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The Soul of the Indian by Charles A. Eastman
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Night and day the Little Boy Man remained upon the watch for
his enemies from the top of the wall, and at last he beheld the
prairies black with buffalo herds, and the elk gathering upon the
edges of the forest. Bears and wolves were closing in from all
directions, and now from the sky the Thunder gave his fearful
war-whoop, answered by the wolf's long howl.

The badgers and other burrowers began at once to undermine his
rocky fortress, while the climbers undertook to scale its
perpendicular walls.

Then for the first time on earth the bow was strung, and
hundreds of flint-headed arrows found their mark in the
bodies of the animals, while each time that the Boy Man swung his
stone war-club, his enemies fell in countless numbers.

Finally the insects, the little people of the air, attacked
him in a body, filling his eyes and ears, and tormenting him with
their poisoned spears, so that he was in despair. He called for
help upon his Elder Brother, who ordered him to strike the rocks
with his stone war-club. As soon as he had done so, sparks of fire
flew upon the dry grass of the prairie and it burst into flame.
A mighty smoke ascended, which drove away the teasing swarms of
the insect people, while the flames terrified and scattered
the others.

This was the first dividing of the trail between man and the
animal people, and when the animals had sued for peace, the treaty
provided that they must ever after furnish man with flesh for his
food and skins for clothing, though not without effort and danger
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