Eagle Two Eyes Sheltered himself the best he could for the night within a hilly out crop, covered with branches and a buffalo skin. He didn't attempt to make a fire, but this decision had more to do with shame than survival.
Being driven thus far, he could still see the small puffs of smoke from the chimenys of the wigwums in the distant mountain valley; and this made him colder than he really was.
He thinks of his beginnings....
A young apache boy of unbounding energy, darts among the steaming cooking pots being stirred by the women of the camp.
He's chasing the wild dogs, who reciprocate the chase. The women swat at them both as they would pestering flies. Their admonishments go unheeded.
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He stops and looks at the women with a wild and gleeful gaze.
The little dogs also stop, awaiting the chase to resume.
He gives a loud war hoop, he'd learned from the war dances, and resumes his play. The women mumble a curse and continue at their cooking chores.
He would play this way all day if allowed. But his father is returning from a hunt with his band, and calls out the boy's name.
He ladens the child's shoulders with a pole of freshly killed racoons, and orders him to the family teepee. The other hunters dispersed to their own wigwams, grateful of a successful hunt.
Little Eagle Two Eyes knows by the animation of the warriors that a celebration would be held that night. He carries the kill with pride, as his father trails behind watching the child's gait as he happily struggles under the weight of his burden.
He imagines him being a great chief someday.
' He is strong and large for his age. What's more he is inteligent.'
The women says something to the father as he and son pass, but he smiles knowingly and continues on to their teepee at the edge of the
camp.
His mother, it was said, gave birth to him while gathering wild onions in a field. The story goes, that at the time of conception, a great eagle lighted upon mother and infant. It stared into the mothers frightful eyes, then bent down and plucked up the afterbirth, and flew off. Thus his mother named him... EagleTwoEyes.
The young boys intuitions are correct, as the sun began it's descent, preparations for a celebration began to stir. In their teepee the child paints his face with the colors of a warrior. Though this is not tradition for a child of his age, his playfulness goes unnoticed. At the dance he takes his place with the other youths. They are too young to participate, but are spectators. Even though, TwoEyes dances with himself when it is time for the warriors to perform. His father who is one of the dancers, looks over at the assemblage of young boys and gives him a warning glance to sit and watch. He does so for a while, but as the dance intensifies, he resumes his imitation. He seems to have limitless energy and imagination. The tribe has learned to tolerate him as being unique.
Near the end of the dance the warriors, now in high spirits, bring the boy in their circle and encourages his excitement.