Use the text from American Indian Stories by Zitkala-Sato answer the question.
On our way I ran ahead of my mother and was reaching out my hand to pick some purple plums that grew on a small bush, when I was checked by a low "Sh!" from my mother.
"Why, mother, I want to taste the plums!" I exclaimed, as I dropped my hand to my side in disappointment.
"Never pluck a single plum from this brush, my child, for its roots are wrapped around an Indian's skeleton. A brave is buried here. While he lived he was so fond of playing the game of striped plum seeds that, at his death, his set of plum seeds were buried in his hands. From them sprang up this little bush."
Eyeing the forbidden fruit, I trod lightly on the sacred ground, and dared to speak only in whispers until we had gone many paces from it. After that time I halted in my ramblings whenever I came in sight of the plum bush. I grew sober with awe, and was alert to hear a long-drawn-out whistle rise from the roots of it. Though I had never heard with my own ears this strange whistle of departed spirits, yet I had listened so frequently to hear the old folks describe it that I knew I should recognize it at once.
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On our way I ran ahead of my mother and was reaching out my hand to pick some purple plums that grew on a small bush.
On our way I ran ahead of my mother and was reaching out my hand to pick some purple plums that grew on a small bush.
I dropped my hand to my side in disappointment.
I dropped my hand to my side in disappointment.
I grew sober with awe, and was alert to hear a long-drawn-out whistle rise from the roots of it.
I grew sober with awe, and was alert to hear a long-drawn-out whistle rise from the roots of it.
"Why, mother, I want to taste the plums!" I exclaimed.
"Why, mother, I want to taste the plums!" I exclaimed.
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