That our way. All Indian understand. Attitudes toward women are those usually drawn by white writers. I go tell. The feast following the bear killing is a wild and barbaric event, half terrifying, half silly.
Squaws make feast with bear.
My grandfather says you come. They arrive at the village. Then he was aware of Indians. They sat silently on either side of the fire, their painted faces ghastly in the flickering light. Matt is welcomed.