Indian sketches, taken during an expedition to the Pawnee tribes (Vol. 2 of 2)Irving, John Treat
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Indian sketches, taken during an expedition to the Pawnee tribes (Vol. 2 of 2)
Irving, John Treat
Indians of North America -- Kansas; Indians of North America -- Nebraska; Pawnee Indians
After some consultation, seeing no remedy, we left the lodge, and
followed our little guide through the intricacies of the village, to
the dwelling of the Long Hair. When we entered he was sitting upon the
ground, and motioned us to a seat upon some dirty cushions of undressed
hides. He was a stern, gloomy looking man, with an anxious, wrinkled
brow, a mouth like iron, and an eye like fire. He evidently made efforts
to be sociable; but it was not in his nature; and during the whole feast,
the stern, unbending character of the Indian warrior, was continually
peering out from beneath the show of hospitality. He urged us to eat,
and he even attempted to smile; but it more resembled the angry snarl of
a wild-cat, than the evidence of any pleasurable emotion. In short, we
liked him not, and hurried through our feast as soon as possible. When
we had finished, and while a number of the party were smoking, in turn,
from a large red stone pipe, which he passed round, the Doctor rose and
slowly sauntered round the lodge. He at length observed a small bundle of
bones, and skin, which hung from a pole crossing the centre of the lodge.
Curious to know what it might contain, he reached out his hand to take
hold of it. From the moment that he had left his seat, the brow of the
chief had darkened, but he said nothing; contenting himself by narrowly
watching the motions of his guest;—but no sooner had he touched the
bundle, than the effect upon the frame of the Indian was like an electric
shock. He half started from his seat; the veins on his forehead swelled
like whipcord; and his eyes shot fire.—With clenched fists and extended
arms, he shrieked out something between a yell and an imprecation. The
secret was soon explained by the frightened Interpreter. The bundle
that had attracted the curiosity of the Doctor, was the medicine bag[B]
of the lodge. To disturb this is one of the greatest outrages that can
be inflicted upon the superstitious feelings of an Indian. At another
time, the Doctor might have paid dearly for his rashness. As it was, at
the earnest solicitations of the Interpreter, he resumed his seat, and
the anger of the chief passed away. Shortly after this, another courier
arrived to invite us to a third feast; and taking our leave, we followed
him. This feast was exactly the same as the former. Before we had
finished, invitation after invitation came pouring in upon us, until we
had visited about ten or fifteen lodges. One after another, the different
members of the party then gave out, and returned to the abode of the
chief.
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