Treasury of American Indian TalesRessler, Theodore Whitson
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Treasury of American Indian Tales
Ressler, Theodore Whitson
Indians of North America -- Folklore; Indians of North America -- Juvenile literature
Soon they saw smoke from campfires only a few hundred paces ahead. Even
though both boys felt as if their hearts would burst, they forced
themselves to continue running until the wigwams of the village were in
sight. The boys slowed to a trot, and entered the village all out of
breath. They ran straight to the wigwam of Quarter Moon’s uncle and
tried, between gasps for breath, to tell him what they had seen. Finally
Quarter Moon’s uncle raised his hand. “Wait! Wait! My boy, get your
breath and then tell me what has brought you to my wigwam breathing so
heavily and looking like a frightened deer.”
The boys took several deep breaths and then Little Elk told his story to
the old man.
“But we are not at war with the Abnakes and surely we have nothing they
would want in our village. But if this is an attack, we must warn the
others. Go through the village and tell all the others to gather at the
medicine lodge. There are some of us left who can handle weapons. Rather
than give our few supplies or our women to an attacking band of Abnakes,
we will gather every able-bodied man and woman and fight if we have to.”
Word was sent out through the village, and soon everyone gathered at the
medicine lodge. Quarter Moon was ready to repeat to all what he had told
the old brave when Little Elk looked through the fringe in the trees and
spotted some warriors approaching. He was about to shout a warning when
he saw his father in the lead of the party. Little Elk ran to his
father, shouting that the Abnakes were near by. And then he saw,
standing next to his father, a very tall and handsome Abnake. For some
reason, Little Elk felt that this was no ordinary warrior. Then his
father spoke.
“Wait, Little Elk, my son. What is this you say about our village being
invaded?”
Little Elk was embarrassed and looked down at the ground. “My father,
when Quarter Moon and I were returning from our fishing trip, we saw
some Abnakes through the trees. They carried many bows and quivers of
arrows, and they were moving swiftly and quietly toward our village.
Quarter Moon and I ran as fast as we could to warn the village.”
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