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222 | 29. The Jealous Indians1 many Indians were camping somewhere while an old woman camped a short way from them. She had two boys. The little one went hunting, but the older boy lay around. When the Indians were off hunting, he painted himself and walked around where the women were. The women all liked him. His mother called him Patcikadiwe (Lazy Man) because he was not rich and he had no skins. The little boy hunted for jackrabbits with the Indians. The Indians were angry at the little boy because he always killed so many rabbits. He always got them first. The Indians did not like him. The older boy stayed at home, like a woman. The Indians went away about a mile and made a fire. There were not enough Indians there so they called others to the place where they made the fire. The little boy had not gone when they made the fire, but he started, and on the way caught jackrabbits. The Indians were angry with him. “I do not know what we are going to do with him; he catches all the rabbits and we get none.” They wanted to kill him. They put a snake under the bushes and one said to the boy, “I see a pretty thing there; when I take him out he sticks to my hand and washes it.” The boy let the snake crawl over his hand and it bit him. He died at once. They killed him because he was so very rich. When they had killed him, they went hunting. When the sun went down they came back to camp. The woman thought her boy would come home, but he failed to return. Then the woman asked, “Where is my little boy?” “We saw him go along with us but we do not know where he went,” they told her. The woman said again, “That is the only boy I have. He, Chicken Hawk (Sogu’ita), is the only one who killed things for me. His big brother is no boy. He is bad; the girls like him. He does nothing for me. I have only one boy who brings the jealous indians | 223 me meat.” She inquired every day when they came home from hunting , but they did not tell her that he was dead. She went about crying, always asking for him. “I want you to tell me. I am an old woman. I never did anything to you. I want you to tell me truly. I want to know what you Indians did to my boy. He is the only boy I have. I want you to tell me; I am a very old woman.” The Indians did not tell her, so she asked Coyote, her brother’s son. Coyote said, “All right, my aunt, I will tell you. The Indians started to go hunting. They made a fire. They put a snake under a bush and told that boy to put his finger on it. Then the snake bit and killed him.” The woman said, “All right, that is what I wanted to know. Now I have nothing to eat. I have one boy here, but he sleeps too much and he always wants the women. He never goes hunting.” The woman said, “Now I want you to tell me truly, who told my boy to pick up the snake?” Coyote told her it was Pagia’mgitcima’dj. She cried and lay down. The Indians moved away from the woman’s camp. The woman lay there crying. The big boy did not stay with her, but went with the Indians. The Indians remained away from the woman for three or four years. Than the woman made herself a dress and robe and started to go after them. She wanted to see them. She slept each night at the place where the Indians had camped and in the daytime she traveled after them. She said to herself, “I am not a man. Why are they afraid and run away from me? I am going to see the Indians. I cannot do anything to them; I am too old.” She found old fires of the Indians still burning. She saw them camping ahead, so she went back a little and hid there. She washed herself all over with Indian soap. She dressed up and painted herself. Then she looked like a young girl. She looked very fine. When the sun went down she started...

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ISBN
9780826349330
Related ISBN
9780826349316
MARC Record
OCLC
777950993
Pages
336
Launched on MUSE
2012-01-01
Language
English
Open Access
No
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