EVERYTHING ABOUT INDIAN CHILDHOOD STORIES

I will do it to suit your needs." With a strange tremor in her voice which I could not realize, she answered, "If your paleface would not just take from us the river we drink." "Mother, who Is that this poor paleface?" I asked. "My tiny daughter, he is a sham, – a sickly sham! The bronzed Dakota is the one authentic gentleman." I appeared up into