<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2>THE GHOST’S RESENTMENT</h2>
<p class="subtitle">Dakota</p>
<p><span class="dropcap">L</span>ong, long ago, a Dakota died and his parents
made a death lodge for him on the bluff. In
the lodge they made a grave scaffold, on which
they laid the body of their son.</p>
<p>Now in that same village of Dakotas lived a young
married man. His father lived with him, and there
were two old men who used to visit the father and
smoke with him, and talk with him about many things.</p>
<p>One night the father of the young man said, “My
friends, let us go to the death scaffold and cut off summer
robes for ourselves from the tent skins.”</p>
<p>The young man said, “No! Do not do so. It was
a pity the young man died, and as his parents had nothing
else to give up for him they made the death lodge
and left it there.”</p>
<p>“What use can he get from the tent?” asked the
father. “We have no robes, so we wish to use part of
the tent skins for ourselves.”</p>
<p>“Well, then,” said the young man. “Go as you
have said and we shall see what will happen.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</SPAN></span>
The old men arose without saying a word and went
to the lodge on the bluff. As soon as they were gone,
the young man said, “Oh, wife, get my piece of white
clay. I must scare one of those old men nearly to
death.”</p>
<p>But the woman was unwilling, saying, “Let them
alone. They have no robes. Let them cut off robes for
themselves.”</p>
<p>But as the husband would not stop talking about it,
the wife got the piece of white clay for him. He
whitened his whole body and his face and hands. Then
he went to the lodge in a course parallel to that taken
by the old men. He went very quickly and reached
there before they did.</p>
<p>He climbed the scaffold and lay on it, thrusting his
head out through the tent skins just above the doorway.</p>
<p>At last the old men approached, ascending the hill,
and talking together in a low tone. The young man
lay still, listening to them. When they reached the
lodge, they sat down.</p>
<p>The leader said, “Fill your pipe, friends. We must
smoke this last time with our friend up there.”</p>
<p>“Yes, your friend has spoken well. That should be
done,” answered one of them.</p>
<p>So he filled the pipe. He drew a whiff, and when
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</SPAN></span>
the fire glowed, he turned the pipestem toward the
seam of the skins above the doorway. He looked up
towards the sky, saying, “Ho, friend, here is the pipe.
We must smoke with you this last time. And then we
must separate. Here is the pipe.”</p>
<p>As he said this, he gazed above the doorway and saw
a head looking out from the tent.</p>
<p>“Oh! My friends!” he cried. “Look at this place
behind you.”</p>
<p>When the two looked, they said, “Really! Friends,
it is he!” And all fled.</p>
<p>Then the young man leaped down and pursued them.
Two of them fell to the ground in terror, but he did
not disturb them, going on in pursuit of his father.
When the old man was overtaken, he fell to the ground.
He was terrified. The young man sat astride of him.
He said, “You have been very disobedient! Fill the
pipe for me!”</p>
<p>The old man said, “Oh! My grandchild! Oh! My
grandchild!” hoping that the ghost would pity him.
Then he filled the pipe as he lay stretched there and
gave it to his son.</p>
<p>The young man smoked. When he stopped smoking,
the old man said, “Oh! My grandchild! Oh!
My grandchild! Pity me, and let me go. We thought
we must smoke with you this last time, so we went
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</SPAN></span>
to the place where you were. Oh! My grandchild,
pity me.”</p>
<p>“If that be so, arise and extend your hands to me
in entreaty,” said the young man.</p>
<p>The old man arose and did so, saying continually,
“Oh! My grandchild! Oh! My grandchild!”</p>
<p>It was as much as the young man could do to keep
from laughing. At length he said, “Well! Begone!
Beware lest you come again and go around my resting
place very often! Do not visit it again!” Then he let
the old man go.</p>
<p>On returning to the burial lodge, he found the two
old men still lying where they had fallen. When he
approached them, they slipped off, with their heads
covered, as they were terrified, and he let them go
undisturbed. When they had gone, the young man hurried
home. He reached there first and after washing
himself, reclined at full length.</p>
<p>He said to his wife, “When they return, be sure not
to laugh. Make an effort to control yourself. I came
very near making them die of fright.”</p>
<p>When the old men returned, the young people seemed
to be asleep. The old men did not lie down; all sat
in silence, smoking together until daylight. When the
young man arose in the morning, the old men appeared
very sorrowful.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</SPAN></span>
Then he said, “Give me one of the robes that you
and your friends cut off and brought back. I, too, have
no robe at all.”</p>
<p>His father said, “Why! We went there, but we did
not get anything at all. We were attacked. We came
very near being killed.”</p>
<p>To this the son replied, “Why! I was unwilling
for this to happen, so I said, ‘Do not go,’ but you paid
no attention to me, and went. But now you think
differently and you weep.”</p>
<p>When it was night, the young man said, “Go again
and make another attempt. Bring back a piece for me,
as I have no robe at all.”</p>
<p>The old men were unwilling to go again, and they
lost their patience, as he teased them so often.</p>
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