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acquainted with you. For I was always thinking of you, especially 
at first. When I first stopped talking to you I was lonely,” I said 
to him. ‘‘Well, let it be, for we have each other nicely at last,’ he 
said to me. My, but he talked so nicely. I had been living with 
him for two years. I continued to loye him more and more as he 
treated me well. 
Soon we had another child, a little girl, but it died after it was four 
months old. Then they had me drink medicine so that I would not 
have a child again as they died when I had them. 
I never heard my husband speak crossly. ven when there were 
Shawnee dances * at night, he said to me, ‘‘ Have a fine time dancing.”’ 
“Well, I have surely found a man,” I thought. “‘If this (man) were 
to cast me off to-day, I should tag after him anyhow,” I thought. 
When he went to any place for a long time, I yearned for him. And 
I thought, ‘‘He has made me happy by treating me well. Then I 
began to make things for him, his finery, his moccasins, his leggings, 
his shirt, his garters, his cross-belt.*° After I had made finery of 
every kind for him, (I said), ‘‘These are what I have made for you 
as you have made me happy as long as I have lived with you, (and) 
because you have never made me angry in any way. ‘You must 
dance vigorously,’ I thought. That is why I made them for you.” 
“You please me very much. That is how I was told when given 
instructions. ‘If you live with a woman, if she likes the way you 
act and you treat her well, she will also care for you if she is intelli- 
gent. If she is immoral, you will not please her; she will only think 
of treating you meanly,’ I was told. Now I see what I was told,” he 
said to me. 
I had more and more charge over everything. It seems as if he 
was a good hunter, for he brought in much game when he went 
hunting. So we never were in want of meat, as he knew how to 
hunt. I was rightly married to him. I was married to him a good 
many years. Soon a drum was brought.’7 And suddenly he said to 
me, ‘‘If we join in (the ceremony of that) drum we might be wor- 
shipping.” We were just about doing it. I did not even think of 
divorce as I liked his ways so much. 
Soon he fell ill. I felt very sorry for him. I felt terribly. Soon 
he became sicker and sicker. I cried in vain, as I felt so badly about 
him. And he died.** Soon it was terrible for me. I undid my hair 
and loosened it. For several nights I could not sleep as I was sorrow- 
ful. On the fourth day I called the men. ‘You are to divide all 
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