Experiences--Church Building Fund--Death--
Ploughing--An Indian Function--Camp-
NOVEMBER 27, 1896 . Chickasha! In a few minutes I was standing on the platform. Sucn a greeting!
The three yellow dogs didn't know me and barked. Carlo did know me and growled. The baby shrieked. Jessie clung to her mother's blanket. Mabel smiled and looked down.
Only Lucius was brave enough to take me by the hand and shake it. He was the chief! While busy "loading up" six cows tore open the tent at the edge of the town eating the hay in the beds, so it was a sorry looking place they took me to but it could not be helped.
Scraping up what there was left and producing from a bag two new sheets and a pillow-case, Lucius proceeded to make a "white-man's bed" for me. Then he made a big wide one at the other side of the tent for himself and family and pulling up two pegs slept with his head outside.
November 30th . We reached Saddle Mountain chilled to the marrow bones to start out