Late in August Ooda with her father again visited the familiar places.
— Oh, Daddy, look here! — cried Ooda. Not far away a big Bear was sitting on a thick branch of a cedar. He was pushing and pulling the branches and ripe cones were dropping on the ground.
— Oh, here you are! This is our Ashkinjak-Shijdenga! Do you see his spot? This glimpse of sun? — said the father.
— Yes, I do, father! And what is his name now?
— Kusugtar. It means — “Gatherer of cedar cones” Isn’t he good at gathering them? Just look, he hasn’t broken a single branch. And he takes only ripe cones.
— Oh, Daddy, look here! — cried Ooda. Not far away a big Bear was sitting on a thick branch of a cedar. He was pushing and pulling the branches and ripe cones were dropping on the ground.
— Oh, here you are! This is our Ashkinjak-Shijdenga! Do you see his spot? This glimpse of sun? — said the father.
— Yes, I do, father! And what is his name now?
— Kusugtar. It means — “Gatherer of cedar cones” Isn’t he good at gathering them? Just look, he hasn’t broken a single branch. And he takes only ripe cones.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Bear (Other)
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