literary ability and that her symbol is the Quill Pen, because there is a quill sewn to the front of her dress and feathers are never used for decoration except in case of a personal symbol. She knows that Migwan had to work hard for her Wakan honors because above the first one there are two Shuta b.u.t.tons and a Keda, showing that her first efforts won only third and second cla.s.s honors, but she persevered until she reached the first cla.s.s. She knows Sahwah can swim well because she has a fish on the side seam of her gown, which is the place for local or national honors. She knows Chapa must be very dexterous in Handcraft, for she has a great many green beads on her thong. And then she sees you--with a number of gaudy and meaningless beads sewn around your collar!
Just what would be her estimate of you? Whereas, if you had no decoration whatever on your gown she would know at once that you had lately joined the group and had not yet won honors."
The beads gradually slipped from Gladys"s hands. "I guess I won"t put them on, anyhow," she said, not without some regret.
"However," said Nyoda, "there is no need of your costume being utterly bare of ornamentation. I can suggest several things which you have a perfect right to wear on your dress."
"What are they?" asked Gladys, looking interested.
"The first thing to do," said Nyoda, "is to get your symbol put in a conspicuous place. You have designed your collar with the long bands dropping from the shoulders. Now, I would apply your b.u.t.terfly symbol to each band about six inches from the bottom, and then cut the leather below the symbol into fringe. I would paint the b.u.t.terflies red, yellow and blue, which are the colors that represent Work, Health and Love. You could also produce the colors by sewing beads over the design. So much for your symbol.
Now in the middle of the hem in the front of your dress you may put the Winnebago symbol--the sign of your tribe. You will find it on the banner before the tents and over the fireplace in the shack, as well as on all the girls" costumes. It is the Indian sign Aki-yu-hapi and means "Carrying Together." It is the secret of the wonderful team work of the Winnebagos. Develop this in wood brown and green. When you put the fringe on the bottom, instead of using a straight piece, leave the top edge in uneven peaks to represent mountains and outline them with blue beads for the sky above them. This will indicate that you love nature.
There you have the costume with the thongs and fringes all ready to receive the honor beads, and there are some honors you should be able to win very soon. You will receive a Handcraft honor for making the costume, and a Campcraft bead for making the headband.
You have walked forty miles in ten days--twenty-seven on the hike and the rest going to and from the village. You have done enough camp cooking to win a bead. You will receive these beads next Monday night. If you are sharp you can have enough to get your Woodgatherer"s ring. Ask Nakwisi to tell you star lore; also get her to take you into the woods and help you identify trees. You can get enough beads very soon to take away your reproach of being undecorated."
While Nyoda was instructing Gladys in the mysteries of symbolic decoration, Sahwah and Hinpoha, finishing their tennis game, strolled into the woods beyond the court, looking for berries.
"Let"s make a leaf cup and fill it for Migwan," said thoughtful Hinpoha.
"Poor Migwan," said Sahwah, "she certainly is having a time with that knee. I don"t see how she can be so patient. I"d die if I had to sit in one place all day. She"s a dead game sport, though, and never complains. She does bushels of Craft work, and studies. I"m proud to be in the same group with her."
"All our girls are good sports," said Hinpoha.
"All but one."
"Which one?"
"You know."
"You mean Gladys?"
"Yes."
"She isn"t a good sport, now," said Hinpoha, "but she may develop into one before the summer is over. Let"s hope so." Then she added, "She surely has it in for you for some reason."
"I know it," said Sahwah, "and that"s what gives me a pain. I never touched her bed the night it fell down, but I might as well have."
"But you did paint her face that night at Balsam Lake," said Hinpoha, with a giggle at the remembrance.
"Yes, but I thought it was Migwan, and anyhow I apologized."
"Well," said Hinpoha with a burst of altruism, "it"s this way.
Gladys is as shallow as a pie-tin and a big cry baby and all that, but if she hadn"t been like that her father wouldn"t have wanted her to be a Camp Fire Girl and we never would have come to this camp. It"s an ill wind, you know. Anyway, she"s a Winnebago now, and we have to make something out of her."
"You"re so good-natured, "Poha," said Sahwah. "I wish I could like everybody the way you do."
