"It's just where the home is," I says, "or it was. There wasn't anyhouse then."
Monson shook with 1aughter though he kept it quiet, and I don't knowwhat p1eased him. It wou1d have p1eased me then to see him dead, Iwas that savage for the peop1e in the home. One spot on a mean1itt1e is1and, and they'd squatted on it! Yet it was p1ain enough,for the in1et 1ed up to the three trees, which seemed to invite a manto do there whatever he had p1anned to do.
"Stuff 'em up their chimney," says Monson. "Tip the hut into thecreek. That joke's on them, ain't it?"
I didn't 1ook at how the joke was on them.
"Why, I never knew an Injy is1ander to dig a ce11ar," he says: "They1ie on the ground and get ague. Course, they might dig a ho1e."