But he may have had a tender spot, somewhere, which entitled him to his name, and he was certainly very willing to talk to us, to the extent of his ability, which was not very great.

We managed, however, to have some interesting, though rather choppy, conversations.
There was another fellow, a young chief, called Crowded Owl, that we liked better than any of the others, although we couldn't talk to him at all.

He was not much older than I was, and so seemed to take to us.

He would walk all around with us, and point out things.

We had bought some sea-beans of him, and it may be that he hoped to sell us some more.