And then Injun spoke, he who rarely talked, save in monosyllables.
"When owl sleep; when thunder don't beat drum; when wind don't make noise like big whistle; when trees stand straight up and don't bend; when everything quick is in hole; when Great Spirit he make sign and everybody him sleep--then I hear my papa tell story about my mamma's brother; how he get 'um fingers worn off on end.

My mamma's brother him great buck; call him 'buck' when him brave, before him made Chief.
"My mamma's brother him know white man scout, great friend my mamma's brother.

Him talk Indian talk, just like Sioux.

My mamma's brother friend him work for army; him watch when Indian go on war path.

Him good man.