It does not seem quite
the part of a man to cow a subordinate till he looks at you with the
eyes of a whipped hound; but it was the only method to use with Pierre,
and I went away satisfied.
I turned my steps toward the main camp of Ottawas, and there I idled
for an hour. The braves were good-humored with me, for I was a trader,
not an officer, and their noses were keen for the brandy that I might
have for barter. So that I was free to watch them at their gambling,
or dip my ladle in their kettles if I willed. All this was good, but
it went no further. With all my artifices, I could not make my way
into the great circle around the camp fire, and I grew sore with my
incapacity, for I saw that Longuant, the most powerful chief of the
Ottawas, was speaking. I picked up a bone and threw it among the dogs
with an oath for my own slowness.
The bone was greasy, and I took out my handkerchief, but before I could
use it to wipe my hands, a young squaw pushed her way up to me, and
offered her long black hair as a napkin. She threw the oily length
across my arm, and flattered me in fluent Ottawa.
Then I forgot myself. The body frequently plays traitor in
emergencies, and my repugnance conquered me so that I pushed her away
before I had time to think.
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