Uncle George gave both the Indians cigars.

Uncle George was smoking a cigar in the dark.

Uncle George sat in the stern of the camp rowboat.

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

She screamed just as Nick and the two Indians followed his father and Uncle George into the shanty.

I never saw this great-uncle, but I’m supposed to look like him⁠—with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father’s office.