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lle muttered a curse upon his smiling enemy and died.

tepee of Wazhinga Saba and took beating his head with his fists. He his way to Tawagaha's village. He dashed through the village and the entered the tepee of the self-con- people scattered before him. Civistituted chief and spoke kind things lization had not yet given them a into his ear for Wazhinga Saba. It broad understanding! was represented with many hon- Tawagaha shouted and laughed eyed words that the Big Chief's and shrieked. He danced and heart ached with his past unkind- struck enormous blows at an imaginess to Tawagaha, with whom he nary enemy, and ran howling to his wished to talk and feast that the village. When he had disappeared, past might be as a dead thing. Wazhinga Saba came out of his

Tawagaha, having the tender tepee and spoke grave words to his heart which goes with generosity, startled people. at once arose and followed the run- “Tawagaha's head is on fire," he ner to the tepee of Wazhinga Saba, said. “Wakunda has punished him where many other sweet words met for his deed against the great his ear.

Wazhinga Saba! Let none follow They feasted and smoked the Tawagaha!" peace pipe, and Tawagaha forgot. The people trembled as they At last Wazhinga Saba produced heard. They shook their heads an earthen bowl containing a cop- and were glad that they had not per-colored liquid.

followed the daring youth.

The "Wazhinga Saba has talked much same day a crier went through the with the good spirits,” said the Big village of Tawagaha and repeated Chief. “Here is the water of kind- the words of the Chief in a loud ness; drink and we shall be friends." voice:

Tawagaha looked suspiciously at “Come back to the village of the mysterious water.

Wazhinga Saba,” he cried; "the "See !" said Wazhinga Saba, "it Great Chief loves his people and is colored with the color of the would protect them

them from evil evening after a day of winds. spirits.” Wazhinga Saba has been cruel like A primitive Indian was always the winds, and this is the evening superstitious first and generous afof his hate. Drink, and there shall terward. He would do more for be a big sunrise of friendship !" the fear of a black spirit than for

Tawagaha raised the earthen the love of a leader. So it lapbowl to his lips.

pened that the people of the little "It is the gift of the good spirits," village at once moved to the larger said the Big Chief, coaxingly. village, again coming under the con

Tawagaha drank great draughts, trol of Wazhinga Saba. and set the bowl down.

Then spring came to the heart of "It bites !” he said.

the Chief, and he could smile again. "Like hate!" said Wazhinga But Tawagaha, having fallen into Saba.

a heavy slumber in his tepee, awoke After

silence Tawagaha the next day and the fire was dead frowned.

in his brain. He arose and walked "It gnaws!" said he.

about his village, but found it de“Like cruel words," said the serted. He stopped and thought Chief.

deeply, as if trying to recollect a Tawagaha sat for some time like

vague dream.

At last he rememone stunned. Then he grasped his bered the mysterious liquid. Then head with both hands and leaped to all was clear to him. He knew his feet.

whither his people had gone, and "It tickles!" he shrieked, and he walked toward the larger village leaped out of the tepee yelling and with a heavy heart.

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When he entered the village there was the singer? Was it a spirit? was none to give him greeting. His In answer to the silent question own people looked at him trem- the naked form of a man, emablingly, and fled from him. He ciated as with famine, walked with wandered through the village, but slow steps through the village. His everywhere it was the same. It head was thrown back and his lips was like a ghost roaming through a were parted with ecstatic song. village of ghosts. None spoke to As the people looked upon the him. Everywhere the people shook face of the singer they shuddered, their heads and shut themselves for it was the face of Tawagaha! in their tepees. The very children He passed on through the village hid at his coming and peered after chanting the song that the thunder him when he had passed.

spirits love, and disappeared. Then Tawagaha gave a great cry That night it happened that the of despair that was followed only clouds gathered and thundered and by the silence. When the people the rain came in torrents. When ventured to come out of their te- the day dawned, the people's voices pees, Tawagaha had disappeared. gathered into a great cry:

The summer came—a burning “It was Tawagaha! He brought summer. The prairie is a double the rain ! Where is Tawagaha ?" wonder. It can blossom like an The shout echoed in the steaming oasis and burn like a Sahara. The hills and the hills sent back an ansbreath of the winds is its life or its wer. The answer was a man who death. The Southwest strikes it walked with the swift step of happy barren.

feet toward the village. In the beginning of the month of Thus was Tawagaha re-instated the bellowing of the bulls (July), in the people's favor. And Wazthe terrible wind awakened. The hinga Saba's hate grew like a wilted prairie grew sallow as the skin of thing that has been watered with an impoverished thing. The corn the rains. in the gardens wilted. The creeks

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The summer passed and the fall were anaemic veins creeping slug- came, and with it came the trading gishly into the river that dwindled boat, St. Ange.

boat, St. Ange. Again the traders to a creek. The great smoky water were conducted to the lodge of the was as a giant stricken with fever. Big Chief. One of the white men, Its sandbars were as the protru- with a broad grin upon his face, sions of mighty ribs.

