Lost Indian Magic
"Your cooking, Mother Diz'-pah, does not give me strength enough to hunt."
There was louder laughter at this: for, in all Ah'co there was no better hunter than Kay'-yah, and Mother Diz'-pah was equally famous for her cooking.
She shook her gray head in pretended anger.
"If it is my cooking that has made you sad, then it must have been you who took the seed cakes that I had made for the corn festival!"
There was a shout of merriment at this, and Kay'-yah rose hastily, in pretended guilt, and left the group. He walked directly to the Medicine Lodge and, drawing aside the hide at its entrance, peered in. The interior seemed dark in contrast to the outdoor sunshine, and for a moment Kay'-yah could see no one. But a quiet voice spoke.
"Enter, my son, if it is Dee-nay' you seek."
Kay'-yah entered, and his eyes soon grew accustomed to the light within. The hogan was the largest in camp and its circular wall more smoothly finished than w