Let him not be a girl, for very sad is the life of a woman.

Teach him to keep his eyes on the men.

Show him how to strike them that do him wrong, and let him never forget to return blow for blow.

When he goes to hunt, the flower of the Pale-faces," she concluded, using in bitterness the metaphor which had been supplied by the imagination of her truant husband, "will whisper softly in his ears that the skin of his mother was red, and that she was once the Fawn of the Dahcotahs." Tachechana pressed a kiss on the lips of her son, and withdrew to the farther side of the lodge.

Here she drew her light calico robe over her head, and took her seat, in token of humility, on the naked earth.