The Tundra Cavern...
That night I had a dream. I was in a cavern, a dusty cavern with old things
covered with spider webs all over 'em. Then all o' a sudden, a huge snake come
a slitherin' up to me. It's big ole tongue a stickin' out, as if 'e was a
tastin' me. I didn't know what to do, so I's threw a stick at 'im a hopin'
tha' it would scare 'im away.
There shall be a blue moon in one week, the Great Spirits told me. I's opened
m' eyes just a crack, but still, the light came a floodin' through. I found
myself blinkin' into bright light which flooded in from the teepee opening as
an unknown girl came in.
She was in rags, with a worn out light blue sun bonnet on 'er dark head. As
she turned around to shut the teepee flap, I's noticed whip marks on 'er pink
dress. She looked up.
"Were ya a slave?" I kinda rudely asked. Her dark
sorrowful brown eyes fell on me and I regretted askin'.
"Yes," was the short
reply. There was al long moment o' silence. She looked up to the ceiling of
the small teepee. I looked up too.
"What do you see?" I asked in a whisper.
"The moon and the sun and all of the Great Spirit's creatures?"
"Where did you
"You wouldn't know; where'd you?"
"You wouldn't know."
The sun set behind the trees, ablaze in fire. I sighed. The girl's name was
Angie. It turns out that she had escaped from the South, too.
Me an' Angie soon became good friends. We were the only two dark folks in the
camp. Angie was shy. She had been beaten and beaten until she learned to keep
quiet. I's was mighty sorry for her, being beaten an' all.
I was nearing my 15th birthday. I would become a hunter soon and go on a
buffalo hunt in January. After the hunt I shall eat with Angie, then she will
become my wife. I was might scared, hunting and all. I had been with the
Indians for three years!! Angie 'n' me planned to stay with the Indians.
I wondered sometimes, as I cleaned my spears, what m' ma would think. As I lay
in my teepee, I think of her, probably picking cotton, her hands sore. She is
probably singing an old folk song, her deep brown eyes filled with tears, as
she is whipped for being slow. My own eyes filled with tears, which Angie
wiped away. "A brave hunter mustn't cry!" I smiled and hugged her. Crickets
chirped in the distance.