keg of whisky sets things straight.
Whisky is King
Nearer to Red River
, in a green bottom, with a wooded ridge on either side, we find a White ranch; a house with fence and garden, in which a Pale-face lives with his Indian bride.
The man is Bob Reams
, a brother of the American
sculptress Vinnie Reams
Bob came into this valley, bought a Chickasaw wife, and settled in the tribe, where he has managed to annex no little of the soil.
The valley bears his name.
Iis wife, whom he delights to call the Princess
, is a tall, lithe woman; and his Mestizo son, Young Bob, has wild antelope eyes.
is said to put on war-paint now and then.
Some months ago Bob got into trouble at a whisky bar, and was lodged in jail, on which his Princess
went out, morally, on the war path.
“ Bob in jail?
Then he's a failure!”
cried his squaw, and no little force had to be used by her kith and kin to prevent her from quitting his ranch, renouncing her allegiance, and returning to her savage life.
“ Only one man in four among the Cherokees is now of pure blood,” says Boudinot
, though representing Indian legends and traditions,