Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost raceWait, Frona Eunice
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Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost race
Wait, Frona Eunice
Fantasy fiction; Geographical myths -- Fiction
Presently, a representative of the guild brought forward a dice-table
top made in anticipation of this visit. It was a round, flat tray,
ornamented with dark-brown water lines on a cream-white ground. With it
were eight acorn-shaped dice, inlaid with abalone shell and some richly
carved ivory sticks with which to keep tally. The acorn shells had first
been filled with pitch, and when hardened cleverly inlaid with abalone.
Cradle and burden baskets used for storing grain differed in no wise
from the weaves of the Monbas.
Row after row of every imaginable stitch and material filled the roomy
building. Kerœcia was respectful in her attention to the workers but she
forbore a longer interruption of the general trend of the work.
Into the pueblo, set apart for the pottery, one might with profit
follow, or linger over the looms of the rug and blanket weavers, as
Kerœcia did. But it is fair to suppose that modern eyes are familiar
with the striking peculiarities of the Daghestan rugs and Navajo
blankets, the stitches of one being familiar to the descendants of
Kerœcia’s forebears, while the Navajo Indians have preserved the secret
of the other. One is characteristic of native Oriental invention, the
other of native American.
“There is need of haste in returning,” admonished Rahula, as the women
climbed back into the car and started cityward. “We are due at the
marketplace now.”
“Content thyself. The caribou is an excellent traveler,” was Kerœcia’s
assurance, as she gathered up the reins and shook the many stranded whip
over the horns of her team. They started forward with the easy stride
common to the elk family, and were not long in clearing a passage way
through the tamanes, trotting along the road carrying huge, well-filled
baskets, one on each end of a pole slung across the shoulder. Mingling
with them were burros so well burdened that nothing but their noses,
tails and forefeet were visible.
The social corner-stone of Tlamco was not the family but the clan.
Husband and wife must belong to different gentes, and the children
claimed descent from the mother. The spheres of the sexes were clearly
defined but manfully, the wife being the complete owner of the house and
all it contained. If a mother, she was not required to perform other
than household duties. Slovenliness was severely punished in both sexes,
and so was idleness.
At no time was the life of the ordinary woman of greater hardship than
is that of the wife of a poor man in any enlightened or so-called
Christian country to-day. Should her husband ill-treat her, a woman of
this civilization could permanently evict him from the home. The husband
owned the crops until they were housed, and then the wife had an equal
voice in their distribution. The live stock was his; but there was an
unwritten code which forbade his disposing of it without consulting his
wife.
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