Sometimes for days he would be morose and gloomy, keeping beside his own tent and not mingling with the Indians.

At such times Myeerah did not question him.
Even in his happier hours his diversions were not many.

He never tired of watching and studying the Indian children.

When he had an opportunity without being observed, which was seldom, he amused himself with the papooses.

The Indian baby was strapped to a flat piece of wood and covered with a broad flap of buckskin.