ing for the time. Blue Top, the second squaw, now came, and asked quite humbly what it was in the keeping of the cabin that she complained of?
"You don't shake the mats, or air the blankets and fold them, or sweep the floor, or dust the table and place it; and you let cobwebs hang all around on the beams, which is a scandalous sight, and let the dinner bowls be as filthy as a pig's trough."
Nattie paused to take breath. The youngest squaw had now joined her sister, and both stood gazing with as much surprise as their stupid faces were capable of wearing.
"All these things I shall write down to send to the chief, North Wind; he will be very angry, for he likes to have good care taken of his cabin; and he also wished me to be spared from much work, because my head is yet bad."
Nattie paused again, and looked at her auditors. The old man was speaking in a low tone to Pink Ear, who still toiled at the huge dinner pot,
