Indians at Home: the Essie Growl and the Water Growl
It all started with Frank Offield, when he came in with the milk. Milk is hard come by in the Indian country and we were very much set up when we heard the Offields would let us have some. Frank is a half-breed but he looks like a white man. He is the sheriff, Sam tells us, and therefore a very important person.
When we came in, we found Frank looking at the lumber Mr. Hilding had packed down for us. We were planning for a dining table and at least one extra chair, but evidently Frank had other ideas.
"Oh," said Frank, "I see you ladies have gotten the lumber for your Sunday-school benches."
We looked startled and said we had not.
"Who told you there was going to be a Sunday school?" we asked Frank.
"Why," said Frank, "over to the store everyone is talking about it, and the mailrider said he heard about it in Orleans. They think it will be a big affair."
We were trying to adjust our minds to Sunday schools when we noticed that Frank was looking gloomily into the fire. Finally he said that he felt pretty bad about the Sunday school but he guessed he had better not come. He and Luther Hickox had been looking forward to it all week, but if anything happened and someone got killed it meant a hundred dollars, and that was a good deal of money, and his