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Stories - Children — The Childess Woman. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
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of the fire over the floor, calling to one another. Vukutu, Vukutu. They also come to mock me, said the woman, because I have no child to scatter the ashes. And she bent her head and weaved a new. Then one of the pigeons came to her, saying, make a wound in your breast and let the blood from the wound fall into this pot, covered over and there let it be for nine months. But when the nice moon is at the full, take off the cover and in the pot you will find a child. The woman did as the pigeon had commanded and for nine long months she guarded the pot which stood in a corner of the hut, wondering and turning over in her heart, the words which the pigeon had spoken.
When the nice months hung, a great golden ball in the heavens, she nailed before the pot and lifted the cover. And there was in lay a beautiful man child, stronger and fair than any baby born was in the crawl. While she knelt, the woman heard a sudden fluttering of wings and through the door of the hut, their flu in the pigeon. Wrap your child in blankets, it said. Wrap him up well and keep him hidden from sight that the other woman may not see him. Then the bird flew out into the moonlight and there came another saying, give your son food enough for a man that he may grow quickly. So the woman wrapped the child in blankets and took him to the back of the hut that none who passed might see him.
She gave him food enough for a man as the pigeon has said. And before the sunset on the next day, he had grown from a helpless baby to a youth tall and listen as a sapling. When darkness fell, the woman lit a fire in her hut. And again, covered her son with blankets, vitting him lie still, less he should be seen. That night, her husband returned from a hunting expedition. He was wary and sat down to rest while she made ready his supper nor did he perceive the boy who was hidden at the back of the hut. When the woman has served her husband, she took a portion and set it before her son, saying, eat this, my child. Who's childhood is this? Ask the man, to whom are you giving meat?
To my son, answer the woman. But you have no son, he exclaimed. Nay, but I have said she. The pigeons told me to draw blood for my breast and let it lie in a pot until it grew to be a child. I listened to their wisdom and behold, here is my son. The man was overjoyed and the woman rejoiced because her reproach had been taken from her. They lived together in peace and happiness until the end of their days, end of the childless woman by S.O.L. McPherson.
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