Image from page 41 of "The lost giant and other American Indian tales retold;" (1918)
Authors: Higgins, Violet Moore
Subjects: Indians of North America
Publisher: Racine : Whitman
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
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the tepee, to do him honor.When he had reached the campfire, shebegged him to rest on a soft pile ofskins while she and her daughter pre-pared a feast for him. Everyone in her camp was delightedwith the handsome stranger—all but oneold dog which growled and showed histeeth from the moment the unknown 32 AMERICAN INDIAN TALES brave stepped ashore. The man trembledat the dogs angry snarls, and said hecould not eat a bit of the feast untilthat ugly animal was taken away. Anxious to please her noble guest,Speckled Eagle led the old dog out intothe bushes and killed him, though shedared not tell Deerfoot what she haddone, for the girl was fond of thefaithful dog. Soon the stranger made it known thathe was a chieftain from the far north,who had made a temporary camp downthe river a few miles below SpeckledEagles tepee. Furthermore he said thathe wished to wed the lovely Deerfoot.The girl was so charmed by his hand-some face, his well-built figure andsplendid carriage that she consented at
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DEERFOOT GREETS THE STRANGER THE FEATHERED BRIDEGROOM 33 once. Speckled Eagle was more thansatisfied to have so fine a son-in-law.So a great wedding feast was held andDeerfoot married the strange brave thatnight. On the following morning whenSpeckled Eagle was ready to make afire, she went out into the bushes toget some dry faggots. There lay thebody of the old dog she had killed,pecked full of holes as if a great birdhad feasted on it. The soft earthround about was marked by strangethree-toed prints. A sudden fear came to Speckled Eaglesheart. She hurried back to the camp,and asked all present to take off theirmoccasins or shoes. All did as she bade—all but the stranger. 34 AMERICAN INDIAN TALES I never take off my shoes, lie saidhaughtily, It is a custom of mytribe.9 But see the beautiful moccasins I havemade for you/ insisted Speckled Eagle.For many moons she had worked on them,intending them to be a wedding giftfor her noble son-in-law, whenever heshould appear. They were of the
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