Over to the Indian camp.

He bent over the Indian woman.

There is an Indian lady very sick.

The young Indian smiled reminiscently.

The Indian lay with his face toward the wall.

Uncle George and the three Indian men stood up.

Inside on a wooden bunk lay a young Indian woman.

He pulled back the blanket from the Indian’s head.

The young Indian pulled the boat way up the beach.

Dick Boulton came from the Indian camp to cut up logs for Nick’s father.

The young Indian shoved the camp boat off and got in to row Uncle George.

He brought his son Eddy, and another Indian named Billy Tabeshaw with him.

Ahead were the lights of the shanties where the Indian bark-peelers lived.

The young Indian stopped and blew out his lantern and they all walked on along the road.

Later when he started to operate Uncle George and three Indian men held the woman still.

The Indian who was rowing them was working very hard, but the other boat moved further ahead in the mist all the time.

They walked up from the beach through a meadow that was soaking wet with dew, following the young Indian who carried a lantern.

She bit Uncle George on the arm and Uncle George said, “Damn squaw bitch!” and the young Indian who had rowed Uncle George over laughed at him.

Nick, standing in the door of the kitchen, had a good view of the upper bunk when his father, the lamp in one hand, tipped the Indian’s head back.