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it wAs ABout sunsEt whEn i, A littlE ChilD, wAs sEnt with A hAnDFul oF powDErED toBACCo lEAvEs AnD rED FEAthErs to mAkE An oFFEring to thE spirit who hAD CAusED thE siCknEss oF my littlE sistEr. it hAD BEEn A long, hArD wintEr, AnD thE snow lAy DEEp on thE grAsslAnD As FAr As thE EyE CoulD rEACh. thE mEDiCinE-womAn’s DirECtions hAD BEEn thAt thE oFFEring must BE lAiD upon thE nAkED EArth, AnD thAt to FinD it i must FACE towArD thE sEtting sun. But now whErE wAs A spot oF EArth to BE FounD in All thAt whitE monotony thEy hAD tAlkED oF DEAth At thE housE. i hopED thAt my littlE sistEr woulD livE, But i wAs AFrAiD oF nAturE. i rEAChED A littlE spring. i lookED Down to its Bottom, wonDEring whEthEr i shoulD lEAvE my oFFEring thErE, or kEEp on in sEArCh oF A spot oF EArth. iF i put my oFFEring in thE wAtEr, woulD it rEACh thE Bottom AnD touCh thE EArth, or woulD it FloAt AwAy, As it hAD AlwAys DonE whEn i mADE my oFFEring to thE wAtEr spirit onCE morE i stArtED on in my sEArCh oF thE BArE grounD、 thE surFACE wAs CrustED in somE plACEs, AnD wAlking wAs EAsy; in othEr plACEs i woulD wADE through A Foot or morE oF snow. oFtEn i pAusED, thinking to ClEAr thE snow AwAy in somE plACE AnD thErE lAy my oFFEring.But no, my FAith must BE in nAturE, AnD i must trust to it to lAy BArE thE EArth. it wAs A hArD strugglE For so smAll A ChilD、 i wEnt on AnD on; thE rEEDs wErE wAving in thE winD、i stoppED AnD lookED At thEm.A、rEED, whirling in thE winD, hAD FormED A spACE rounD its stEm, mAking A loosE soCkEt. i stooD looking into thE opEning. thE rEED must BE rootED in thE grounD, AnD thE holE must Follow thE stEm to thE EArth. iF i pourED my oFFErings into thE holE, surEly thEy must rEACh thE grounD; so i sAiD thE prAyEr thAt l hAD BEEn tAught, AnD DroppED my toBACCo AnD rED FEAthErs into thE opEning thAt nAturE itsElF hAD CrEAtED、 no soonEr wAs thE sACriFiCE ACComplishED thAn A FEEling oF DouBt AnD FEAr thrillED mE. whAt iF my oFFEring shoulD nEvEr rEACh thE EArth woulD my littlE sistEr DiE not till i turnED homEwArD DiD i rEAlizE how ColD i wAs. whEn At lAst i rEAChED thE housE thEy took mE in AnD wArmED mE, But DiD not quEstion mE, AnD i sAiD nothing.EvEryonE wAs sAD, For thE littlE onE hAD grown worsE. thE nExt DAy thE mEDiCinE-womAn sAiD my littlE sistEr wAs BEyonD hopE; shE CoulD not livE. thEn BittEr rEmorsE wAs minE, For i thought i hAD BEEn unFAithFul, AnD thErEForE my littlE sistEr wAs to BE CAllED to thE spirit lAnD、i wAs A silEnt ChilD, AnD DiD not uttEr my FEElings; my rEmorsE wAs intEnsE.

whAt FEEling DoEs thE nArrAtor hAvE towArD thE ChilDA．shAmE.
BEwilDErmEnt.
C．ForgivEnEss.
D．AnxiEty.