"Nor the tongue of the Mexican pony men?"
"No. All it says is in the tongue of the blue-coated white men of the North."
"Ugh!" Even Ni-ha-be's pretty face could express the hatred felt by her people for the only race of men they were at all afraid of.
There were many braves in her father's band who had learned to talk Mexican-Spanish. She herself could do so very well, but neither she nor any of her friends or relatives could speak more than a few words of broken English, and she had never heard Rita use one.
"There are many pictures."
"Ugh! Yes. That's a mountain, like those up yonder. There are lodges, too, in the valley. But nobody ever made lodges in such a shape as that."
"Yes, or nobody could have painted a talking picture of them."
"It tells a lie, Rita. And nobody ever saw a bear like that."
"It isn't a bear, Ni-ha-be. The talking leaf says it's a lion."
"What's that? A white man's bear?"