The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 52, No. 51, Ed. 1 Tuesday, December 20, 1927 Page: 3 of 8
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daw?" was the semi-Sioux
greeting of the plump
little Scotch Canadian
mother as the sunny-
haired young laddie came running
Into the kitchen, where already the
porridge was cooked and the tea brew-
ing for breakfast on this, bis sec-
ond Christmas. She caught him In
her arms and tossed him high above
her head.
"Whose very good boy?" was what
Bhe bad said, partly in the language
she had learned from her husband.
His nurse had boen one of those
squaws of the picturesque type still to
be seen In Manitoba. In summer they
come, selling wild red raspberries or
chol e-cherrles; In winter, trudging on
sti.. hoes Into the village to visit
theU customers.
Hugging the little lad to her brenst,
the rosy mother half sobbed as she
tried to say it cheerfully, "Whose
oksheda washda daw?" Even as she
repeated the greeting, the door swung
open and a sudden gust of wind swept
the fine, dry snow, like biting dust,
into her face. Before her stood one
of these old In-
dian women, ap-
parently exhaust-
ed from a long
Journey through
the storm.
"Oksheda
washda daw?"
she gasped, then
continued In her
native tongue,
"Wlchyenno, you
speak the lan-
guage of my peo-
ple. You speak
the cry of my
heart. Last night
I rend it In the
rainbow • hned
streamers of light
from the north—
the night wind snng it—oksheda!"
The wrinkled old face twisted into
a pained smile as she sank In u heap
by the kitchen Are. A pit of paper
fluttered to the floor from her hand.
"The Great Spirit calls—it Is the end
of the trail," she whispered ns the
little mother bent over her, anxiously
chafing her hands. She saw the faded
old eyes suddenly brighten, then close
suddenly—It was the end of the trail.
"See, see." snld the little Ind, hold-
ing up the scrap of paper which hod
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fallen from the squaw's hand. Open-
ing It reverently, the Canadian wom-
an exclaimed, "My certel It's an ill'
wind that blaws nohody guld, sure
enough. Her oksheda!"
She rushed Into the living room,
where her "oksheda wechasta" (mar
rled boy) was lighting the candles on
the scantily decorated Christmas tree.
"Look, Itobert, on Christmas Day
it has come. The mystery and all—
see! It Is the oksheda's Christmas!"
she exclaimed, as site gave him the
crumpled paper to read.
Robert had been found when a baby
by a band of Indians. Only the old
squaw who had come to the end of
the trail this Christmas morning knew
the paper existed. All night long in
the blinding snow storm she had trav-
eled on her snowshoes—traveled that
she might find some one to whom she
could tell the story.
All these years she had guarded the
paper, which she could not read, feel-
ing that In some
way it would
bring good for-
tune to the ok-
sheda who had
seemed her very
own little, white
baby She had
loved him so.
She was afraid to
show the paper
to her people—
the paper she had
found hidden In
his clothing. She
was afraid she
might lose him If
they knew. Then
one day he wan-
dered out of her
sight and the M.
P. had found him by the lake alone.
No white man was found to claim
him. The Indians were afraid to.
Their white brothers would ask them
to explain and often their white
brothers did not believe. His foster
mother loved him; but she, too, was
afraid. So—she hugged the bit of
paper to her heart and kept silent
vigil.
The M. P. took the lad home and
hired an Indian nurse from the settle-
ment to care for him. Every summer
the old squaw came with her pall of
red raspberries, only to grunt her
thanks and look furtively about her
to assure herself that all was well
with the boy, then chuckle to hersolf
as she patted her breast where the
precious pnper lay. In winter she
would someUlltt look through the
open spnees in the frost-covered win-
dows to see the candles on the Christ-
mas tree and see her oksheda dancing
with Joy.
Then came the wedding, and for
three yenrs- she had not known where
to find the "okshedn wechasta."
The paper—ah, yes. It told who
Robert was. His father had been a
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second son from Devonshire, who had
sought his fortune In the great North-
west. It told how the young wife
could not stand the hardships; how
the father, too, had surrendered to
the storm-king's fury one Christmas
Eve; how he had cached his ricL find
under the rock that resembled tlie owl
near the source of the river; how ha
had wrapped his greatcoat about wee
Robert and prayed the Great Spirit
to save him.
"A great Christmas for us all, Rob-
ert; but It is the oksheda I'm think
lng of most. With the war come and
the business gone, there wasn't to be
much Christmas—but now! See, Iqd-
dle, the storm Is breaking; the sun
Is beginning to shine. My certe! My
certe!"
"There, there, lassie, here comes
the little shaver. Mind you don't let
him In here till I go to the store again.
There are toys and things to be put
on the tree. The way it's come to us
on Christmas, I know we'll find the
gold." «
When the snows melted they made
the Journey together. This year, as
usual, the oksheda with the golden
curls and the oksheda wechasta with
the black mustache are trimming the
gorgeous tree that stands in the bay
window of the beautiful farmhouse
near the river's source. The sleigh
bells JJngle merrily as the cutter
stops outside with a load of little In-
dim boys from the settlement, who
are brought each year to share the
festival of the "Oksheda's Christmas."
And down by the brink of the river ii
the rock that resembles an owl.
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Banger, J. E. A. & Erwin, W. L. The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 52, No. 51, Ed. 1 Tuesday, December 20, 1927, newspaper, December 20, 1927; Linden, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth340944/m1/3/: accessed May 21, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Atlanta Public Library.