FASCINATION ABOUT INDIAN GRANDMOTHER STORIES

I'll do it for you." With a wierd tremor in her voice which I couldn't recognize, she answered, "In the event the paleface won't take far from us the river we drink." "Mom, who is this lousy paleface?" I requested. "My small daughter, he is a sham, – a sickly sham! The bronzed Dakota is the only real authentic gentleman." I looked up into my moth