asked through the interpreter if The people sent up a wail like the medicine of last spring had the echo of the Southwest's moan. acted properly. And there was much crying after "Ninga! Peazha!" replied the the rain, but no cloud reared its Chief, shaking his head decidedly. white head from under the dazzling “He says it was no good!” exhorizon.

plained the interpreter. Wazhinga Saba sang a thunder “Ask him what he wants now?" song, but the rain spirits were deaf. said one of the white men. The blue basins of the rain were The interpreter spoke briefly to

the Chief, who began to explain But one evening as the people with much impersonation of desat about their tepees talking about scription, contorting his face, wriththe rains that did not come, the ing with his body and at last fallsound of a wild voice arose upon the ing in a tragic representation of dull air. The people sat charmed death. into breathlessness and listened. "He wants something that will They recognized the mysterious hurt much and kill,” the interpreter syllables of the thunder song. Who explained.

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"Strychnine !" suggested one of the Chief and told him to speak the traders.

his grief. “Think we've got some on the "The days of Wazhinga Saba boat," added another; and a man have been many," began the Chief, was forthwith 'sent after the de- sniveling with a burlesque grief, sired medicine. He soon returned

“many and cruel. Now his head and displayed a small phial contain- is white and his strength passes. ing a white granular substance. Does the young man feel no pity "This will kill,” said the inter- for the old.

We

have been preter to the Chief.

enemies, but Wazhinga Saba has Wazhinga Saba became excited.

become as a snake without fangs; He offered a stack of buffalo hides Pity him, and you shall be his as high as his knees. The traders chief !” shook their heads. Then the chief Tawagaha heard and was dedoubled the imaginary pile. Still ceived. there was no trade.

“Tawagaha pities," said he; "let “What will it do? Show me," said us smoke the peace pipe and eat the Chief to the interpreter. A dog together that we may be friends." had followed one of the white men The two smoked. Then Tawaand now it ran about expressing gaha's squaw placed an iron kettle, good humor with its sinuous tail.

bought from the white men, over A piece of meat was procured from a fire, and boiled a great piece of the Chief and a small particle of buffalo meat. strychnine placed upon it. This When the meat

cooked, was fed to the dog who ate it Wazhinga Saba arose and bowing greedily. Suddenly its eyes became over the kettle, dropped something glazed; it fell howling to

to the

into it. “The blessing of an old man ground, writhed, and died !

is good," he said. The Chief's eyes blazed. He

Tawagaha opened the feast, bulpointed to the peak of the tepee ging his cheeks with a liberal bite. and swung his arm

about him,

The old man watched. thus saying that he would fill his

Suddenly the face of the young tepee with buffalo hides in exchange

man grew livid. He shrieked and for the medicine.

fell to the floor, writhing and The trade was made, and when groaning in terrible agony. the hides had been collected from strong limbs contracted; his musamong the people of the village, the cles stood out in knots; his veins white men withdrew groaning be- swelled blue. Then with a last neath their spoils.

great effort he muttered a curse upForthwith the wily Wazhinga on his smiling enemy, and died. Saba set his brain in motion; it Wazhinga Saba heard the curse had become a diabolical machine and his triumph brought him terpropelled by hate. He knew that

ror. He fled to his tepee and shut Tawagaha would refuse to feast himself up for many days. with hiin again; so he decided to There was much wonder among feast with Tawagaha. He waited

the people, and when the boldest four days (for four is a magic ventured to question the old chief number) and upon the fourth even- concerning the death of Tawagaha ing he went, humbly dressed, to he could only groan. the tepee of his rival. He entered

Some years after Wazhinga Saba and fell upon his face before the fell ill with the small-pox, and beyouth, groaning as with great men- lieving it to be the curse of Tawatal anguish.

gaha, he died in terror. The heart of Tawagaha, like all great hearts, was pitiful. He raised I have stood upon a high hill of

His

the present Omaha Reservation. It breathing canoes, as he said.
is known as the Blackbird Hill, As I stood there I felt both ad-
for there the terrible chief was bur- miration and pity. But when I
ied, sitting upon his horse with all asked an old Omaha about the
his arms about him, that he might dread chief, he scowled and would
see the Big Knives (white men) not answer.

The
memory

of come up the river in their fire- wrongs lives long and dies slowly.

THE BUILDER

BY HARRY T. FEL

Build well thy Spirit House,
With many rooms; give space
To joy and truth and hope and gentle sympathy
But leave no place for fear;
To anger bar the door and o'er the window
Of thy inmost soul when hate is nigh,
Unfold the curtain of a loving thought.
Build in the in most valleys of thy heart
A temple to the God of Love,
With stone hewn from the Hills of Harmony.
Use in thy work the scented wood
That grows in Freedom's Land,
And place within its halls
The shrine of Peace.
Upon the walls hang tapestries
Wove from the thread of Kindly Thought!
Fill all the vases of thy dreams
With buds that bloom from noble impulses.
Then hast thou builded 'gainst the ravages of Time
A work of infinite achievement-
Coevel with Eternity,”
A dwelling place of Truth.

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