I can work on old Gray Beaver, whose age makes him favor caution and peace." "An' while you are thinkin' it over," said Shif'less Sol, "jest remember that I'm a belt bearer who has traveled a long way, an' that I'm pow'ful tired; so I guess I'll take a nap." He rolled over on the softest of the skins, and was as good as his word.
In five minutes he was sound asleep.

Tom Ross leaned back against the skin wall and meditated.

Henry Ware arose and walked in the village; but the moment he stepped from the lodge, all trace of the white youth was gone, and he was again Big Fox, the chief of the belt bearers from the Shawnees.
The village was the scene of an active savage life.

It had been a season of plenty.

Game and fish abounded, and, according to the Indian nature, they ate and overate of that plenty, thinking little of the morrow.