{"product_id":"2940013654372","title":"The Prairie","description":"CHAPTER ONE.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE ALARM.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhitewing was a Red Indian of the North American prairies.  Though not a\u003cbr\u003echief of the highest standing, he was a very great man in the estimation\u003cbr\u003eof his tribe, for, besides being possessed of qualities which are highly\u003cbr\u003eesteemed among all savages--such as courage, strength, agility, and the\u003cbr\u003elike--he was a deep thinker, and held speculative views in regard to the\u003cbr\u003eGreat Manitou (God), as well as the ordinary affairs of life, which\u003cbr\u003eperplexed even the oldest men of his tribe, and induced the younger men\u003cbr\u003eto look on him as a profound mystery.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIndeed the feelings of the latter towards Whitewing amounted almost to\u003cbr\u003eveneration, for while, on the one hand, he was noted as one of the most\u003cbr\u003efearless among the braves, and a daring assailant of that king of the\u003cbr\u003enorthern wilderness, the grizzly bear, he was, on the other hand, modest\u003cbr\u003eand retiring--never boasted of his prowess, disbelieved in the principle\u003cbr\u003eof revenge, which to most savages is not only a pleasure but a duty, and\u003cbr\u003erefused to decorate his sleeves or leggings with the scalp-locks of his\u003cbr\u003eenemies.  Indeed he had been known to allow more than one enemy to\u003cbr\u003eescape from his hand in time of war when he might easily have killed\u003cbr\u003ehim.  Altogether, Whitewing was a monstrous puzzle to his fellows, and\u003cbr\u003emuch beloved by many of them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe only ornament which he allowed himself was the white wing of a\u003cbr\u003eptarmigan.  Hence his name.  This symbol of purity was bound to his\u003cbr\u003eforehead by a band of red cloth wrought with the quills of the\u003cbr\u003eporcupine.  It had been made for him by a dark-eyed girl whose name was\u003cbr\u003ean Indian word signifying \"light heart.\"  But let it not be supposed\u003cbr\u003ethat Lightheart's head was like her heart.  On the contrary, she had a\u003cbr\u003egood sound brain, and, although much given to laughter, jest, and\u003cbr\u003eraillery among her female friends, would listen with unflagging\u003cbr\u003epatience, and profound solemnity, to her lover's soliloquies in\u003cbr\u003ereference to things past, present, and to come.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne of the peculiarities of Whitewing was that he did not treat women as\u003cbr\u003emere slaves or inferior creatures.  His own mother, a wrinkled, brown\u003cbr\u003eold thing resembling a piece of singed shoe-leather, he loved with a\u003cbr\u003etenderness not usual in North American Indians, some tribes of whom have\u003cbr\u003ea tendency to forsake their aged ones, and leave them to perish rather\u003cbr\u003ethan be burdened with them.  Whitewing also thought that his betrothed\u003cbr\u003ewas fit to hold intellectual converse with him, in which idea he was not\u003cbr\u003efar wrong.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47121214865648,"sku":"2940013654372","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013654372_p0.jpg?v=1763583551","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013654372","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}