THE girls as well as the
boys, played at things which they expected to do in earnest when they
grew up. So they imitated their mothers. They played at housekeeping.
They set up tiny tepees made of pieces of robes or blankets. They built
little fires, broiled bits of meat and feasted together as the grown-ups
One of their most popular
games was Hunt the Baby." A girl took a doll out to the edge of the
camp and dropped it in the grass, when her companions were not looking.
At a signal the hunt began. The finder of the baby was called the
mother, and was honoured' with a little feast by her playmates.
One day when the sky was
smiling, and the breezes were shaking the perfume from the prairie
flowers, a company of little girls were busy with their doll-game.
We boys were looking
about for some new diversion, and we made up our minds those girls
should furnish it.
We crept up around the
tepees, keeping out of sight lest they take alarm, find refuge with
their mother? and spoil our sport. With wild whoops and in a bod> we
dashed upon our prey. Uttering their girl-cries, they ran like young
partridges towards the tepees. But we were too quick for them. We
surrounded them and danced among them, brandishing our arms, our yells
adding to their confusion.
One of the larger boys
singled out the mother of the game, and snatching the doll-baby from
her, began to tear it to pieces, greatly to the grief of the little
Now I had a particular
fondness for that little maid, and an intense dislike for the boy, who,
a short while before, had held my head under water until I was nearly
drowned. Although he was larger than I, I rushed upon him, seized his
scalp-lock and gave it a jerkan insult no boy would stand. For that
lock of hair was to be his badge of manhood when he arrived at this
longed-for estate. He, therefore, turned his attention at once to me.
We met in furious combat,
to the delight of our companions who suddenly lost all interest in the
girls. They thronged around us and with voice and gesture encouraged
each of us to do his best.
My husky foe dealt me a
severe pummelling, besides sundry scratches which blood-smeared my face.
But I fought on until I succeeded in turning him onto his back. Then,
astride of him, I chugged his head against the ground until he, at
least, was satisfied.
As I rose triumphantly,
my eyes fell upon the little mother. She was sitting huddled down on
the ground with one of her playmatesa most interested and delighted
witness of my victory.
I called to her in the
most manly voice I could command.
Come, Nacoomee! I go to
the lodge now. Proudly I walked on, she following close behind. At the
lodge waited the mother, who had been a witness of the bloody struggle.
As I turned my charge over to her, the little maid, looking coyly into
my blood-stained face, exclaimed,
How brave and strong you
And, added the mother,
smiling at the marks of the scrimmage, he will be a great warrior some
day. I went on my way proud that I had played such a part for the
little maiden, and naturally unconscious that she was destined to play
an important part for me in later years.
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