I guess child worship is the one thing that lasts through life, always remaining ideal, and never forgotten.

Years after my mother's death, when I was a young man, and had been down to Montreal and Ottawa and Quebec, I went back to Yellow Bird's tribe.

And it was starving, Pied-Bot.

Starving to death!" Reminiscent tenderness and humor were gone from McKay's voice.

It was hard and flinty.
"It was winter," he continued, "the dead of winter.