Free Growing Up Native American by Bill Adler

carry her. Then the four men left the tipi, with Waterlily riding high and looking a little bewildered. The spectators who jammed the entrance made comments in praise of her costume, but she did not hear them.
    Three other children whose parents were also honoring them were borne in the same way by their particular escorts to the ceremonial tipi. There they were seated in the honor-place andan immense curtain was held in front of them while the officials gave them the hunka painting: tiny pencil lines of red vermilion down their cheeks to signify their new status. They were now children-beloved. All their lives they would have the right to mark their faces in this manner for important occasions, and people would say of them, “There goes a hunka !” and that would be an honor. It would mean “There goes one whose family loved him so much that they gave a great feast and many presents to the people in his name.” To have something given away in one’s name was the greatest compliment one could have. It was better than to receive.
    When the painting was finished and the curtain removed, the spectators saw the four children sitting in a row, each one holding a beautiful ear of blue corn mounted on a stick. This was to symbolize the hospitality to which they were in effect pledging themselves by accepting hunka status. They were now of the elect.
    It was required of the officiant of every ceremony that he first declare his qualifications. Accordingly, the man who had been engaged to administer the hunka rite began by saying, “I have myself known this rite. And have ever striven to live up to its demands; all who hear me know that this is so. I have gladly accepted the obligation of hospitality. No one in need has opened my tipi entrance curtain in vain,” and so he “presented his credentials.”
    Then he sang a very holy song while he waved the hunka wand over the heads of the candidates to invoke on them a blessing. The wand was wrapped solid with ornamental quillwork, and long strands of horsetail dyed in bright colors hung from it. At the end of the wand was a pipe.
    After the song, the man offered a drink of water to each child and then withdrew it as they were about to take it, saying, “As you go on from here, there may be those about you who are faint and weary. Of such you shall be mindful. And though you would hastily bring water to your lips to quench your own thirst, yet you shall first stop to look about you,” and only then he allowed them to drink.
    Next he held a piece of food over incense and then cut it in two. He threw one piece in the fire and laid the other on thecandidate’s tongue, saying, “Whenever you sit down to eat, there may perhaps be someone waiting near, hungering for a swallow of your food. At such a time you shall remember what you have become here. And though you might be lifting meat to your mouth, yet you shall stop midway. You shall forbear to eat your food alone. Only half the morsel shall you eat, and with the other shall you show mercy.”
    This was all of the ritual; the feasts followed at the homes of the candidates. Rainbow gave some horses away in Waterlily’s name and provided much of the food, allowing the other relatives to share in giving it, for that was the way of the people—that all those families who belonged together help each other.
    Waterlily did not immediately understand what she had been committed to, but she would learn as time went on. She had been set apart as one of those who must make hospitality their first concern. Until she was a mature woman she would not be expected to carry on independently; till then, her mother and other relatives would carry on in her name. But the hunka obligation had been laid on her and it was a compelling thing. Its reward was high in prestige. The hairline stripes of red which she was thereafter privileged to wear were a sign of that.
    Immediately after the feast the