So had her tribe wailed in the olden days when warriors returned to the villages and told of their dead.

So had her mother wailed when the Great Spirit took away her first man-child.

So had the squaws wailed in their tepees since the land was young.

And the little black dog, sitting on his haunches before her door, pointed his moist nose into the sunlight and howled in mournful sympathy.
"Oh, my gracious!" Jean, usually so calm, flung a magazine against the wall.

"This is just about as pleasant as a hanging! let's saddle up and ride in after the mail, Rosemary.