But I remember, when I told the chief that there was a whole lot of you chaps studying to be missionaries, he laughed and rubbed his hands, and ordered the old woman to plant more horseradish and onions the following year.

He was a forehanded kind of a man for a mere pagan.

He said that if they would only give his tribe time, if they would send him along the supplies regular, so's not to glut the market, they could put away the entire clergy of the United States and half the deacons without an effort.

He was nibbling at a missionary-bone when he spoke, and the old woman was making a new club out of another one.

They are an economical people.