Two Hawk Dreams by Lawrence L. Loendorf

Author:Lawrence L. Loendorf [Lawrence L. Loendorf]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction
ISBN: 9780803264885
Publisher: University of Nebraska Press
Published: 2014-02-05T00:00:00+00:00

Fig. 6

Mother looked at Two Hawk curiously when, for no reason that she could see, he suddenly said, “You’re right, Magpie, I can help her.” But as her son grabbed her arm and pointed toward the raft, she forgot the question forming in her mind and ran with him up the bank. When they got to the raft, Magpie had disappeared from his perch.

The logs of the raft were wet and slippery, and it took the combined strength of both mother and son to half carry, half drag it to the river. Quickly tying the rope to one end, they held on tight to the other and pulled the raft far enough upstream that it could float out into the water and down to the tree. When the raft was snug against the roots, Mother shouted, “Get on Pipit and we’ll pull you to shore!”

Two Hawk and Mother were straining so hard, backs bent and feet digging into the sandy bank, that they almost bumped into Blackie, who—careful not to get his load of pine cones wet—had quietly crossed the shallow channel and was standing watching them. Pulling the raft onto the sand, Mother helped the trembling Pipit to her feet. She wrapped her chilled daughter in her arms and held her tight, saying, “Two Hawk, take two bags off Blackie and dump out the pine cones. I’m going to tell you how to make a dress for Pipit.”

Two Hawk did as he was told and didn’t even shake his head or roll his eyes at the task awaiting him. Dump the pine cones? Make a dress for Pipit? he thought. Well, from now on, nothing will ever surprise me. When the bags were empty, Mother reached one hand into the little furry pouch that she carried around her neck and drew out a piece of obsidian. “Take this, Two Hawk, and cut three holes in the biggest bag. Make one the right size for Pipit’s head to go through, and two more for her arms.”

The blade was sharp and Two Hawk had no trouble slicing through the leather. The bag was instantly transformed into a dress, a very baggy dress. Turning it inside-out so that the sap from the cones wouldn’t stick to his sister, he held out his handiwork to his mother. Before you could say “jackrabbits,” the still-shivering Pipit stood before them dressed once again in buckskin.

Mother then said, “Now help me, Two Hawk, and we’ll make a shawl that Pipit can wrap around herself.” Mother took another blade out of her pouch, and she and Two Hawk each cut one long seam in another bag. She draped the leather rectangle around her daughter’s shoulders and under her arms. “There!” Mother said, with a satisfied smile. “As soon as we start walking, you’ll begin to warm up.”

“Shouldn’t we drag the raft back and tie it to the tree?” asked Two Hawk, as Mother was tightening the rope around the one remaining pine-cone-stuffed bag on Blackie’s back. “No,” she said, “we can leave it.

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