Him followed, at a respectful distance, his squaw, a little woman not bigger than a twelve-year-old boy; and _she_ carried, first, a baby; second, three salmon, each of which weighed not less than twenty pounds; third, a wild goose, weighing six or eight pounds; finally, a huge bundle of some kind of greens.

This cumbrous and heavy load the Indian had lashed together with strong thongs, and the squaw carried it on her back, suspended by a strap which passed across her forehead.
When an Indian kills a deer he loads it on the back of his squaw to carry home.

Arrived there, he lights his pipe, and she skins and cleans the animal, cuts off a piece sufficient for dinner, lights a fire, and cooks the meat.

This done, the noble red man, who has calmly or impatiently contemplated these labors of the wife of his bosom, lays down his pipe and eats his dinner.

When he is done, the woman, who has waited at one side, sits down to hers and eats what he has left.
"Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow." Miss Anthony and Mrs.Cady Stanton have good missionary ground among these Indians.