But they are as jealous of each other as if they had just turned seventeen, and their lord and master were twenty instead of fifty.

Not a day passes that they do not quarrel, and fight too.

They throw at each other whatever is most convenient, and sticks of wood are always at hand.

And then, the sons of each wife take a part in the battle; they first fight for their mothers, and then for themselves--so that the chief must have been reduced to desperation long ago if it were not for his pipe and his philosophy.

Good Road's second wife has Chippeway blood in her veins.