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The urn is hissing angrily, and breathing forth defiance with all his might. It is evidently possessed with the belief that the teapot has done it some mortal injury, and is waging on it war to the knife. "That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it." "You may," says Mona, bracing herself for the ordeal..
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"What has he done?" asks Geoffrey, somewhat bewildered and greatly distressed at her apparent grief. Whereupon Jack Rodney instantly conceives a sudden and uncalled for dislike towards the man in question. The stories about this Old Man are told by the Blackfeet for entertainment rather than with any serious purpose, and when that part of the story is reached where Old Man is in some difficulty which he cannot get out of, the man who is telling the story, and those who are listening to it, laugh delightedly. It was the law that the building of the Medicine Lodge must always be pledged by a good woman. If a woman had a son or a husband away at war and feared that he was in danger, or if she had a child that was sick and might die, she might pray for the safety of the one she loved, and promise that if he returned or recovered she would build a Medicine Lodge. This pledge was made in a loud voice, publicly, in open air, so that all might know the promise had been made..
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