made me more anxious as T had not seen a deer. As I was standing 
leaning againt an oak tree I saw a bunch running almost toward me. 
They had been frightened by Bill’s shots. They ran to the top v of the 
ridge where I was standing and all stopped and turned and looked 
back. At this I let drive at one and dropped him. Here they came 
right down the ridge toward me. I began to fire and as they ran I 
dropped another one and broke the hind leg of another. The one with 
the broken leg turned short and ran down the hill and in a few 
minutes I heard a shot in the direction in .which the crippled deer 
ran. I was sure that some of the Indians had shot my crippled deer. 
I took the entrails out of the two I had killed and sat. down for a rest. 
I saw a bunch of wild turkey. They were frightened and running 
scattered. One of them came within gun shot. I fired at the turkey 
as he ran but missed him and he flew away. Being fully satisfied 
with the two deer I had killed and judging from the number of shots 
that had been fired I was sure that we had each killed one at least 
and had all we needed. I walked back to where we had staked our 
ponies and found Bill, Pequay and one other Indian waiting. The first 
question they asked me was, “What did you kill?’' I said “Two deer.” 
“Pretty good,” said Pequay. “I killed one.” Bill said “I killed 
two.” The other Indian held up one of his fingers which meant one. 
We each then saddled our ponies and walked to where we had killed 
the deer—lashed them to our saddles and walked to where we first 
staked our ponies. When I returned I noticed that there was an 
Indian who had killed two wild turkeys. He could not speak English 
so we would carry on a conversation only by using signs. In a short 
time the bunch had returned with their game. There was seven deer 
and two turkeys. I would give anything to have a picture of the 
bunch. We proceeded home and when we arrived the deer and wild 
turkey was turned over to the squaws. Some of the meat they prepared 
for cooking and some they salted down. I noticed the squaws taking 
the brains from the deer heads. Pequay said, “Do you know what 
they are going to do with them?” I told him “No.” He said: “They 
will tan the skins with them. We don’t waste anything.” 
Afterwards supper was announced and the squaws had deer steak, 
corn bread and their tea. After supper when we had all taken seats 
and I had passed my tobacco around, the Indians began to throw 
■jokes at me using Bill for an interpreter. It was fine to see their mode 
of joking. Even the squaws threw jokes at me. One of them said to 
Bill, “Ask him if he has a squaw.” Bill translated her question and 
I told him that I had never had a squaw. She said, “I bet you have 
lots of squaws and also papoose.” I assured her that I had not but 
I could see the doubt in her eyes. We spent an enjoyable time until 
bedtime was announced. Bill and I returned to a small cabin where 
we had slept the night before. The cabin had one bedstead with two 
legs on one side and fastened to the wall on the other side. There 
Bill and I slept together. The next morning old Pequay came to the 
door and said, “You boys get up for breakfast.” Bill and I had 
overslept ourselves. 
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