Young Medicine Man

FRANCIS LYNDE KROLL
ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLES H. GEER
LANTERN PRESS NEW YORK
Copyright 1956 by Lantern Press, Inc. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOG NUMBER: 56-7625 PUBLISHED SIMULTANEOUSLY IN CANADA BY GEORGE J. MCLEOD, LIMITED, TORONTO MANUFACTURED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
To Alice, who, like Little Eagle, places the welfare of the tribe first. F.L.K.
While Little Eagle waited patiently in front of the tepee of Clawing Bear, the medicine man, several of his friends went past. Each of the boys was carrying a bow and arrows.
“Get your bow,” Angry Wolf called. “We’re having a shooting match.”
Little Eagle shook his head.
“I’m taking a lesson from Clawing Bear,” he explained.
“You can take lessons every day when we are in winter camp,” Angry Wolf pointed out. “Today Roaring Lion is giving some fine arrows as prizes.”
Little Eagle’s eyes gleamed. Roaring Lion was one of the best makers of arrows in the whole Sioux nation. One of them would be a prize worth more than a lesson. Little Eagle knew that there was little chance he could win one of the arrows. He was about the poorest shot among the boys in the camp. Still, this time luck might be with him. Certainly it was too good a chance to miss. He started to get to his feet to go with Angry Wolf, but changed his mind and sat down again.
“I have promised to take a lesson,” he said. “I’ll keep my promise.”