05-04-2018, 10:58 AM
Trix sat on a pile of buffalo hides in her wigwam nursing an orphan whose parents had died a month earlier. She had gained considerable prestige among the natives by healing the sick and injured. Indians from far and wide came to shower her with gifts. She was lavishly bejeweled with seashell necklaces from the Gulf coast. Her medicine village boasted the finest collection of intricately carved totem poles from the Pacific Northwest. All of the nations prospered under her care. Her horse, with few duties to occupy his time, had opened a trading post.
They were restless, however, and yearned once again for the wild frontier. Trix summoned the chiefs for a pow-wow.
"The Great Spirit has summoned me on a vision quest," she told them. "Practice what I have taught you, and you will do well."
The people held a farewell feast with much dancing, then she saddled up and departed.
They were restless, however, and yearned once again for the wild frontier. Trix summoned the chiefs for a pow-wow.
"The Great Spirit has summoned me on a vision quest," she told them. "Practice what I have taught you, and you will do well."
The people held a farewell feast with much dancing, then she saddled up and departed.
