This was a man after Stonor’s own heart. “Tell him those are good words,” he said heartily.
When they asked him about the White Man who lived beside the falls, Etzooah’s eyes sparkled. “He say he my friend, and I proud. Since he say that I think more of myself. I walk straight. I am not afraid. He is good. He make the sick well. He give the people good talk. He tell how to live clean and all, so there is no more sickness. He moch like children. He good to my boy. Give him little face that say ‘Ticky-ticky’ and follow the sun.”
Etzooah issued a command to his small son, and the boy shyly exhibited a large cheap nickel watch.
“No other Kakisa man or boy got that,” said the parent proudly.
“Is it true that this white man hates other white men?” asked Stonor.
Etzooah made an emphatic negative. “He got no hate. He say red man white man all the same man.”
“Then he’ll be glad to see us?”
“I think he glad. Got good heart to all.”
“Is he at home now?”
“He is at home. I see him go down the river three sleeps ago.”