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disappointed, as Imdashanqua and
Chicamiqua, grandchildren Of the
great chief, offered to be my guides
through the woods to the home Of
Charles Bundy, whom the children
said the white people call their cou
sin.
just Relatives
"Why don't you call Mr.. Bundy
your cousin?" I asked
ooh, Indians do not count rela-
ives as the white people do said
little ChicamiqLa in very correct
English.
Indians just say people belong 20
their family and do not keep track
Of the exact relationship. My mother
is my mother but Indians do not call
her father my grandpa. He is simply
my mothers father. We were
brought up among the white people
though so we always cali mothers
mother grandma
After walking two miles through
the woods we reached the Charles
Bundy home on the bank Of a creek
b 1 compared the surroundings with
those of a city. Here was quiet, and
what to many a white woman Woulf
be loneliness. Mrs. Bundy, told me
about the bows and arrows her hus-
band makes for a school in the east
"Arrys," she calls then.
vs. Cure for Lonliness
- I asked her if she was ever lonely.
rob. sometimes, but then he tells
me to watch him and he shoots his
AIRY way up high in the air to make
me laugh and sometimes he stands
here on the porch and I watch him
hit that mark on the stable door.
Every time he hits it can tell even
in the dark by the way it gtngles
and then I laugh and get over my
loneliness. I wish he were homes'
AS she spoke her face showed
how proud she was of her Indian
man. I looked at her hoping she
would tell me more. Surely, l.
unused, she had found in life some
thing which many have missed.
Soon 1 babe her and the children
goodby, but as climbed the hill to
the main road r turned for a last
look at the little Indian home and
at the woman who had said that
when she was lonesome her husband
shot an arrow into the air to make
her laugh. Would it be better I
Wondered if white women were that
easily pleased and husbands so
willing to strive to bring the smile
to their faces?
A Real Medicine Man
I had asked the Indian children
il there were any medicine men liv-
ing in the locality.
The chief makes all kinds of
medicine, but the real medicine man
lives over there" they replied, point
ing in the direction of the main
highway
Soon I saw a woman in the dis
lance and went to her. She was
part Indian and was huting herbs.
Here and there were little piles of
what looked like weeds to my in
experienced eye.
DO you make medicine?" I asked
mo, but my husband does and
sometimes when I am alone and he
tells me the herbs are ripe, 1 come
out into the woods to hunt the diff
ferent kinds for him.
Those in that pile go into the
medicine for cancer and those are
for sugared kidneys. He puts
twenty different kinds Of herbs in
that medicine but 1 am part white
and I never learned them ALL" she
explained.
Cure for Cancer?
~ I looked at the roots. Don't In
dams have cancers?" I asked.
mo, not real Indians. When they
lived in tribes and each tribe had its
medicine man and they were able to
wander over the land and get plenty
OF herbs you never heard of cancer
cor kidney trouble among them.
"a ut is only since the Indians have
become scattered and inter-married