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The older boy shrugged as he bent down to pick up a long stick, "What do I know?" "What makes you say that? Did Mahpiya teach you how to make a sweat lodge?" "Yes." "Did he say it had to face the sun and be out of the shadows?" "Yes." "Then you are disrespecting his teachings by not correcting someone who is doing it wrong." "And what do you think Keewassee will say when I show him up in front of all his warriors? 'Thank you, meaningless worm. Without you, I would have looked li...ke a fool?' No. I think he'll skin my hide for the insult and wear it like a coat." Thathanka-Ska looked back at the man, who was now standing so close to Haienwa'tha that he was able to lay his hand on the boy's shoulder. The two of them were smiling and nodding. Telling each other secret things that only they knew. Things that made Haienwa'tha laugh and the older man smile, even as the sight of it twisted in Thathanka-Ska's chest like a barbed spear. "I don't think you're a meaningless worm," Thathanka-Ska whispered. "And I would not allow anyone else to say that, either. Least of all him." Lakhpia-Sha finished loading his arms up with sticks and said, "Stop being so dramatic. I just meant that it isn't my place to tell our new Chief what to do." Thathanka-Ska saw a large stick on the ground that was perfect for kindling. He made sure no one was looking as he stepped on it with one foot and kicked it with the other to break it in half. Once the pit was dug and the long sticks assembled to form a canopy over them, the men soaked their blankets in the water of the nearby stream and carried them back to hang them on the structure. A fire was lit outside of the lodge and several of the men threw large stones into the flames until they smoked and glowed red. They shoveled the rocks out of the fire and threw them into the pit inside the lodge. Toquame Keewassee watched all of this with solemn approval, and when there were enough rocks inside the lodge, he held up his hand to stop the work. "Behold, brothers. I go to communicate with our ancestors and seek their wisdom." He stripped out of his clothes and stood naked as Comee lit a bundled stick of sage and blew on it until it started to smoke. Keewassee held out his arms to let the smoke roll over him, then waved more and more of it toward him. He pulled back the blankets and ducked inside the lodge. All of the other men moved away from the lodge and sat on the ground, waiting for their leader to emerge once more. Thathanka-Ska leaned close to Lakhpia-Sha and said, "Did they do that correctly?" The older boy shook his head and said, "But maybe their way is just different than ours." Thathanka-Ska looked up at the sun, now fully in the sky. The makeshift sweat lodge was covered in shadows from the hills above. The wet blankets were starting to steam. *** For two hours the Pwatsak warrior sat within the lodge while his men waited outside. Some of them played games with stones in the dirt and others tended to their gear by sharpening their blades or re-tying their satchels. Thathanka-Ska was tired of sitting and he got up to inspect the camp. All of the warriors were hard looking men with battle-scarred torsos. He looked on in disgust at their rifles that were decorated with long wooden stocks decorated with locks of flowing hair. Black hair, Thathanka-Ska thought. Beothuk hair. There was a cart at the rear of the camp that he hadn't seen before, and the destrier it was attached to munched contentedly on a patch of tall grass. He patted the animal on its nose as he passed toward the side of the cart and lifted the blanket covering the contents inside. It was a cache of weapons. Not like the guns the men carried, but advanced rifles with electronic gauges and scopes. Boxes of grenades and rocket launchers. Thathanka-Ska whistled softly before he put the blanket back over the cart and headed back to find his brother. The men around the sweat lodge were in an uproar. Dark smoke was billowing out of the sweat lodge and small flames danced across the surface of the blankets that spread in the wind and flared. They could hear Toquame Keewassee coughing inside the lodge and several of the men tried to tear away the flaming blankets but could not get close enough. Suddenly, there was a crash of sticks and Keewassee burst through the side of the lodge, sending the entire thing collapsing onto itself. He rolled on the ground and burning bits of charred wood were stuck to his flesh that his men rushed forward to pluck off of him. As he laid there coughing and trying to catch his breath, he whispered, "I have passed the final test." He sat up and covered himself with a blanket and gratefully accepted water from one of his men. He downed the cup quickly and wiped his mouth, his face covered in black soot, but his wide smile white and pointed beneath it. "I saw your father," he said to Haienwa'tha. "He came to me and told me that I was to lead his people into the new lands, but that first I must prove myself to you. He reached into his medicine bag and cast fiery dust at the walls of the sweat lodge and he told me that I must escape unaided. It was Thasuka-Witko who started the fire, and it was he who showed me the way out." The men nodded and murmured to one another at Keewassee's words. Lakhpia-Sha looked to Haienwa'tha, who was also staring at the man with wide eyes. Haienwa'tha stood to his feet and said, "It is true. You are the one." "Yes, I am," Toquame Keewassee said. He held out his arms toward Haienwa'tha and said, "Come to me, little brother. Embrace the chosen leader of your people." Haienwa'tha stepped toward the man, lifting his arms to return the embrace when Thathanka-Ska shouted, "No!" He pushed his way through the crowd, yelling his brother's name, telling him it could not be true.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
