It"s the changeablest kind of a layout for livin" in. Real hot weather the thing looks like a spider with skirts on and held high, an" I tell you ye got to know the weather for a teepee. Many a hot night on the plains I"ve been woke up by hearing "Tap-tap-tap" all around me in the still black night and wondered why all the squaws was working, but they was up to drop the cover and drive all the pegs deeper, an"
within a half hour there never failed to come up a big storm. How they knew it was a-comin" I never could tell. One old woman said a Coyote told her, an" maybe that"s true, for they do change their song for trouble ahead; another said it was the flowers lookin" queer at sundown, an" another had a bad dream. Maybe they"re all true; it comes o" watchin" little things."
"Do they never get fooled?" asked Little Beaver
"Oncet in awhile, but not near as often as a White-man would.
"I mind once seeing an artist chap, one of them there portygraf takers. He come out to the village with a machine an" took some of the little teepees. Then I said, "Why don"t you get Bull-calf"s squaw to put up their big teepee? I tell you that"s a howler." So off he goes, and after d.i.c.kering awhile he got the squaw to put it up for three dollars. You bet it was a stunner, sure--all painted red, with green an" yaller--animals an" birds an" scalps galore. It made that feller"s eyes bug out to see it. He started in to make some portygrafs, then was taking another by hand, so as to get the colours, an" I bet it would have crowded him to do it, but jest when he got a-going the old squaw yelled to the other--the Chief hed two of them--an" lighted out to take down that there teepee. That artist he hollered to stop, said he had hired it to stay up an" a bargain was a bargain. But the old squaw she jest kept on a-jabberin" an" pintin" at the west. Pretty soon they had the hull thing down and rolled up an"
that artist a-cussin" like a cow-puncher. Well, I mind it was a fine day, but awful hot, an" before five minutes there come a little dark cloud in the west, then in ten minutes come a-whoopin" a regular small cyclone, an" it went through that village and wrecked all the teepees of any size. That red one would surely have gone only for that smart old squaw."
[Ill.u.s.tration: Bull-Calf"s Teepee.]
Under Caleb"s directions the breezy side of the cover was now raised a little, and the shady side much more. This changed the teepee from a stifling hothouse into a cool, breezy shade.
"An" when ye want to know which way is the wind, if it"s light, ye wet your finger so, an" hold it up. The windy side feels cool at once, and by that ye can set your smoke-flaps."
"I want to know about war bonnets," Yan now put in. "I mean about things to do to wear feathers--that is, things _we_ can do."
"Ye kin have races, an" swimmin" an bownarrer shootin". I should say if you kin send one o" them arrers two hundred yards that would kill a Buffalo at twenty feet. I"d think that was pretty good. Yes, I"d call that way up."
"What--a _grand coup?_"
"Yes, I reckon; an" if you fell short on"y fifty yards that"d still kill a Deer, an" we could call that a _coup_. If," continued Caleb, "you kin hit that old gunny-sack buck plunk in the heart at fifty yards first shot I"d call that away up; an" if you hit it at seventy-five yards in the heart no matter how many tries, I"d call you a shot. If you kin hit a nine-inch bull"s-eye two out of three at forty yards every time an" no fluke, you"d hold your own among Injuns though I must say they don"t go in much for shooting at a target. They shoot at "most anything they see in the woods. I"ve seen the little copper-coloured kids shooting away at b.u.t.terflies. Then they have matches--they try who can have most arrers in the air at one time. To have five in the air at once is considered good. It means powerful fast work and far shooting. You got to hold a bunch handy in the left hand fur that. The most I ever seen one man have up at once was eight.
That was reckoned "big medicine," an" any one that can keep up seven is considered swell."
"Do you know any other things besides bows and arrows that would do?"
"I think that a rubbing-stick fire ought to count," interrupted Sam.
"I want that in coz Guy can"t do it. Any one who kin do it at all gets a feather, an" any one who kin do it in one minute gets a swagger feather, or whatever you call it; that takes care of Yan and me an"
leaves Guy out in the cold."
"I"ll bet I kin hunt Deer all round you both, I kin."
"Oh, shut up, Sappy; we"re tired a-hearing about your Deer hunting.
We"re going to abolish that game." Then Sam continued, apparently addressing Caleb, "Do you know any Injun games?"
But Caleb took no notice.
Presently Yan said, "Don"t the Injuns play games, Mr. Clark?
"Well, yes, I kin show you two Injun games that will test your eyesight."
"I bet I kin beat any one at it," Guy made haste to tell. "Why, I seen that Deer before Yan could--"
"Oh, shut up, Guy," Yan now exclaimed. A peculiar sound--"_Wheet--wheet--wheet_"--made Sappy turn. He saw Sam with an immense knife, whetting it most vigorously and casting a hungry, fishy glance from time to time to the "yaller moss-tuft" on Guy"s neck.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Archery Coup Feathers Their Special Marks Target Coup Feather Long-distance Five-in-air-at once]
"Time has came," he said to n.o.body in particular.
