"What started my mind workin' on this here Injun question was somethin' that come up to-day," he said.
"John Big Moose bein' gone, you know, Mr.Sherwood writes me that Injun an' Whitey is t' go to school over to th' Forks.

So on my way back from drivin' John t' th' Junction I stops at that there temple o' knowledge, as th' feller says, t' prepare th' mind o' Jennie Adams, what teaches there, for th' comin' of this bunch of new scholards.
"Y' all know Jennie, old Hog Adams's daughter.

Th' one with th' wart on her chin, that was engaged for matrimoney to Sid Gilman till one day they was ridin' t'gether, an' Sid's cayuse slips into a gopher hole, an' Sid falls off an' sprains his ankle, an' lets loose such a string o' cuss words that Jennie--" "Say, Bill," protested Buck Higgins, "'f you couldn't shoot no straighter'n you c'n talk you'd be a mighty poor risk for a insurance comp'ny.

Nev' mind this here Jennie's history from th' time of th' flood.

Get down t' th' present day." "Well," Bill continued reluctantly, "I tells Jennie 'bout Injun an' Whitey's bein' 'bout t' be added to her string o' pupils, an' what d'ye s'pose she responds?
That there ain't nothin' doin' with Injun.