Their humility in asking for assistance contrasted strongly with the pompous begging of the men.

Late in a winter's afternoon, Wenona, wife of a chief named the "Star," came to my room.

Undoing a bundle that she took from under her blanket, she approached and showed it to me.

It was an infant three days old, closely strapped to an Indian cradle.

The wretched babe was shrivelled and already looking old from hunger.