Lahoma by J. Breckenridge (John Breckenridge) Ellis
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"I stay," she said simply. "All time, want my own people; all time, Red Feather say some day take me to white people--want to go, all time. But Red Feather never tell me 'BIG HAIR.' Didn't know what it was I was looking for--never thought it would be something like you." "But you ain't afraid now, are you, little one?" She shook her head, and drawing nearer, seated herself on the ground before the dugout. "You LOOK Big Hair," she explained sedately, "but your speech is talk of weak squaw." Somewhat disconcerted by these words, Willock sat down opposite her, and resumed his pipe as if to assert his sex. "I seem weak to you," he explained, "because I love you, child, and want to make friends with you. But let me meet a big man--well, you'd see, then!" He looked so ferocious as he uttered these words, that she started up like a frightened quail, grasping her blanket about her. "No, no, honey," he cooed abjectly, "I wouldn't hurt a fly. Me, I was always a byword amongst my pards. They'd say, 'There goes Brick Willock, what never harmed nobody.' When they kept me in at school I never clumb out the window, and it was me got all the prize cards at Sunday-school. How comes it, honey, that you ain't forgot to talk like civilized beings?" "Red Feather, him always put me with squaw that know English--that been to school on the reservation. Never let me learn talk like the Indians. Him always say some day take me to my own people. |
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