Summary: Attean came out from the woods.  Matt was still excited about the bear killing.  Attean came up to Matt and said, "Come to celebration." They left for the Indian village.

The Ceremony

I was sitting on the doorstep thinking of the bear and what I was going to tell my father.  Where is my family? What has led my father not to come? I have been asking myself these same questions frequently.

I was still jumping for joy at the thought of killing that bear.  I heard dry leaves crushed with someone’s or something’s feet.  A person with paint on his face started walking closer.  It was Attean! His hair was greasy and shiny.  He also had white and blue paint on his cheeks.  His black hair was shimmering.

"Why are you wearing war paint?" I asked.

"Not war paint. Bear ceremony.  We have feast.  White boy come."

This seemed like an invitation.  I accepted.  We started off to Attean's village.  We came to a river.  It was dark.  I could barely see Attean.  Then Attean motioned me to step in the canoe.  I got in.  Attean ran, pushed the canoe, and hopped in at the stern.   We were off downstream towards his village.

As we neared, I could see wigwams and smoke rising into the air.   We stepped out of the canoe.   There was a circle of men with headbands and feathers.  Some even wore English redcoats.  It appeared to me that it was a real celebration.