Nodie was a generous person and every morning the squaws would line up, bucket in hand, waiting to get a portion of the skim milk. All, that is, except Suzy, reg¬ularly came with a container. Nodie would loan one, two, three pans which were never returned. Nodie had to trot after them. One morning at milk distribution time Nodie dispensed the milk with a free hand. "Good morning, Suzy, where is your bucket?" Suzy tossed her head indiffer¬ently, "Me no got bucket," she shrugged. "Hold out your shawl," Nodie commanded, a wicked gleam in her eye. Suzy obediently gathered her shawl into a 'basket' and Nodie poured the foaming milk into it. Shocked into action, Suzy bolted toward the teepee, wailing her surprise, followed by her brood of papooses, their hands out-stretched, trying to catch a drop or two of the fast disappearing beverage. Need¬less to say, Nodie had no more trouble with Suzie borrowing her pans. JOHN HEBER AND THE IMPUDENT INTRUDER One pleasant summer day Lucinda V. Robinson had prepared the noon meal and was waiting for the menfolk to come in from the field. The door opened and Lucinda took no notice for a minute, then glanced at the table to see a husky Indian youth bolting the food down, using his hands to dip into the bowls and dishes of food. She was enraged, frightened and apalled. Rushing to the back door she rang the 'triangle', a metal tool used to summon her men folk to the house when needed. She banged on the triangle until she saw John Heber running towards the house. The two entered and Heber looked with anger at the red man, snatching and eat¬ing everything he could get his hands on. Heber grabbed the intruder and propell¬ed him to the door but the impudent young buck braced his hands on each side of the door jamb and Heber couldn't move him. Aiming a swift kick at the young buck's posterior, he sent him flying through the door where he sprawled in the dirt. Jumping up he brushed himself off and sl¬unk through the bushes. The family was frightened of what this episode might bring--trouble, but the next morning, much to their surprise, the impudent youth's parents appeared at the door and thanked them for teaching their son a lesson. The little squaw smiled and said indignantly, "We glad you punish son. Papa spank, Mama spank, too. We good neighbors, no more trouble." With great dignity they turned and walked back to the Indian village. Little Soldier's attitude towards the settlers changed, and he became a good friend. He 32