Peboan’s teepee was sweet with the breath of the flowers, but Segun was gone. [[257]]
XI. THE ONE WHO LOVED HIM MOST
he Great Spirit whispered to the heart of a warrior that he must go and seek the Happy Hunting Grounds. His squaw shed many tears when he told her. His children wailed loudly, for they knew no one ever returned from that journey.
“We will follow you on the long trail,” said his squaw.
The warrior hid his arrows and his bow, put on the new moccasins that lay by his wigwam door, and started. Behind him followed in the same trail his squaw, his sons, and his dog. He sang the death chant, and their voices echoed the chant. The dog knew its meaning and howled for sorrow.
After a time the younger boy grew weary and hid himself. They did not miss the child, and he ran back to the wigwam, lay down, and fell asleep.
Soon the older son missed his brother. He said:
“I will go back and find Keweenaw. He is small; I will care for him.” [[258]]