We rode about 15 miles up the North Canadian River to where 
we came to quite an Indian village. Their huts were built of logs and 
were very comfortably fixed. As we rode in the camp I could see the 
Indians gathering from each cabin to one spot and we rode directly 
to where they had collected and I could see that there was much in¬ 
quiry about me and Bill and Henry Miller seemed to be explaining 
After about thirty minutes they seemed to be contented and we then 
unsaddled our ponies and staked them out, washed our faces in a small 
creek, wiped them on our bandannas and proceeded to the village. 
Bill and I were invited by Henry Miller into his cabin. There was a 
young squaw and two papoose who were Henry’s wife and children. 
She soon had us a very good meal and came to the door and said 
‘‘Chuckerway.” Henry arose from his seat and said,, “Let’s go to 
supper.” Henry led the way to a cabin about 40 yards distant which 
was scented with good things to eat and looked neat and clean. The 
chairs were homemade and so was the table. Henry’s wife served 
our plates with wild roast turkey which makes my mouth water even 
now when I think of it. It was stuffed with dressing made out of 
hammered corn, as was also the bread—but it was surely good bread 
and stuck to your ribs. 
Bill and I enjoyed our supper splendidly. Henry had regular 
tea cups and saucers, plates, knives and forks. He said, “We h’aint 
had these dishes long, but they are better than wood, so much easier 
to wash.” I replied to Henry’s statement, “This is white man’s get- 
up, it is all right too.” 
After spending a few pleasant hours talking with Henry we were 
showed to our bed. in a lone cabin that stood out in the open. 
During the night I thought I heard whispering. I shook Bill and 
whispered my suspicions to him. He listened for a minute or two and 
said to me, in a low whisper, “Some of the Indians are eavesdropping, 
no danger, go to sleep,” which I immediately did, as I had the utmost 
confidence in Bill’s judgment. 
The next morning after breakfast Bill, Henry and I took seats 
on some logs. The sun was shining and the day was beautiful, and it 
was not long till several other Indians came and seated themselves 
upon the same log on which we were seated. It was plain to see it 
was curiosity that drew them. To break the monotony Bill said, 
“Henry, get my friend some steel traps and he will show the boys 
some tricks about setting traps.” Henry brought out a bunch of traps 
and I proceeded to show the Indians how to make dryland set, log 
sets and tree sets and then took the bunch to the river and showed 
them water sets and how to make Beaver and Otter slides that resem¬ 
bled the slides made by the animals, and where to place the bait, I 
could see that the entire bunch of Indians were deeply impressed 
and I spared no pains in giving a full explanation, which was interpret¬ 
ed to the Indians by either Bill or Henry. It was nearly noon when I 
got through with my exhibition and could see plainly the Indians had 
begun to have confidence in me. Some of them had thrown a joke or 
two and Bill said that this was a sure sign of their friendship. 
After dinner the entire evening was spent sitting around on logs, 
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