She said: 'Brod! Brod!' "She learned that from the Germans in the settlement.

I shook my head.
Then she pulled out a big steel hunting knife, such as the whites traded to the Indians so they would have no trouble in scalping us neatly, and walked to the cradle.

She took that knife loosely between her thumb and second finger and holding it directly above my baby's face, she swung it lightly back and forth and demanded: 'Brod! Brod!' "If the knife fell, it would go straight through my baby's head, and Elizabeth was reaching her little hands and laughing.

There was only one thing to do, and I did it.

I caught that red-hot poker from the fire, and stuck it so close her baby's face, that the papoose drew back and whimpered.