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I felt, also, that there was challenge in his attitude. He was bent upon compelling me to show him the wisdom of pictures. Besides, he had remarkable powers of visualization. I FELT ALSO THAT THERE WAS CHALLENGE IN HIS ATTITUDE HE WAS BENT UPON COMPELLING ME TO SHOW HIM THE WISDOM OF PICTURES BESIDES HE HAD REMARKABLE POWERS OF VISUALIZATION
know she is crying?" I interrupted. "You cannot see her face. Perhaps she is asleep." Sitka Charley looked at me in swift surprise, then back at the picture. It was evident that he had not reasoned the impression. "Perhaps she is asleep," he repeated. He studied it closely. "No, she is not asleep. The shoulders show that she is not asleep. I have seen the shoulders of a woman who cried. The mother is crying. It is a very great sickness." "And now you understand the picture," I cried. He shook his head, and asked, "The little girl--does it die?" It was my turn for silence. "Does it die?" he reiterated. "You are a painter-man. Maybe you know." "No, I do not know," I confessed. "It is not life," he delivered himself dogmatically. "In life little girl die or get well. Something happen in life. In picture nothing happen. No, I do not understand pictures." His disappointment was patent. It was his desire to understand all things that white men understand, and here, in this matter, he failed. E MOTHER'S HEAD IS ON THE TABLE AND SHE IS CRYING HOW DO YOU KNOW SHE IS CRYING I INTERRUPTED YOU CANNOT SEE HER FACE PERHAPS SHE IS ASLEEP SITKA CHARLIE LOOKED AT ME IN SWIFT SURPRISE THEN BACK AT THE PICTURE IT WAS EVIDENT THAT HE HAD NOT REASONED THE IMPRESSION PERHAPS SHE IS ASLEEP HE REPEATED HE STUDIED IT CLOSELY NO SHE IS NOT ASLEEP THE SHOULDERS SHOW THAT SHE IS NOT ASLEEP I HAVE SEEN THE SHOULDERS OF A WOMAN WHO CRIED THE MOTHER IS CRYING IT IS A VERY GREAT SICKNESS AND NOW YOU UNDERSTAND THE PICTURE I CRIED HE SHOOK HIS HEAD AND ASKED THE LITTLE GIRL DOES IT DIE IT WAS MY TURN FOR SILENCE DOES IT DIE HE REITERATED YOU ARE A PAINTER MAN MAYBE YOU KNOW NO I DO NOT KNOW I CONFESSED IT IS NOT LIFE HE DELIVERED HIMSELF DOGMATICALLY IN LIFE LITTLE GIRL DIE OR GET WELL SOMETHING HAPPEN IN LIFE IN PICTURE NOTHING HAPPENED NO I DO NOT UNDERSTAND PICTURES HIS DISAPPOINTMENT WAS PATENT IT WAS HIS DESIRE TO UNDERSTAND ALL THINGS THAT WHITE MEN UNDERSTAND AND HERE IN THIS MATTER HE FAILED
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