Credits
Writer(s):
Gaylord Du Bois
Penciller(s):
Morris Gollub
Inker(s):
Morris Gollub
Colorist(s):
?
Letterer(s):
Typeset
Subject Matter
Genres:
western
Character(s):
Badger Cub; Little Doe; Auntie Crowfoot; Pawnee Chief War Eagle
Synopsis:
Those little rascals of the Pawnee village, Badger Cub and Little Doe, play mischief with Auntie Crowfoot at her labors, as Badger Cub shoots a blunt arrow, knocking over her water gourd for target practice. In her ire, Auntie Crowfoot gives chase. They elude her, and Badger Cub continues target practice, knocking down a cottontail. They come upon a dead rattler, trampled by the hooves of a mare, herself dead of snake-bite; and her colt who will not desert his mother's carcass. The children attempt to catch him, and, with a rope Little Doe braids with the hair from the mare's tail and mane, Badger Cub lassos the colt in a dead-end arroyo, and mounts him. Little Doe takes her turn astride the colt. Badger Cub hears a whinny, climbs the arroyo bank, and espies three Sioux scouts riding their way. He sends Little Doe on the colt, galloping home along the arroyo to warn War Eagle. The head-start enables her to leave the pursuing Sioux scouts far behind. They seek out Badger Cub, and catch sight of him, but he escapes into a cave hole, and propitiates (with the cottontail) a mama bear and her cubs. One of the Sioux peers into the hole, and Badger Cub shoots his forehead with another of those blunt arrows. The Sioux shrieks in pain, provoking the mama bear to lunge, defending the cave entrance. The retreating scout and his companions attempt to smoke Badger Cub out of the hole: they toss a torch of burning grass in the narrow cave opening. The flaming grass hits the bear, who comes out charging. The Sioux run for their horses, but the horses are already on the run from the bear, who kills two of the Sioux scouts. The third Sioux escapes. Badger Cub's father, Pawnee Chief War Eagle, rides up with a compliment of his warriors. Badger Cub tells his tale, and asks if he can use sharp arrows, now. "Yes, my son, you may use sharp hunting arrows now -- so long as you keep out of sight of Auntie Crowfoot."
Reprinting
Reprint Notes:
Miscellaneous
Pages:
11
Notes:
Pencils and inks credits for this sequence from Alberto Becattini (May 14, 2007).