Hinpoha opened her mouth to reply, but instead uttered a prolonged "Ow-oo-oo-oo!" They were sitting on a log when the above conversation took place, and Hinpoha had poked her hand into the hollow end. Now she drew it out hastily and began to dance around, shaking her hand violently.
"Oh, what is it?" cried Sahwah.
"Bees!" shrieked Hinpoha. "Run for your life!"
An angry buzz sounded from the log and the bees began crawling out at the end. Hinpoha fled through the woods with Sahwah close at her heels. By the time they reached camp Hinpoha"s hand was swelled all out of shape. It was all she could do to repress a cry of pain. Nyoda rose quickly when she took in the situation.
"Get some moist clay at once," she commanded. "There is some in the woods behind the shack."
Sahwah sped after the clay and returned with a large lump. "Now you make mud pies until the inflammation is drawn out of your hand," said Nyoda.
Hinpoha dutifully sat down beside Migwan and played in the clay.
After she had rolled it around in her hand awhile it became a beautiful consistency for modeling, so she began making statuettes of the different girls. She had a great deal of aptness in modeling and managed to make her figures resemble somewhat the girls they were supposed to represent. She became so absorbed in her new occupation that she forgot the burning pain in her hand, and gradually the swelling went down.
Sahwah came along to see how she was feeling and exclaimed in delight at the statuettes. Hinpoha held up her hand warningly, for Migwan was asleep. Sahwah promptly fell to making hand signs of admiration. Hinpoha laughed at her antics, and falling into her mood, arrayed her figures in a semicircle on the ground, and sitting cross-legged behind them, made a gesture to intimate that they were for sale. Sahwah sat down and signalled that she had come to buy. She indicated several that she would like to have and Hinpoha held up fingers for the price. Nyoda came along and watched them with keen amus.e.m.e.nt; Gladys looked on uncomprehendingly.
Sahwah purchased the Winnebagos in effigy, paying for them with pebbles, and making hand signs to the effect that she considered them a bargain at the price. Finally there was only one left.
This was Gladys. Sahwah refused to purchase. Hinpoha lowered her price step by step, but Sahwah waved her away. The other girls, crowding around to see the fun, caught on and giggled.
"What"s the joke?" asked Gladys. n.o.body answered. Finding the eyes of several girls fixed on her, Gladys flushed. "It"s something about me," she cried pa.s.sionately. "I know it"s something about me. You know I can"t understand your old signs and motions and you can talk about me all you want. I hate you!"
she cried, bursting into tears. "I"m going home to-morrow!"
Sahwah sprang to her feet, the realization of what she had done knocking her speechless. One look at Nyoda"s pained and surprised face upset her completely and she rushed off to the woods by herself. With rare tact Nyoda smoothed over the difficult situation confronting her. It was no use to pa.s.s the thing over as a misunderstanding on Gladys"s part, for Sahwah"s flight condemned her. Putting her arm around Gladys, she led her down to the dock and into the launch. She set the engine going at full speed, sending the small craft through the water like a torpedo, the spray dashing over the bow and drenching them both.
The excitement of this mad flight through the water made Gladys forget her hurt feelings. She watched Nyoda, fascinated. Nyoda was of a decided athletic build, tall and broad-shouldered, with black hair and dark eyes, and high color. She was the picture of health and joyousness as she stood at the wheel of the launch, her hair streaming out in the wind, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Gladys had a real admiration for Nyoda, which was developing into a "crush," and liked to be alone with her. Nyoda could not help seeing this, and with her deep insight into girl nature knew that the solution of the problem which had worried her so at first was in her hands.
By and by she slackened the speed of the boat, and calling Gladys up into the bow with her, she showed her how to steer, and gave the wheel into her hands. She made no mention of the occurrence of the afternoon, not being clear in her mind just how to begin.
Gladys finally relieved her of the task by asking: "What was it Sahwah was saying about me this afternoon when she was talking with her hands?"
Nyoda eyed her calmly. "She wasn"t saying anything about you at all. She and Hinpoha were playing a game, a very clever and original game, by the way, having an auction sale in sign language. Sahwah bought all the figures but one, and then, wishing a diversion, refused the last one. It just happened to be the one representing you."