The older boy shrugged as he bent down to pick up a long stick, "What do I know?" "What makes you say that? Did Mahpiya teach you how to make a sweat lodge?" "Yes." "Did he say it had to face the sun and be out of the shadows?" "Yes." "Then you are disrespecting his teachings by not correcting someone who is doing it wrong." "And what do you think Keewassee will say when I show him up in front of all his warriors? 'Thank you, meaningless worm. Without you, I would have looked li...ke a fool?' No. I think he'll skin my hide for the insult and wear it like a coat." Thathanka-Ska looked back at the man, who was now standing so close to Haienwa'tha that he was able to lay his hand on the boy's shoulder. The two of them were smiling and nodding. Telling each other secret things that only they knew. Things that made Haienwa'tha laugh and the older man smile, even as the sight of it twisted in Thathanka-Ska's chest like a barbed spear. "I don't think you're a meaningless worm," Thathanka-Ska whispered. "And I would not allow anyone else to say that, either. Least of all him." Lakhpia-Sha finished loading his arms up with sticks and said, "Stop being so dramatic. I just meant that it isn't my place to tell our new Chief what to do." Thathanka-Ska saw a large stick on the ground that was perfect for kindling. He made sure no one was looking as he stepped on it with one foot and kicked it with the other to break it in half. Once the pit was dug and the long sticks assembled to form a canopy over them, the men soaked their blankets in the water of the nearby stream and carried them back to hang them on the structure. A fire was lit outside of the lodge and several of the men threw large stones into the flames until they smoked and glowed red. They shoveled the rocks out of the fire and threw them into the pit inside the lodge. Toquame Keewassee watched all of this with solemn approval, and when there were enough rocks inside the lodge, he held up his hand to stop the work. "Behold, brothers. I go to communicate with our ancestors and seek their wisdom." He stripped out of his clothes and stood naked as Comee lit a bundled stick of sage and blew on it until it started to smoke. Keewassee held out his arms to let the smoke roll over him, then waved more and more of it toward him. He pulled back the blankets and ducked inside the lodge. All of the other men moved away from the lodge and sat on the ground, waiting for their leader to emerge once more. Thathanka-Ska leaned close to Lakhpia-Sha and said, "Did they do that correctly?" The older boy shook his head and said, "But maybe their way is just different than ours." Thathanka-Ska looked up at the sun, now fully in the sky. The makeshift sweat lodge was covered in shadows from the hills above. The wet blankets were starting to steam. *** For two hours the Pwatsak warrior sat within the lodge while his men waited outside. Some of them played games with stones in the dirt and others tended to their gear by sharpening their blades or re-tying their satchels. Thathanka-Ska was tired of sitting and he got up to inspect the camp. All of the warriors were hard looking men with battle-scarred torsos. He looked on in disgust at their rifles that were decorated with long wooden stocks decorated with locks of flowing hair. Black hair, Thathanka-Ska thought. Beothuk hair. There was a cart at the rear of the camp that he hadn't seen before, and the destrier it was attached to munched contentedly on a patch of tall grass. He patted the animal on its nose as he passed toward the side of the cart and lifted the blanket covering the contents inside. It was a cache of weapons. Not like the guns the men carried, but advanced rifles with electronic gauges and scopes. Boxes of grenades and rocket launchers. Thathanka-Ska whistled softly before he put the blanket back over the cart and headed back to find his brother. The men around the sweat lodge were in an uproar. Dark smoke was billowing out of the sweat lodge and small flames danced across the surface of the blankets that spread in the wind and flared. They could hear Toquame Keewassee coughing inside the lodge and several of the men tried to tear away the flaming blankets but could not get close enough. Suddenly, there was a crash of sticks and Keewassee burst through the side of the lodge, sending the entire thing collapsing onto itself. He rolled on the ground and burning bits of charred wood were stuck to his flesh that his men rushed forward to pluck off of him. As he laid there coughing and trying to catch his breath, he whispered, "I have passed the final test." He sat up and covered himself with a blanket and gratefully accepted water from one of his men. He downed the cup quickly and wiped his mouth, his face covered in black soot, but his wide smile white and pointed beneath it. "I saw your father," he said to Haienwa'tha. "He came to me and told me that I was to lead his people into the new lands, but that first I must prove myself to you. He reached into his medicine bag and cast fiery dust at the walls of the sweat lodge and he told me that I must escape unaided. It was Thasuka-Witko who started the fire, and it was he who showed me the way out." The men nodded and murmured to one another at Keewassee's words. Lakhpia-Sha looked to Haienwa'tha, who was also staring at the man with wide eyes. Haienwa'tha stood to his feet and said, "It is true. You are the one." "Yes, I am," Toquame Keewassee said. He held out his arms toward Haienwa'tha and said, "Come to me, little brother. Embrace the chosen leader of your people." Haienwa'tha stepped toward the man, lifting his arms to return the embrace when Thathanka-Ska shouted, "No!" He pushed his way through the crowd, yelling his brother's name, telling him it could not be true.
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