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Hanging-flower was pale and haggard now, and from day to day she was

losing weight. But one day she felt that she was mother no longer, but

the matron of her family. She called on Glad-tidings, the chief, and

standing before him, admonished him in ceremonial terms to desist from

his shameful ways, which were bringing dishonor upon his people. But

should he persist, such were her parting words, she would call on him

again, and then once more, accompanied by the Chief Warrior, and then

she would depose him and he would be chief no longer.

The days passed and the rumors persisted. Hanging-flower called on

Glad-tidings for the second time; and when she had spoken, he said

nothing. In a little while, she called on him for the third time,

accompanied by the Chief Warrior. As both of them stood facing

Glad-tidings, the Chief Warrior said: “I will now admonish you for the

last time, and if you continue to resist acceding to and obeying our

request, then your duties as chief of our family and clan will cease,

and I shall take the deer’s horns from off your head, and with a broad

strong-edged ax I shall cut the tree down.” Having spoken thus, the

Chief Warrior “took the deer’s horns off Glad-tidings’ head,” and

handed them to Hanging-flower, for from now on Glad-tidings was chief

no longer.

Hanging-flower then went to the Council house and informed the other

chiefs, in person, that Glad-tidings had been deposed. As she spoke,

her heart broke, for she knew that “the coals had gone out on the fire”

of her family, and the chieftainship was lost.

A few days after this, Full-moon called on Hanging-flower and informed

her in many words that Feathered-arrow, Full-moon’s son, was to be

chief in Glad-tidings’ place and that the chiefs of the League had

transferred the chieftainship to her family.

In the evening of that day Hanging-flower, wrapped in a blanket, went

outside of the village. For a long time she stood there, on the hill

above the cornfields. Her thoughts turned to the past and for a long

time she was lost in memories.... But of the future she did not care to

think.

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