human
It is good. The white man's Medicine for a white man's wife. But if there were the red man's Medicine too--
gpt
What is the red man's Medicine?
human
It is an old Medicine. It is of winters ago as many as the hairs of the head. I have forgotten almost, but it was a great Medicine when there were no white men in the land. And so it was that to every woman's breast there hung a papoose, and every woman had her man, and the red men were like leaves in the forest--but it was a winter of winters ago, and the Medicine Men have forgotten; and thou hast no child! When Long Hand comes, what will Mitiahwe say to him?
gpt
What my mother would say, I will say. Shall the white man's Medicine fail? If I wish it, then it will be so; and I will say so.
human
But if the white man's Medicine fail? Swift Wing made a gesture toward the door where the horseshoe hung.
gpt
It is Medicine for a white man, will it be Medicine for an Indian?
human
Am I not a white man's wife?
gpt
But if there were the Sun Medicine also, the Medicine of the days long ago?
human
Tell me. If you remember--_Kai!_ but you do remember--I see it in your face. Tell me, and I will make that Medicine also, my mother.
gpt
To-morrow, if I remember it--I will think, and if I remember it, to-morrow I will tell you, my heart's blood. Maybe my dream will come to me and tell me. Then, even after all these years a papoose--
human
But the boat will go at dawn to-morrow, and if he go also--
gpt
Mitiahwe is young, her body is warm, her eyes are bright, the songs she sings, her tongue--if these keep him not, and the Voice calls him still to go, then still Mitiahwe shall whisper, and tell him--