MICHELSON. ] AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A FOX WOMAN. 321 
I lived outside for thirty-three days.” 
Then soon my husband began to act differently. He did not treat 
me at all the way he had done when he was acting nicely. The fact 
of the matter is that the young woman with whom I used to go 
around before I was married had been telling him something. ‘‘ You 
are treating her so well, but your wife formerly was the same as 
married to another man. (That is) what I know about her. ‘We 
shall never stop talking to each other even if we marry other (per- 
sons),’ they said to each other,” she kept on telling him. Finally he 
apparently really believed her. From that time on he began to 
treat me badly. That young woman was made jealous because he 
treated me well. That was why she kept on telling him stories. As 
for her, the men would not marry her as she was immoral. Finally 
(my husband) began to beat me.” 
“That is why I formerly forbade you to talk to any men. That is 
why I said to you, ‘You must talk only to the one whom you are to 
marry,’ my mother said to me.?*  “ Finally you will make your son 
angry if you are always having trouble with each other. Babies die 
when they become angry,” *’ I was told. 
Soon, when our little boy nearly knew how to talk, he became ill. 
I felt very sorrowful. Later on, indeed, he died. It is surely very 
hard to have death (in the family). One can not help feeling badly. 
“That is why I told you about it when you were both unfortunately 
frightening him,” I was told. ‘That is why children are not struck. 
One would feel worse if one had beaten (the child),” I was told. I 
felt worse after he was buried.*° The fourth day we fed those who 
buried him in the evening. We began to make every kind of new 
finery. After we had made it, I began to think over the one whom 
we should adopt. I thought of all the babies. I found one as if this 
way: “This one perhaps is loved as much as I loved my baby,” I 
thought. Then we adopted him, so that we in a way had a son. 
And then later on (my husband) became meaner. He was lazy. 
But my mother forbade me to be divorced.*t And soon my mother 
died. I was twenty-five years old. I felt terribly. I remembered 
everything she told me from time to time. 
And from that time I really began taking care of myself. It was 
very hard. Work never ended. (A person) could not just stay 
around (and do nothing). “‘Surely my mother treated me well in 
teaching me how to make things. What would have happened to 
me if I had not known work suitable for women? I should have been 
even poorer, if my mother had not instructed me,” [ thought all the 
