instead of warning her about the shooting, I left without saying anything. So did she, after the next shot was fired, but she talked a lot, mainly about her hat & her frock and somebody else's peas.
As a matter of fact, the Squaws were disgusted with her for smoking a Cigarette in a long holder. Nothing suited them but the pipe. Half way between Good Hope and Arctic Red River, our next stop, we passed Chicago, not the thriving metropolis in the U.S.A, but a Fur Trading Outpost of the Hudson's Bay Company.
