“Jumping Antelope, a chief.”
“Under what circumstances?”
“I was trying to convert him by reading the Scriptures to him.”
“See here, Kill, isn’t that a little thin? He couldn’t understand the language, you know. I’m afraid that won’t wash.”
“I translated it as I went along.”
“S’pos’n’ the Committee ask you to prove that you know the language?”
“I’ll get off some gibberish, and you can assure them that you recognize it as pure Pottawatomie.”
“Very well. Now, what particular part of the—the—Scriptures were you reading to him?”
“I dunno. Let’s see; what are some of the books?”
“Don’t ask me; I’m not very well posted. We used to have a Bible out in the Kansas Legislature, to swear members on, but they always kept a string tied around it, and after it was stolen a rumor got around that the clerk swore a whole House of Representatives in on Kidderminster’s Digest of the State Laws.”