the men 
worked for them that they might live in luxury, and how they had 
servants to do their cooking, and maids to dress them, and carriages to 
ride in, and lovers to slave for them, it is not to be wondered at that 
those poor creatures, who never had a kind word from their masters, 
and who were looked upon as lower than the dogs, should look upon Pa 
as the grandest man that ever lived, and I noticed, myself, that they 
gave him glances of love and admiration, and when they would snuggle 
up closer to pa, he would put his hand on their heads and pat their hair, 
and look into their big black eyes sort of tender, and pinch their brown 
cheeks, and chuck them under the chin, and tell them that the great 
father loved them, and that he hoped the time would come when every 
good Indian would look upon his squaw, the mother of his children, as 
the greatest boon that could be given to man, and that the now despised 
squaw would be placed on a pedestal and honored by all, and 
worshiped as she ought to be. 
[Illustration: The Squaws Seemed to Be Worshiping Pa.] 
That was all right enough, but Pa never ought to have gone so far as to 
advise them to strike for their rights, and refuse to be longer looked 
upon as beasts of burden, but demand recognition as equals, and refuse 
longer to be drudges. I could see that trouble was brewing, for every 
squaw insisted on kissing the great father, and then there came a 
baneful light in their eyes, and they drew away together and began to 
talk excitedly, and Pa said he guessed they were organizing a woman's 
rights union. Pa and the Carlisle Indian and I went out for a stroll in the 
forest, and were gone an hour or so, and Pa got tired and he and I went 
back to camp before the Carlisle Indian did, and when we got in sight 
of camp we could see by the commotion that the squaw strike was on, 
'cause the squaws were talking loud and the Indians were getting their 
guns and it looked like war. We crawled up close, and the squaws drew 
butcher knives and made a rush on the Indians, and the Indians 
weakened, and the squaws tied their hands and feet, and then the 
squaws had a war dance, and they told the Indians that they were now 
the bosses, and would hereafter run the affairs of the tribe, like white 
women did, and that the Indians must do the cooking, and do the work,
while the squaws sat in the tents to be waited on, and that they would 
never do another stroke of hard work that an Indian could do. I never 
saw such a lot of scared Indians in my life, but when the squaws put the 
butcher knives to their necks, and looked fierce, and grabbed the 
Indians by the hair and looked as though they were going to scalp them, 
the Indians agreed to do all the work, and just then Pa and I came up, 
and the squaws hailed Pa as their deliverer, and they fell on his neck 
and hugged him, and they placed a camp chair for him, and put a tiger 
skin cloak around him, and a necklace of elk's teeth around his neck, 
and all kneeled down and seemed to be worshiping him, while the 
Indians looked on in the most hopeless manner, and then the Carlisle 
Indian came and said the squaws had made Pa the chief squaw of the 
tribe, and that the Indians had agreed to do the work hereafter. Pa 
counted the elk teeth on his necklace and figured that he could sell 
them for two dollars apiece, and pay the expenses of the trip. Then the 
squaws cut the strings that bound the Indians, and set them to work 
cooking dinner, and it was awful the way the spirit seemed to be 
knocked out of the Indians, just by a little rising on the part of the 
downtrodden squaws. The Indians cooked dinner, and waited on the 
squaws, and Pa and all of us whites, and after dinner the squaws 
ordered the horses and the squaws and us whites went off on a wolf 
hunt, with the dogs, where Pa was to show his bravery to the squaws 
instead of the Indians. The squaws gave Pa the old chief's horse, and 
the best one in the tribe, and leaving the chief to wash the dishes, and 
the Indians to clean up the camp, and clean some fish for supper, the 
victorious squaws with Pa at the head, and the rest of us whites on    
    
		
	
	
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