"You better let me alone," whined Guy, for that horrible "_wheet--wheet_" jarred his nerves somehow. He looked toward Yan, and seeing, as he thought, the suggestion of a smile, he felt more comfortable, but a glance at Sam dispelled his comfort; the Woodp.e.c.k.e.r"s face was absolutely inscrutable and perfectly demoniac with paint.
"Why don"t you whet up, Little Beaver? Don"t you want your share?"
asked the Head Chief through his teeth.
"I vote we let him wear it till he brags again about his Deer-hunting.
Then off she comes to the bone," was the reply. "Tell us about the Injun game, Mr. Clark."
"I pretty near forget it now, but le"s see. They make two squares on the ground or on two skins; each one is cut up in twenty-five smaller squares with lines like that. Then they have, say, ten rings an" ten nuts or pebbles. One player takes five rings an" five nuts an" sets them around on the squares of one set, an" don"t let the other see till all is ready; then the other turns an" looks at it while some one else sings a little song that one of the boys turned into:
""Ki yi ya--ki yi yee, You think yer smart as ye kin be, You think yer awful quick to see But yer not too quick for me, Ki yi ya--ki yi yee."
"Then the first square is covered with a basket or anything and the second player must cover the other skin with counters just the same from memory. For every counter he gets on the right square he counts one, and loses one for each on the wrong square."
"I"ll bet I kin----" Guy began, but Sam"s hand gripped his moss-tuft.
"Here, you let me alone. I ain"t bragging. I"m only telling the simple truth."
"Ugh! Better tell some simple lies, then--much safer," said the Great Woodp.e.c.k.e.r, with horrid calm and meaning. "If ever I lift that scalp you"ll catch cold and die, do ye know it?"
Again Yan could see that Caleb had to look far away to avoid taking an apparent interest.
"There"s another game. I don"t know as it"s Injun, but it"s the kind o" game where an Injun _could_ win. They first made two six-inch squares of white wood or card, then on each they made rings like a target or squares like the quicksight game, or else two Rabbits the same on each. One feller takes six spots of black, half an inch across, an" sticks them on one, scattering anyhow, an" sets it up a hundred yards off; another feller takes same number of spots an" the other Rabbit an" walks up till he can see to fix his Rabbit the same.
If he kin do it at seventy-five yards he"s a swell; if he kin do it at sixty yards he"s away up, but less than fifty yards is no good. I seen the boys have lots o" fun out o" it. They try to fool each other every way, putting one spot right on another or leaving some off. It"s a sure "nough test of good eyes."
"I"ll bet--" began Sappy again, but a loud savage "Grrrr" from Sam, who knew perfectly well what was coming, put a stop to the bet, whatever it was.
"There was two other Injun tests of eyes that I mind now. Some old Buck would show the youngsters the Pleiades--them"s the little stars that the Injuns call the Bunch--an" ask "How many kin you see?" Some could sho"ly see five or six an" some could make out seven. Them as sees seven is mighty well off for eyes. Ye can"t see the Pleiades now--they belong to the winter nights; but you kin see the Dipper the hull year round, turning about the North Star. The Injuns call this the "Broken Back," an" I"ve heard the old fellers ask the boys: "You see the Old Squaw--that"s the star, second from the end, the one at the bend of the handle--well, she has a papoose on her back. Kin you see the papoose?" an" sure enough, when my eyes was real good I could see the little baby star tucked in by the big un. It"s a mighty good test of eyes if you kin see that."
"Eh--" began Guy.
But "Grrrrrrrrr" from Sam stopped him in time. Again Caleb"s eyes wandered afar. Then he stepped out of the teepee and Yan heard him mutter, "Consarn that whelp, he makes me laugh spite o" myself."
He went off a little way into the woods and presently called "Yan!
Guy! Come here." All three ran out. "Talking about eyes, what"s that?" An opening in the foliage gave a glimpse of the distant Burns"s clover field. "Looks like a small Bear."
"Woodchuck! That"s our Woodchuck! That"s the ole sinner that throwed Paw off"n the mower. Where"s my bone-arrer?" and Guy went for his weapons.
The boys ran for the fence of the clover field, going more cautiously as they came near. Still the old Woodchuck heard something and sat up erect on his haunches. He was a monster, and out on the smooth clover field he did look like a very small Bear. His chestnut breast was curiously relieved by his unusually gray back and head.
"Paw says it"s his sins as turned his head gray. He"s a h.o.a.ry headed sinner, an" he ain"t repented o" none o" them so far, but _I"m_ after him now."
"Hold on! Start even!" said Sam, seeing that Guy was prepared to shoot.
So all drew together, standing in a row like an old picture of the battle of Crecy. The arrows scattered about the Woodchuck. Most went much too far, none went near because he was closer than they had supposed, but he scuttled away into his hole, there, no doubt, to plan a new trap for the man with the mower.
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