like white women did, and that the Indians must do the cooking,
and do the work, while the squaws sat in the tents to be waited
on, and that they would never do another stroke of hard work that
an Indian could do. I never saw such a lot of scared Indians in my
life, but when the squaws put the butcher knives to their necks,
and looked fierce, and grabbed the Indians by the hair and looked
as though they were going to scalp them, the Indians agreed to do
all the work, and just then Pa and I came up, and the squaws
hailed Pa as their deliverer, and they fell on his neck and hugged
him, and they placed a camp chair for him, and put a tiger skin
cloak around him, and a necklace of elk's teeth around his neck,
and all kneeled down and seemed to be worshiping him, while the
Indians looked on in the most hopeless manner, and then the
Carlisle Indian came and said the squaws had made Pa the chief
squaw of the tribe, and that the Indians had agreed to do the work
hereafter. Pa counted the elk teeth on his necklace and figured
that he could sell them for two dollars apiece, and pay the
expenses of the trip. Then the squaws cut the strings that bound
the Indians, and set them to work cooking dinner, and it was awful
the way the spirit seemed to be knocked out of the Indians, just
by a little rising on the part of the downtrodden squaws. The
Indians cooked dinner, and waited on the squaws, and Pa and all of
us whites, and after dinner the squaws ordered the horses and the
squaws and us whites went off on a wolf hunt, with the dogs,
where Pa was to show his bravery to the squaws instead of the
Indians. The squaws gave Pa the old chief's horse, and the best
one in the tribe, and leaving the chief to wash the dishes, and
the Indians to clean up the camp, and clean some fish for supper,
the victorious squaws with Pa at the head, and the rest of us
whites on ponies, went out on the mesa and turned the dogs loose,