PLANS AND PELTS
The sun grew warmer. The snow melted and trickled in little rivulets
down to the river. Crocuses bloomed and red-winged blackbirds cried amid
the yellowing willows in the bottoms. At last the ice broke in the river
and the waters rushed madly along between its banks.
The hunters, who had been industrious all winter, gathered together the
pelts of the animals they had killed. Buffalo robes and deer skins,
together with pelts of minks, martins, foxes, wolves, beavers, bears,
fishers, otters and raccoons. Thousands of muskrat skins were also made
up into bundles.
The packs were loaded into canoes and the hunters set off down stream
for the trading post at Mendota.
Raven Wing and Hawk Eye watched the canoes for some time. When the last
frail craft had turned the bend in the river, Raven Wing said to Hawk
Eye, "Let us make the trip also, and take our pelts to the trading
post."
[Illustration: RAVEN WING AND HAWK EYE WATCHED THE CANOES FOR SOME
TIME.]
"Will your stepfather allow you to go on so long a trip?" asked Hawk
Eye.
"I can but ask him," answered Raven Wing.
"We will go, you and I, if he agrees," said Hawk Eye. "I have no father
to ask permission of. Besides, I am two years older than you. My mother
I know will give her consent."
Presently both boys were on their way to their lodges. Bending Willow,
Raven Wing's mother, looked up as her son stood before her.
"I would like to take the pelts I have cured from my winter's hunting to
the trading post. Hawk Eye plans to go also and we can make the journey
together," he announced in a low voice.
Bending Willow regarded the tall, strong boy for several minutes before
she answered him.
"I have no objection, son," she answered quietly. "But you must receive
permission from your stepfather."
"Will you speak a good word for me?" said Raven Wing.
"I will, my son," answered Bending Willow. "I know that you will be
careful. You are strong and tall for your years. You are a fine hunter;
you know the river; your canoe is well made."
As she finished speaking, Black Eagle strode up.
"The hunters are well on their way," he said. "The last canoe is now out
of sight."
"Raven Wing wishes to take his pelts to the trading post," announced
Bending Willow.
Black Eagle turned to his stepson. "You wish to go?" he asked.
"Yes," replied the boy. "Hawk Eye will go with me. He has many fine
skins, also."
"You have had no experience as a trader," said Black Eagle. "The pale
faces at the post will offer you foolish trinkets for your good pelts.
They may even make you dull and foolish with their minne wauken,
(firewater) and when your eyes are heavy-lidded and your mind falters,
strip you of your pack."
"I will learn by watching our hunters when they offer their pelts,"
answered Raven Wing. "I will not be deceived by trinkets, nor will I
taste the firewater."
"I see no reason why he should not go," said Black Eagle after a silence
of several minutes. "How does his mother look upon this adventure?" he
added, turning to Bending Willow.
"He must go some time. I am willing," she answered simply.
"Hawk Eye goes with you?" asked Black Eagle.
"He is now asking permission of his mother," replied Raven Wing.
[Illustration: {Bending Willow.}]
"When do you plan to go?" inquired Bending Willow.
"At once," said Raven Wing.
"That is wise," said Black Eagle. "The boys will easily catch up to the
hunters if they ply their paddles with vigor." He did not add that there
was safety in numbers, not wishing to needlessly alarm Bending Willow.
He could see that she was concerned over the adventure, although she
tried to hide her feelings.
The matter being settled, Raven Wing strode over to Hawk Eye's lodge.
Since the death of Running Deer, Hawk Eye had taken his father's place
with credit. Being two years older than Raven Wing, he naturally had had
more experience. Notwithstanding his advantage, in age he was no taller
nor stronger than the younger boy.
As Raven Wing neared the tepee, he heard Hawk Eye's mother, Light
Between Clouds, say in a low voice;
"You are my only support since the death of Running Deer."
"Sure, Mother," answered Hawk Eye, "but you would not have me always
remain in our village. Hawk Eye is now a man; he has a mother in his
wigwam, but he need not ask her permission to go on the hunt."
"'Tis a long journey to the trading post," answered Light Between
Clouds. "You have had no experience at bargaining with the palefaces.
Why not wait and go with the next band of trappers? There will be
another party setting out soon."
"They will merely trade in my pelts with their own and I shall have
nothing to say," cried Hawk Eye. "Besides, I would like to gain
experience first-hand. I am strong. I can handle my father's gun with
the best of the hunters. I am a boy no longer. Comes another snow and I
shall be a warrior."
[Illustration: {Canoe on the river.}]