50/52 The demands of Shyuamo hanutsh were completely forgotten. The owl's feathers had monopolized the attention and the thoughts of every one in the room. He threw a glance at his colleagues, who understood it, and rose also. Then the great medicine-man spoke in a hollow tone,-- "We will go now. We shall speak to our father the Hotshanyi, that he may help us to consult Those Above. |