But Ta-Na-E-Ka was over. As I neare

But Ta-Na-E-Ka was over. As I neared home, I worried. My
feet were hardly cut. I hadn’t lost a pound. My hair was combed.
My grandfather met me wearing his grandfather’s beaded
deerskin shirt. “Welcome back,” he said in Kaw.
I hugged my parents. Then I saw Roger stretched out on the
couch. His eyes were red. He’d lost weight. His feet were bloody
and sore.
“I made it. I’m a warrior,” Roger said.
My grandfather saw I was clean, well fed, and healthy.
Finally he asked, “What did you eat to keep you so well?”
“Hamburgers and milkshakes.”
“Hamburgers!” my grandfather shouted.
“Milkshakes!” Roger said.
“You didn’t say we had to eat grasshoppers,” I said.
“Tell us all about your Ta-Na-E-Ka,” my grandfather
ordered.
I told them the whole story.
“That’s not what I trained you for,” my grandfather said.
“Grandfather, I learned that Ta-Na-E-Ka is important.
I handled it my way. And I learned I had nothing to fear. There’s
no reason in 1947 to eat grasshoppers. Grandfather, I’ll bet you
never ate one of those rotten berries.”
Grandfather laughed aloud! Grandfather never laughed.
Never.
“Those berries are terrible,” Grandfather said. “I found a
dead deer on the first day of my Ta-Na-E-Ka. The deer kept my
belly full.” Grandfather stopped laughing. “We should send you
out again,” he said.
Grandfather called me to him. “You should have done what
your cousin did. But you know more about what is happening to
our people today than I do. You would have passed the test in any
time. You can make do in a world that wasn’t made for Indians.
I don’t think you’ll have trouble getting along.”
Grandfather wasn’t entirely right. But I’ll tell about that
another time

ผลลัพธ์ (นอร์เวย์) 1:

Men Ta-Na-E-Ka var over. Da jeg nærmet meg hjemme, bekymret jeg. Mine
føtter var neppe kuttet. Jeg hadde ikke tapt et pund. Håret mitt ble gredd.
Min bestefar møtte meg seg sin bestefars beaded
hjorteskinn skjorte. "Velkommen tilbake", sa han i Kaw.
Jeg klemte mine foreldre. Da så jeg Roger utstrakt på
sofaen. Øynene var røde. Han 'd gått ned i vekt. Føttene hans var blod
og sår.
"Jeg gjorde det. Jeg er en kriger, "Roger sa.
Min bestefar så jeg var rent, godt matet, og sunt.
Til slutt spurte han: "Hva gjorde du spise for å holde deg så godt?"
"hamburgere og milkshake."
"Hamburgers!" mitt bestefar ropte.
"Milkshakes" Roger sa.
"Du sa ikke at vi måtte spise gresshopper," sa jeg.
"Fortell oss om din Ta-Na-E-Ka," min bestefar
bestilt.
fortalte jeg dem hele story.
"Det er ikke det jeg trent for," min bestefar sa.
"Bestefaren, lærte jeg at Ta-Na-E-Ka er viktig.
Jeg taklet det på min måte. Artikkel jeg lærte jeg hadde ingenting å høre. Det er
grunn til i 1947 å spise gresshopper. Bestefar, jeg vedder på at du
aldri har en av disse råtne bær. "The
bestefar lo høyt! Bestefar lo aldri.
Aldri.
»Disse bærene er grusomme," bestefar sa. "Jeg fant en
død hjort på den første dagen i mitt Ta-Na-E-Ka. Hjort Holdt min
magen full. "Bestefaren stoppet Ler. "Vi skal sende deg
ut igjen, "sa han.
bestefar kalte meg til ham. "Du skulle ha gjort hva
din fetter gjorde. Men du vet mer om hva som skjer med
våre folk i dag enn jeg gjør. Du ville ha bestått testen i
tid. Du kan klare seg i en verden som ikke var laget for indianere.
Jeg tror ikke du vil ha problemer med å komme sammen. »Den
bestefar var ikke helt rett. Men jeg skal fortelle om det
en annen gang