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compass and mourn, singing all the while a weird chant. They bury with
their dead all of the belongings of the deceased, the playthings of the
Indian child, for the Indian boy and girl have dolls and balls and baubles
as does the white child: you may see them all pendent from the poles of
the scaffold or the boughs of a tree. When the great Chief Spotted Tail
died they killed his two ponies, placing the two heads toward the east,
fastening the tails on the scaffold toward the west. The war-bonnets and
war-shirts are folded away with the silent dead; then follow the desolate
days of fasting and mourning. In some instances hired mourners are
engaged, and for their compensation they exact oftentimes the entire
possessions of the deceased. The habitation in which the death occurs is
burned, and many times when death is approaching the sick one is carried
out so that the lodge may be occupied after the loved one has been laid to
rest. The grief of the sorrowing ones is real and most profound. They
will allow no token of the departed to remain within sight or touch. In
their paroxysms of sorrow the face and limbs are lacerated, and often the
tips of fingers are severed. Until the days of mourning are over, which
is for more than a year, they absent themselves from all public
gatherings. The bereaved fold themselves in a white blanket, repair to
some desolate hillside overlooking the valley, the camp and the distant
weird scaffold, and sit, amid cloud, sunshine, and storm, with bowed head,
in solemn silence. White blankets are worn by the mourners as they move
through the camp, significant of the white trail of the stars whither the
Indian feels his loved ones have gone.

The Indian has a sublime idea of creation. He loves the brown earth and
calls it his mother, because it has creative power and because it
nourishes. And thus we might gather in from the thirty-two points of the
compass the forces operant in earth and sky, and each would become a
herald of the Indian's life of faith.

[A Leaf from the Indian's Book]

A Leaf from the Indian's Book

THE BOOKS OF HIS LIBRARY

The Indian child is nursed on Indian song and story. Tribal traditions
are handed down from age to age by enacting in the dance, on the part of
the warriors and braves, their deeds of valour in war, their triumphs in
the chase, their prowess against all foes. F