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LAavucHING Boy 265 was why [ made friends with Red Man. He is not good, that man. He did not care if I were bad, he hoped I might be bad with him. I never was, but I kept him hoping. With him I remembered the ways of The People, I became quick again in their speech. He helped me much. He is not all bad, that man. ‘The People looked at me askance. I was a young woman living alone, they did not know how, so’ they made it up. They do that. Your uncle knows that talk. This went on for over a year. Then I saw you, and everything changed. I had thought I was dead to men, and now I knew I loved you. With you I could live, without you I was already dead. ‘I was right. Our way of life, to which you have led me, my weaving, our songs, everything, is better than the Americans’. You have made this. ‘I had enough, but I thought I could have bet- ter. I wanted it for you; you were giving back to me what the Americans had robbed from me since they took me from my mother’s hogahn. I thought it right that an American should pay tribute to you and me, I thought it was the perfection of my revenge. After what had happened to me, things did not seem bad that seem bad to other people. So I kept on. I did not tell you, I knew you would not like it.