Nothing for the fairly gifted mind to react upon. Memory, individual observation, hearsay, superstition are all that is left for them to mould over. No wonder they do not progress. All is emotion, one way or the other. Strip off the outer bark and then peel off the inner in thin shavings and then dry it by the fire.
Wife chops it with a hatchet on a cloth - made from dogwood and willow.
The tents put up by women - three poles securely tied together a few feet from the top and set up at first a tripod. The tent cover is cut circular and opens at one side where the flap is cut which forms the chimney. The entrance about three feet high. Corn gathered in the hard milk, a little too hard for our cooking but not ripe, then pull back the husk, and braid the husk and stalk and dry it. When they eat it they thrust a sharp stick down the cob, hold it on the coals and roast it.