He was smiling right
across and half way round. His mother beamed with pride till her eyes
got moist and overflowed.
Every one thought the ceremony was over, but Yan stood up and began:
"There is something that has been forgotten, Chiefs, Squaws and
Pappooses of the Sanger Nation: When we went out after this Grizzly I
was witness to a bargain between two of the War Chiefs. According to a
custom of our Tribe, they bet their scalps, each that he would be the
one to kill the Grizzly. The Head Chief Woodpecker was one and Hawkeye
was the other. Hawkeye, you can help yourself to Woodpecker's scalp."
Sam had forgotten about this, but he bowed his head. Guy cut the
string, and holding up the scalp, he uttered a loud, horrible
war-whoop which every one helped with some sort of noise. It was the
crowning event. Mrs. Burns actually wept for joy to see her heroic boy
properly recognized at last.
Then she went over to Sam and said, "Did you bring your folks here to
see my boy get praised?"
Sam nodded and twinkled an eye.
"Well, I don't care who ye are, Raften or no Raften, you got a good
heart, an' it's in the right place. I never did hold with them as says
'There ain't no good in a Raften.
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