"No," I answered. "He is an Italian. Those were his horses you tamed this afternoon."
"Is that so? Well, I would not like to tell him that them boys of his can't ride worth a cent and the horses ain't worth their hide."
I hoped that Duke Sermoneta had not overheard this conversation.
Buffalo Bill showed us a young Indian woman who had had a baby a few days ago.
"It was baptized this morning," he added. "What do you think it was called?"
"Is it a boy or a girl?" asked the Duke, looking at the brown, wizened face of the little thing, which was swaddled in an old shawl.
"A girl," answered the young mother, in English.
"Then I suppose you called it Roma," I said.
"No," said Buffalo Bill. "It is the custom among the Indians to give to the baby the name of the first thing the mother sees after its birth."
"Then they must have named it Tent," I said.