meat, talking their strange tongue, laughing, smoking tobacco, playing dominoes. Charging Elk liked the game of dominoes. He liked the feel and design of the tiles and he liked to pu t them together in the proper way. But the poker games were more exciting. He and some of the other performers played poker and dominoes every night in Paris after the evening performance. They weren’t supposed to play for money, so they played for matchsticks. Ten matchsticks equaled one centime. Late at night when they cashed out, some of the Indians went to bed with no centimes in their purses. When this happened to Charging Elk, he was grateful that the white bosses were sending most of his money home to his mother and father.
One night, not long after they arrived in Paris, Charging Elk and Featherman and three others were outside their lodge playing poker by lantern light when they heard a loud commotion across the compound where the wide trail from the arena entered the village. Several people were shouting and rushing toward the path. Charging Elk saw Rocky Bear and his wife come out of their lodge and turn to the sound of the excitement. Then Rocky Bear let out a great yell.
The young men scooped up their matchsticks and stood, watching a group of people coming toward them. Buffalo Bill was in the center of the crowd. He was wearing the fancy black clothes that the rich men of Paris wore in the evening, with a stiff white shirt and a little white tie with wings. His goatee looked yellowish against the shirt.
Rocky Bear and his wife were on one side of him, with big grins on their faces. On the other side, an Indian man, dressed in a rough suit, smiled sheepishly.
“Black Elk,” whispered Featherman. “It is Black Elk.”
Charging Elk couldn’t believe it. Even out at the Stronghold, the word had gotten around that Black Elk and three other Oglalas had been lost in Mother England’s home a couple of years earlier. They hadn’t come back to Pine Ridge with the other performers when the show season ended. Most thought they must be dead, that they had met a treacherous end across the big water. There were even ceremonies to release their spirits and people mourned them in the old way. And in a new way—In the white man’s holy house at Pine Ridge, where the white pejata wicasa, wearing his golden-and-white robes, said many solemn words about their lost brothers and sons. When Doubles Back Woman told Charging Elk about this ceremony, and praised it, he had become angry that she and his father had even entered this holy house, much less believed what the blackrobe said. He had ridden back out to the Stronghold and vowed never to enter such a flimsy house.
And now here was Black Elk, two years later, looking surprisingly thin and pitiful under Buffalo Bill’s arm. Charging Elk hadn’t really known Black Elk, who was three years older, because they had grown up in different places. But he had known of him when they were out in the buffalo country many winters ago. Both were boys then, but the three-year difference in their ages meant they played with their own peers. At the big fight on the Greasy Grass, Charging Elk had seen him and his friends wandering among the dead soldiers, looking for things to take. But after the surrender at Fort Robinson, he didn’t see much of the older boy.
The big fire in the center of the camp was built up and two women came with a large pot of coffee, which they put on a stone on the edge of the flames. Somebody brought Buffalo Bill a stool and the others sat on their blankets. It was a warm spring night and the fire felt good and so did the cool air on their backs. Charging Elk and the other young performers sat on the opposite side of the fire and studied both Buffalo Bill and Black Elk. The women passed cups of hot coffee to the leaders.
Buffalo Bill talked to Rocky Bear, glancing from time to time at Black Elk. He had a big voice that seemed to include all the Indians around the fire.
Rocky Bear turned to Black Elk and said, “Our leader, Pahuska, welcomes you back to his family. He has been sad these past two years that his brother has been lost. But he never gave up hope that one day he would find you. He was a great scout in his younger days and he had no doubt that he would track you down. But now it seems that you have found us. Welcome to our camp, Black Elk.”
Black Elk seemed almost dazed that he was sitting at the fire with Buffalo Bill and his people once again. He looked at all the faces as he thanked Buffalo Bill and Wakan Tanka for bringing him here. Then he said, “Pahuska knows that Black Elk is an honorable man who would aspire to become a wichada yatapika, perhaps even a wicada wakan. I have lived in the wadichu world for two years and I do not like what I see. Men do not listen to each other, they fight, their greed prevents them from being generous to the less fortunate, they do not seem to me to be wise enough to embrace each other as brothers. I have learned much from this experience, much that will help me teach our people the right road when I get back to my country. I am glad to see Pahuska and my brothers and sisters, but now I am tired of this land and my heart is sick for home.”
Rocky Bear translated for Buffalo Bill, but the showman seemed to have heard the gist of it in the Lakota tongue. He nodded at Black Elk and said, “Yes, yes,” as he listened. Even after Rocky Bear had stopped, Buffalo Bill continued nodding. Then he spoke more words in his own tongue, occasionally signing to Black Elk. He was a decent sign-talker and all the Indians watched for the signs. He made the sign for friend, for travel; later, he signed for big water and iron road.
Then Rocky Bear said to Black Elk, “Pahuska understands you. He too gets sick for home. This night he was with the big royals and the big bosses of this great nation. He drank their wine and ate their food, but all the time he thought of his home and his relatives at North Platte. But Pahuska is a big man too and he knows he must teach these French what the ikce wicasa are like. They have become too modern with all their powerful engines and big buildings, their fire boats and iron roads. Even tonight they boasted of their progress in the hundred winters since they killed their king and took over. They build their big iron tree so they can look over all that they own. They forget where their people came from; that they too were ikce wiccua in the long ago. Pahuska thinks Black Elk could help him teach them the wisdom of the simple life.”
Black Elk had stayed with the company for two sleeps. During that time he told the story of himself and his companions missing the boat home; then wandering around the big English town of Birmingham, until they took the iron road to London. One of the Lakotas could speak English and he found a Wild West show called Mexican Joe. It was a small show, but the Indians were paid in cash and got enough to eat. Eventually they came to Paris, then traveled to other cities in another country, then back to Paris. After a time, Black Elk fell ill and couldn’t perform any longer. A French family took care of him, but not before he almost lost his nagi. His body did die and he dreamed of many things that only the dead are allowed to see. He didn’t say what—only that he had journeyed home and had seen his mother and father and the pitiful ikce wicasa and now he knew how to help them to regain their dignity and honor. He didn’t say how he would do this, but the young men did not question the power of Black Elk’s death vision.
After a big feast on the second night, Buffalo Bill gave him some American frogskins and a policeman took him to the iron road to reach a place where a fire boat would carry him across the big water. He was subdued as the people embraced him but he looked happy. After having died, he was happy to go home.
Charging Elk stood and stretched. The rain had diminished to a fine mist and he felt that he should go down and scout around the harbor where the fire boats rested. Of course he didn’t have enough francs to cross the big water, but he wanted to see if any of them flew the flag of America. Now that his belly was almost filled up, his mind was clearer and he had begun to think of other possibilities. The boat they came to this land on was big, with many little rooms and the big ones that held the animals and equipment. There were many little nooks that might hold a man if he didn’t require much room. He would have to have food and water to last him many sleeps. But at night, perhaps he could stretch his limbs and relieve himself.
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