The Little Gold Miners of the Sierras and Other Stories — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Little Gold Miners of the Sierras and Other Stories
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Her shattered mind, little by little, let go of everything save the
memories of her childhood. All the people of the neighboring region, old
and young, came to understand and respect the sorrows of the poor
creature they had talked of as a witch. But the most friendly people
seemed to disturb her--to break in upon her dreams--and children,
especially, were not allowed to visit her.
Benny could not forego, however, the pleasure he had promised himself,
of getting 'Bijah to help him make a fine wigwam in the woods, and
saying to old Winneenis--as she called herself--"There! what d'ye call
_that_? _There's_ a wigwam for ye, 'n me 'n 'Bijah _made_ it, too!"
Benny might make as many wigwams as he pleased, Mr. Briggs said, "but
he was not to go near or disturb old Winneenis."
One extremity of the island was in the vicinity of Grandma Potter's, and
Benny passed a good many days of his vacation at Grandma's. One day
Benny said to 'Bijah, "Now you can make that wigwam, can't you, 'Bijah?
You said you would when the hay was all in, and it _is_ all in, ain't
it? Le's make it to-day over there in the woods, on the island. The boys
are coming over to-morrow, and I want to have it done before they get
here. Say, will you, 'Bijah?"
"Wal, I'd know but I can," said 'Bijah.
"I want a _real_ one," said Benny, "life-size, just like them you saw
when you was out there to Dakota--none o' your baby-houses."
'Bijah went up-stairs into the barn chamber, humming _The Sweet By and
By_, and Benny accompanied him in doing both. 'Bijah opened an enormous
chest and pulled out a lot of old buffalo and other robes, the worn-out
and moth-eaten accumulation of years, not to say generations, and
sitting down, took out his jack-knife and ripped the ragged linings out
of several that were pretty well divested of their fur, and making a
pile of skins, old horse blankets and lap rugs, he said, "Now, then,
sir, we'll have a wigwam fit for old Black Hawk himself."
And you may be sure 'Bijah was as good as his word. He got out old Tom
and the wagon, and he and Benny and the skins and blankets all got in
and drove over to the woods on the island, and there 'Bijah cut poles
and made the finest wigwam ever seen this side of the Rocky
Mountains--or the other side either, for that matter. They spread
blankets on the ground inside, and Benny declared it wanted nothing but
a few Indians and tomahawks and bows and arrows lying round to make it
look just like the picture in his g'ography.