We left the quansa early the next morning before the sun was up to avoid any scouts that might have been sent out to find us.
We made a travois, a type of sled constructed between a framework of two poles, to bring back all the things the women wanted from the quansa. It was a lot. Dragging the travois made the trip back home longer and more dangerous from the scratches left behind from the poles. Onida and Mother walked behind sweeping the dirt with a branch to hide the drag marks.
Each night, we camped in the bush far from the trail we travel or the river we followed to avoid anyone who might see us. Any allusion of proper behaviour vanished by the second night as we bedded down with our women under the same furs.
It did not come as a surprise …show more content…
“If it makes you feel better, your mother has found a tub and has sent me for water four times since we arrived. I think she might be a duck.”
The thought of my father, the most feared creature in these woods, having the same problems as me, brought a smile to my lips. “What are we going to do?”
My father looked out over the lake where the frogs were croaking their mating songs. “I made the mistake of trying to tell your mother where she should live, I won’t make it again. I’m letting her make my place her home. I suggest you do the same. It will be worth it in the end.”
He was right. I had worked hard to establish my own household and win Onida. Not letting her feel she had a home wasn’t worth it. Besides, things could be worse.”
We sat there, talking about going fishing in the morning, women permitting. I then took my water skin and headed …show more content…
I stepped inside and placed the skin of water on the table.
I saw her laying by the fire on my bear skin. She had stretched it out in the centre of a ring of flickering oil lamps. She wore a smile and nothing else.
We had slept in each other’s arms on the trail, but it was always too dark in the bush to see her. In the morning, she was up and dressed before me. It had been the first time I had seen her without her clothes. Where or if she had hung up her robes, I could not say. My eyes simply refused to look away from her beauty.
She walked towards me. “I want a baby.”
“A baby?” I intended it to be more of a statement than a question but at that moment, I had little control over my voice.
“Why yes.” She began to loosen my robes. “This is a big place and if we are going to fill it with children we have to start soon.”
The lair was big enough for thirty people. If she planned to fill it, we would need to enlist the help of our grandchildren; however, I resolved to give it my best effort.
I said nothing and let her drag me to the bearskin. Father was right; it was worth letting my raven
We made a travois, a type of sled constructed between a framework of two poles, to bring back all the things the women wanted from the quansa. It was a lot. Dragging the travois made the trip back home longer and more dangerous from the scratches left behind from the poles. Onida and Mother walked behind sweeping the dirt with a branch to hide the drag marks.
Each night, we camped in the bush far from the trail we travel or the river we followed to avoid anyone who might see us. Any allusion of proper behaviour vanished by the second night as we bedded down with our women under the same furs.
It did not come as a surprise …show more content…
“If it makes you feel better, your mother has found a tub and has sent me for water four times since we arrived. I think she might be a duck.”
The thought of my father, the most feared creature in these woods, having the same problems as me, brought a smile to my lips. “What are we going to do?”
My father looked out over the lake where the frogs were croaking their mating songs. “I made the mistake of trying to tell your mother where she should live, I won’t make it again. I’m letting her make my place her home. I suggest you do the same. It will be worth it in the end.”
He was right. I had worked hard to establish my own household and win Onida. Not letting her feel she had a home wasn’t worth it. Besides, things could be worse.”
We sat there, talking about going fishing in the morning, women permitting. I then took my water skin and headed …show more content…
I stepped inside and placed the skin of water on the table.
I saw her laying by the fire on my bear skin. She had stretched it out in the centre of a ring of flickering oil lamps. She wore a smile and nothing else.
We had slept in each other’s arms on the trail, but it was always too dark in the bush to see her. In the morning, she was up and dressed before me. It had been the first time I had seen her without her clothes. Where or if she had hung up her robes, I could not say. My eyes simply refused to look away from her beauty.
She walked towards me. “I want a baby.”
“A baby?” I intended it to be more of a statement than a question but at that moment, I had little control over my voice.
“Why yes.” She began to loosen my robes. “This is a big place and if we are going to fill it with children we have to start soon.”
The lair was big enough for thirty people. If she planned to fill it, we would need to enlist the help of our grandchildren; however, I resolved to give it my best effort.
I said nothing and let her drag me to the bearskin. Father was right; it was worth letting my raven