Beckwourth’s speech dampened the mourning to some degree. He congratulated himself for having so deftly played on the superstitions of his people, implying to them that the One Above Person was the one who wished they rein in their warlike ways. It was by now his habit to play on them like this for both matters of importance and also for trivial matters for his own convenience. Such a trivial lie was that he said he could not eat buffalo tongue, because to do so would hurt his maxpe. Really, he just did not like it as it was customarily served: raw and the texture of India rubber.
maxpeOne day, Beckwourth went to Hunts Alone’s tipi and found his friend absent, soon to return. So, he waited. Hunts Alone’s wife politely offered him a meal from the stew pot. He found the stew to be perfectly
