THE JOURNEY

“Awake, Timid Hare, for there is a faint light in the eastern sky.  The sun is already rising from his bed.”

At these words from Sweet Grass, Timid Hare’s eyes burst wide open and she sprang from her bed.  There was much to do at once, for the signal must be given to the whole village from the home of Bent Horn.

So quickly did his squaw and young daughter work that a half-hour afterwards the walls of the chief’s tepee were flapping in the morning breeze.  Immediately afterwards the same thing happened to every other home in the village.  Next, down came the tent poles of the chief’s tepee, and then those of all the others.

Timid Hare went quickly here and there, obeying the orders of her mistress.  Ropes of skin must be brought to tie the poles into two bundles.  The little girl must help hold these bundles in place, while Bent Horn’s best pack horses were brought up and the bundles fastened against the sides of their bodies, and at the same time allowed to drag on the ground behind.

“Quick, Timid Hare,” Sweet Grass would say, pointing now to this bundle of bedding, and now to another of dishes or clothing.  The horses were restless and the bundles must be well-fastened to the poles before they should be ready to start.  Some of Bent Horn’s dogs were also loaded in the same way.

While Sweet Grass and her mother, with Timid Hare’s help, were packing their own stores every other woman in the village was doing the same.  In a wonderfully short time the procession was on its way, the squaws leading the pack horses.  When they started out, however, the braves and youths, riding their favorite horses and ponies, were already far ahead.

Timid Hare trudged bravely along beside her young mistress who led one of the pack horses.  She carried a big bundle on her back.  So did Sweet Grass and her mother.  So did all the other squaws except those who were too old and feeble.

“Let us move fast while we are fresh,” Sweet Grass would say now and then when Timid Hare began to lag.  “When the day grows old, then is the time to move like the turtle.”

As they travelled along.  Timid Hare passed The Stone who looked at her with ugly eyes.  The old squaw was thinking, “Had it not been for my sending the girl that day to Sweet Grass she would now be making my load light.  Fool that I was!”

Afterwards Timid Hare and her mistress talked with The Fountain, the pretty bride who lived near The Stone.  The Fountain smiled pleasantly at the little girl.  She said, “Sometime, Timid Hare, you shall come to see me in the new home.  I may have a surprise for you.”

The sun had nearly set when word came down the line:  “The chief has chosen a place for the new camp.  It is beside a stream of clear water and the tracks of buffaloes are not far distant.”