The Middle Five: Indian Boys at SchoolLa Flesche, Francis
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The Middle Five: Indian Boys at School
La Flesche, Francis
Indians of North America -- Juvenile literature
When we were in bed, Gray-beard went softly downstairs, and we heard
him open his door, close it, then lock it. Some of the youngsters were
still awake, and, when they heard the closing of Gray-beard's door,
began to talk. It seemed as though they would never stop and go to
sleep, so that we could carry out the Word of Command. After a while
Aleck thought of a plan, and started a game often played by small boys
at night; he said, loud enough for the little boys to hear, "Tha'-ka!"
Brush and the rest of us repeated the word, one after the other, and
each of the wakeful little fellows, according to the rules of the game,
was obliged in his turn to utter the word, and then there was silence,
for no one can speak after he has said the word. Soon heavy breathing
among the little ones gave sign that they had entered the land of
dreams.
It was near the middle of the night when one by one the members of the
Big Seven and the Middle Five noiselessly arose. George tiptoed to a
corner and brought out a large coil of rope. We went with it to the
window directly over that of Gray-beard's bed-room. I do not know why
we selected that window, the only dangerous one in the dormitory, but
there seemed to be a fatality about it. Very softly the window was
raised; George slipped the noose at the end of the rope around his
body, then climbed through the window. Slowly we let him down the three
stories to the ground. Then we hauled the rope up again, and let Edwin
down in the same manner. We closed the window, leaving space enough for
the rope, which remained dangling.
On entering the village, the two boys were met by a pack of noisy curs
that snapped and snarled at their heels. As the dogs became bolder in
their attacks, the lads struck right and left with the heavy sticks
they carried; one dog limped away yelping, and another lay thumping his
tail on the ground, stunned.
The door of the house designated by the leader of the Big Seven
squeaked loudly on its rusty hinges as the boys swung it open without
the ceremony of knocking. A woman at work in one corner of the room
looked up at them, smiled good-naturedly, and said in a sympathetic
tone:
"Such a dark night as this! On what errand do they come, and little
White-chests, too?"
Four men were sitting on the floor around a flickering candle playing a
game; they too looked up at the sound of the door.
"Oho!" said the man of the house, who was one of the players, "for a
long time you have not entered my dwelling on a visit; I fear you will
make it rain! Walk around the stove and break the charm."
"Don't mind him," said the woman, kindly; "tell me what you want. Won't
you sit down?"
The two boys stood hesitating, then George began in a sepulchral voice,
"Woman, we are the commanded, the bearers of the Word of Command. We
come to demand of you a bag of pemmican. Give plenty--"
"Willingly," corrected Edwin, in a whisper.
"Willingly, and you shall go beyond the four hills of life
without--without--"
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