CHAPTER III.
BOY DAYS IN KANSAS.
During the summer of 1853 we lived in our little log house, and father continued to trade with the Indians, who became very friendly; hardly a day passed without a social visit from them.

I spent a great deal of time with the Indian boys, who taught me how to shoot with the bow and arrow, at which I became quite expert.

I also took part in all their sports, and learned to talk the Kickapoo language to some extent.
Father desired to express his friendship for these Indians, and accordingly arranged a grand barbecue for them.

He invited them all to be present on a certain day, which they were; he then presented them with two fat beeves, to be killed and cooked in the various Indian styles.
Mother made several large boilers full of coffee, which she gave to them, together with sugar and bread.

There were about two hundred Indians in attendance at the feast, and they all enjoyed and appreciated it.