He's got to provide the blankets, make good ag'in the household's hunger, an' see to it thar's allers wood an' water within easy throw of every camp he pitches.

Beyond that, however, the gent who's playin' the buck-squaw system don't wander.

When he's in camp, he distinguishes himse'f by doin' nothin'.

He wrops himse'f in his blankets, camps down by the fire, while his wife rustles his chuck an' fills his pipe for him.

At first glance, this yere buck-squaw system might strike a neeophyte as a mighty brootal scheme.