Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction; Sauk Indians -- Fiction
She had understood enough of his tongue to understand what he had
shouted at her: _You kill my wife_.
At the sight of him she felt heavy as a stone. There was nothing she
could do that would bring Floating Lily back. Her baby's little feet
were on the Trail of Souls. Only death would free Redbird from pain.
Wolf Paw, once again carrying Eagle Feather, walked beside her. She
sensed someone walking on her other side and turned to look. She saw a
shrunken, wizened woman with a sad face. It took her a moment to realize
that it was her mother, Wind Bends Grass.
Many footsteps later, when their trail passed through woods, the long
knives let them stop. They unstrapped small shovels from their saddles
and gave them to some of the men. The Sauk men dug five deep graves and
placed the bodies--three women, one man, and a baby--sitting upright in
them.
Wolf Paw dug Floating Lily's grave, letting Eagle Feather do part of the
work.
Before covering Floating Lily with earth, Redbird tore a small strip
from the red blanket the fat woman had given her and set it beside the
grave.
When the five were buried Redbird saw the eyes of all the people turned
toward her, and she knew they expected her, in spite of the grief that
was killing her, to complete the rite.
First, she sang.
"In your brown blanket, O Earthmaker,
Wrap your children and carry them away,
Fold them again in your body ..."
When she had finished the song, she spoke to the dead.
"You are innocent of wrongdoing," she said. "You have no debt to pay, no
promise to keep. You have kept faith and walked with honor the path that
led to these graves. Do not linger here in hope of avenging yourselves
on those who killed you. Great happiness awaits you in the West. The Owl
spirit will show you how to set your feet on the Trail of Souls. Go now,
begin your journey."
After she had spoken, the people broke willow wands from trees growing
by the water and set them upright on the mounds of earth. Redbird took
the piece of red blanket and tied it to the end of the wand over
Floating Lily's grave.
_Your path on this earth was a short one, my daughter. But the earth is
not a good place for our people just now. And many, many of your Sauk
brothers and sisters will journey with you on the Trail of Souls. Go now
into the West, and your father and brother and I will one day follow
after, and we will all be together again._
As she stepped back from the grave she remembered how, two days ago, far
to the north, she had seen this grave in her mind and had fainted. With
a sinking heart she understood how terrible were the shaman's gifts she
had longed for all her life.
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