THE BASKET MAKER 



basket maker, sits by the unlit hearths of 

 her tribe and digests her life, nourishing 

 her spirit against the time of the spirit's 

 need, for she knows in fact quite as much 

 of these matters as you who have a larger 

 hope, though she has none but the cer- 

 tainty that having borne herself coura- 

 geously to this end she will not be reborn 

 a coyote. 



