It's a great weddin'.

The Wild Cat is pirootin' about, makin' mean an' onfeelin' remarks, as becomes a widow lady with a knowledge of the world an' a bundle the size an' shape of a roll of blankets.

The two fam'lies goes squanderin' about among each other, free an' fraternal, an' thar's never a cloud in the sky.
"At last the big feed begins.

Son, you should have beheld them fool Osages throw themse'fs upon the Crooked Claw's good cheer.

It's a p'int of honour to eat as much as you can; an' b'arin' that in mind the revellers mows away about twenty pounds of beef to a buck--the squaws, not bein' so ardent, quits out on mighty likely it's the thirteenth pound.