"
"And when the birds are flying from the cold, and the clouds are black
with their feathers, can he see them too?"
"Ay, ay, it is not hard to find a duck, or a goose, when millions are
darkening the heavens."
"When the snow falls, and covers the lodges of the Long-knives, can
the stranger see flakes in the air?"
"My eyes are none of the best now," returned the old man a little
resentfully, "but the time has been when I had a name for my sight!"
"The Red-skins find the Big-knives as easily as the strangers see the
buffaloe, or the travelling birds, or the falling snow. Your warriors
think the Master of Life has made the whole earth white. They are
mistaken. They are pale, and it is their own faces that they see. Go!
a Pawnee is not blind, that he need look long for your people!"
The warrior suddenly paused, and bent his face aside, like one who
listened with all his faculties absorbed in the act. Then turning the
head of his horse, he rode to the nearest angle of the thicket, and
looked intently across the bleak prairie, in a direction opposite to
the side on which the party stood.
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