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Title: Rainbow stories and Indian myths
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Caldwell, George W. (George Walter), 1866-
Subjects: Indians of North America
Publisher: San Francisco, Cal., Phillips & Van Orden Co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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Tomorrow I will choose ahusband. On the next day Mahalla met the Chief of the Hopi.He was small. He was thin. His smile was continuousand vacant. Him, she decided, she could not wed. She met the Chief of the Yumas. He was big, grossand fat. He was harsh and gruff. He was repellant.Of a certainty she could not wed him. How then, will the Princess be suited? the Fatherstormed. One is too fat, another too lean. One is tootall, another too short. One is too old, another tooyoung. Have done with such nonsense. You shallmarry. Choose a husband worthy of the daughter of theChief of the Sobobas. Have patience with me, my Father. It is a greviousquestion. Tomorrow I will choose a mate. That night Mahalla went into the wilds and called heranimal friends around her. When they had gathered sheaddressed them. My friends, I have loved you andserved you. Your intuition is stronger than mine. Giveme your council. Shall I marry the Chief of the Hopi ?A snarl of disapproval went around the circle. (68)
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(69) Shall I marry the Chief of Yuma? A fiercer snarlof disapproval. Will another come—one whom I have dreamed of?Purrs and bows came from the animals. The next morning as Mahalla was seated in front ofher tepee deeply pondering on the problem of her mar-riage, she lifted her eyes and beheld a stranger comingdown the hill in the pathway to her village. An Eaglefeather was in his hair. His robe, rich, but much worn,was of an unknown tribe. His face was eager and alert,his eyes those of a dreamer. When their glances methis face lighted in a smile and he quickened his pace. InMahallas eyes came an expression of surprise, then theysoftened and smiled. Her lips parted in a sigh, and sheheld out her hands with palms up. The stranger approached and laid his hands, palmsdown, upon hers. Long and intently they gazed into eachothers eyes. At last I have found you, he said, almost in awhisper. Long have I waited, she breathed in reply. Long have I sought you among all the tribes, but nowI am c

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