The Heritage of the Hills Part 35
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When at a comfortable distance from the fire the trio came to a stop.
The two conductors of the pathetic blind figure knelt promptly on one knee, one on each side of him. With their bent knees touching behind him, they gently lowered him until he found the seat which their sinewy thighs had made for him. There was a few moments' silence, and then he lifted his trembling hands and began to speak.
Oliver carried no watch, and would not have had the discourtesy to consult it if he had; but he believed that Maquaquish spoke for two solid hours without pause. And all this time the two who upheld him on their knees and steadied him with their hands seemed not to move a muscle. And not a sound came from the audience beyond an occasional uncontrollable sob. Maquaquish spoke in hushed tones that blended strangely with the night sounds of the forest. His physical att.i.tude and his delivery were those of a story-teller rather than an orator or preacher; and his listeners hung on every word, their black bead eyes fixed constantly on his face.
Oliver Drew was dreaming dreams. He would have given all that he had to be able to interpret what Maquaquish was saying. What strange traditions was he recalling to their minds? What hidden chapters in the bygone history of this ancient race? Never was congregation more wrapped up in a speaker's words. Never were religious zealots more devout. Strange thoughts filled the white man's mind.
He was roused from his dreaming with a start. Maquaquish had ceased speaking, and a low chanting sounded about the fire. It grew in volume as the blind man's escort led him back to his place in the circle. It grew louder, weirder still, as the two who had aided the seer stepped to the drygoods box and carried it between them past the fire. As they walked with it beyond the circle every Indian rose to his feet and followed slowly. Oliver did likewise, not knowing what else to do.
On the brink of one of the pools the a.s.semblage halted, the firelight playing over them. From the box its custodians removed bolts of cheap new calico cloth of many colours. Two of these they unwound, and laid along the ground, leading away from the edge of the chosen pool.
Then the two slipped out of their clothes and stepped naked into the water to their waists, where each laid hold of an end of a strip of calico and stood motionless.
To the edge of the moonlit pool stepped Chupurosa. He extended his hands over the water and spoke a few sonorous words. As his hands came down the chanting broke out anew, and now the men in the water began gathering in the strips of calico, was.h.i.+ng the cloth in the water as they reeled it to them.
At last they finished. The chanting ceased. The two nude men carried the dripping cloth from the water in bundles. The a.s.semblage filed back to the dying fire, all but the two who had washed the cloth.
When the Showut Poche-dakas were once more squatting in a circle about the blaze, one of the two, now dressed, entered the circle with the red _olla_ filled with water from the pool. This was pa.s.sed from hand to hand around the circle, and each one drank from it. When it came to Oliver he solemnly acted his part, and pa.s.sed the _olla_ to his left-hand neighbour.
As the _olla_ finished its round, into the circle danced the two who had washed the cloth. In their arms they held bolts of dry cloth; and amid shouts and laughter they threw them into the air, while the feminine element of the tribe clutched up eagerly at them.
When the last bolt of calico had been thrown and had been captured and claimed by some delighted squaw, the a.s.semblage, talking and laughing in an everyday manner, left the Four Pools and started back to their horses.
The Mona Fiesta was over. Symbolically the clothes of the dead had been washed. The Showut Poche-dakas had drunk of the water that had cleansed them. And this was about all that Oliver Drew ever learned of the significance of the ceremony.
At the cabin Chupurosa waited on his horse until his tribesmen had all ridden through the gate. Then he leaned over and spoke to Oliver.
"When a year has pa.s.sed," he said, "and the same moon which we see tonight again looks down upon us, the Showut Poche-dakas will once more wash the clothes of the dead and drink of the water. I enjoin thee, Watchman of the Dead, to have all in readiness once more, as thou hadst tonight. _Adios_, Watchman of the Dead!"
And he rode off slowly through the moonlight.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE QUESTION
The morning following the Feast of the Dead, Oliver Drew rode Poche out of Clinker Creek Canon, driving Smith ahead of them, on the way to Halfmoon Flat for supplies. Over the hills above the American River he saw a white horse galloping toward him.
This was to be a chance meeting with Jessamy. He had an idea she would not be anxious to face him, after her attempted subterfuge of the night before; so he slipped from the saddle, captured Smith, and led the two animals back into the woods.
Then he hurried to a tree on the outskirts and hid behind it.
On galloped White Ann, with the straight, st.u.r.dy figure in the saddle.
As they came closer Oliver knew by her face that Jessamy had not seen him; and as they came abreast he stepped out quickly and shouted.
Jessamy turned red, reined in, and faced him, her lips twitching.
"Good morning, my Star of Destiny!" he said.
A flutter of bafflement showed in her black lashes, but the lips continued to twitch mischievously.
"_Buenos dias_, Watchman of the Dead!" she shot back at him.
Oliver's eyes widened.
"Got under your guard with that one, eh, ol'-timer? Just so!--if you'll permit a Seldenism. t.i.t for tat, as the fella says! Your move again."
And then she threw back her head and laughed to the skies above her.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Ridin'."
"You weren't headed for the Old Ivison Place."
"No, not this morning. I was not seeking you. But since I've met you, and the worst is over, I'll not avoid you."
"Help me pack a load of grub down the canon; then I'll go 'ridin' with you."
She nodded a.s.sent.
"I thought so," she observed, as he led Poche and Smith from hiding.
"I thought you'd turn back, or turn off, if you saw me here ahead of you," he made confession.
"I might have done that," she told him as they herded Smith into the road and followed him.
They said nothing more about what had taken place the night before until the bags had been filled and diamond-hitched, and Smith was rolling his pack from side to side on the homeward trail. Then Oliver asked abruptly:
"Who laid that fire, and put the box of cloth and the _olla_ at The Four Pools yesterday?"
"Please, sir, I done it," she replied.
"When?"
"Just before I rode to your cabin last evening."
"Uh-huh!" he grunted, and fell silent again.
At the cabin she helped him throw off the diamond-hitch and unload the packbags. Then the s.h.a.ggy Smith was left to his own devices--much to his loudly voiced disapproval--and Jessamy and Oliver rode off into the hills.
"Which way?" he asked as they topped the ridge.
"Lime Rock," she replied.
Tracing cow paths single-file, they wound through and about chaparral patches and rocky canons till they reached the old trail that led to Lime Rock.
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