Some of which are very good for a person’s health, and some act like
magic for poison, and with it they can kill any one they wish. Now this
wild man after sitting down, opened his sack, and took out each kind
of herbs or roots, saying as he lifted each one out, what it was good
for, and after he had taken part of them out and laid them by the side
of the ac-gure, he thought he heard a noise, so leaving his ac-gure
and the roots, he ran outside, at this the young Pec-wans jumped down
from their hiding place, and grabbed up the ac-gure and put the roots
back into it, immediately after this the wild man returned and begged
and pleaded with them, to give them back, but they refused to do so.
He told them they could not use it unless they were taught the art, by
which to use it. Then they wanted him to teach them, but he said he
never would, so they told him they would keep it. After he had begged
and talked for awhile, they started home taking the ac-gure with them,
and the wild man following and pleading in every way for them to return
the sack to him. As they kept on towards home, the Oh-mah-hah told them
if they would return it to him, he would cause any one that they might
wish for, to die, and would give them half of all he had, but they
refused, and kept on until they reached home. The wild man went with
them into the house, and they fed him, and every time they went out, he
went with them. Sometimes they would go for wood for the sweat-house,
and he would follow them closely, always pleading for his ac-gure and
acting so simple, that it seemed this ac-gure was his whole life. They
were determined never to give it back to him, and so one morning they
concluded to make a big fire in the sweat-house, put him inside, fasten
the door, and smoke him to death. They kept the ac-gure, and they say
this family, was ever after, very lucky in getting deer and other game,
as they had the Wild Indian’s devil.
This is the only time, where they caused a Oh-mah-hah to die, that I
know of. These sweat-houses, are sure an ideal place, to smoke a person
to death in.
CHAPTER XXVII.
HOW THE RICH TRIED TO BE A TALTH.
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