"Well," says I, "you're a nice kind of a white man!"
"O, I understand; you're riled," said he. "I would be myself. I can make excuses."
"All right," I said, "go and make excuses somewhere else. Here's my way, there's yours!"
With that we parted, and I went straight home, in a hot temper, and found Uma trying on a lot of trade goods like a baby.
"Here," I said, "you quit that foolery! Here's a pretty mess to have made, as if I wasn't bothered enough anyway! And I thought I told you to get dinner!"
And then I believe I gave her a bit of the rough side of my tongue, as she deserved. She stood up at once, like a sentry to his officer; for I must say she was always well brought up, and had a great respect for whites.
"And now," says I, "you belong round here, you're bound to understand th
