I lit my pipe and had a ponder about it, but reached no definite conclusion.

Before people started arriving, I began the day as I always did: by sprinkling saltwater widdershins—counterclockwise—around the perimeter of my shop, then smudging deosil—clockwise—with a sage bundle.

The disagreeables of travelling are necessary evils, to be encountered for the sake of the agreeables of resting and looking round you.

Month after month law-suits, instigated by the grasping white man against the helpless Indian are decided in favor of the mightly and unscrupulous white.