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MICHELSON. ] AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A FOX WOMAN. ee 
while. Whenever I made anything I surely was given clothing to 
wear in exchange. And when I made something, I gave it away. In 
the spring when I planted anything I attended to it carefully. Surely 
I cooked it when it grew. In winter I did not lack things to cook 
And my husband did nothing but act meanly. When there was a 
dance he would not allow me to go and see it. Soon I thought, 
“Well, now that my mother has gone, this fellow treats me meanly. 
It was because my mother forbade me to become a divorcée that (I 
allowed) this fellow to ill-treat me. Besides I do not love him. Now 
no one would scold me. And I love the other one. I hate this one.” 
I began to see dances in spite (of what he had said). He was fearfully 
angry. ‘‘It’s because you may see that man is why you are perverse 
in going there,” he said tome. “I want to see him,’’ I would say to 
him. I began to chase him away. 
“You may marry other (women) who are quiet (i.e., moral). We 
shall never be able to live nicely together. While I was living 
quietly (i. e., morally) with you, you began to act badly. And it was 
not my idea to live with you. It was because I was told. I suppose 
I was permitted so that you would treat me well and not abuse me. 
So now we will be divorced. Youmust go. You could have behaved 
nicely if you had wished us to live together always. You might have 
been working quietly so that we should not be poor. You know how 
I have been doing. I have been working quietly. And you without 
reason began to be jealous. I have not talked to any one as long as 
we have been living together. But now we must surely be divorced,”’ 
I said to him. 
“Truly from now on I shall stop acting that way. I shall begin to 
treat you nicely. And I shall work diligently. I shall not be able 
to refuse what you ask me. From now on you shall have control of 
what we shall continue to do,” he said to me. ‘No, I shall not 
believe you though you may do your best to speak nicely. You have 
ill-treated me too long,” I said to him. I was not able to chase him 
away. As I was leaving he came and seized me. “‘ Believe me,’’ he 
said tome. ‘No, indeed,’ I said to him. He held me there. ‘You 
are not going off any place,” he said to me. I cried bitterly and he 
let me go. 
I went where my uncle (mother’s brother) lived and slept there.** 
The next day my uncle said to me, ‘‘It is strange that you came and 
slept with us. Something has happened to you.’ ‘‘My husband 
treats me yery badly. That is why I was unwilling (to keep on living 
with him),”’ I said to him. ‘It is known broadcast that he abuses 
