BEAR'S-HEART "MAKES TALK"
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Ugh! He spit all-tam'!—Got-um sick on lung, an' hot on cheek;Got-um eye she blaze lak wildcat! . . .W'y should be dose t'ing?Slowly andbrokenly with anote of irony.Ugh! Go w'ite man's town: He got-um plenty grub;Hees belly laugh wit' grub!W'y should be diff'rence, ha-aaah?Mebbe w'ite man's God he want-um diff'rence! Ugh!Mebbe Má-ni-dó no lak-um Eenzhun chil'en! Hah!Mebbe Má-ni-dó forget-um Eenzhun chil'en! Ugh!Mebbe so! Mebbeso!. . .
With dramaticforce
Mebbe no!Look-um straight!Talk-um straight!Ai-yee! Keétch-ie Má-ni-dóHe no forget-um 'Cheebway Eenzhun!Eenzhun chil'en, good chil'en!Big Spirit lak-um Eenzhun chil'enSlowly, withsubtle changesof emotionfrom humorand irony tosarcasm andbitterness.Jus' so much he lak-um Long-Knife. (Ho! Ho! How! How!)Inspector Taylo',In council of olden tam'De Long-Blade stick-um hand on Big-Black-Book,An' raise-um oder hand to sky an' say:"All dose t'ing on treaty-paper sure will be!"
Mebbe. . . .Mebbe. . . .
