On hearing sentiments so agreeable to a woman's ears, Margery looked down, but she looked pleased. Pigeonswing viewed the matter very differently; and being somewhat of a partisan in matters relating to domestic economy, he had no thought of leaving a point of so much importance in so bad a way. Accordingly, it is not surprising that, in pursuing the subject, he expressed opinions in several essentials diametrically the reverse of those of the bee-hunter. '“Easy 'nough spile squaw,” rejoined the Chippewa. “What she good for, don't make her work? Can't go on the warpath--can't take scalp--can't shoot deer--can't hunt--can't kill warrior--so muss work. Dat what squaw good for.” “That may do among red men, but we pale-faces find squaws good for something else--we love them and take care of them--keep them from the cold in winter, and from the heat in summer; and try to make them as comfortable and happy as we can.” “Dat good talk for young squaw's ears,” returned the Chippewa, a little contemptuously as to manner; though his real respect for the bee-hunter, of whose prowess he had so lately been a witness, kept him a little within bounds “but it bess not take nobody in. What Injin say to squaw, he do--what pale-face say, he no do.” “Is that true, Bourdon?” demanded Margery, laughing at the Indian's earnestness. “I shall be honest, and own that there may be some truth in it--for the Injin promises nothing, or next to nothing, and it is easy to square accounts, in such cases. That white men undertake more than they always perform, is quite likely to be the fact The Injin gets his advantage in this matter, by not even thinking of treating his wife as a woman should be treated.” “How should treat woman?” put in Pigeonswing with warmth. “When warrior eat venison, gib her rest, eh? Dat no good--what you call good, den? If good hunter husband, she get 'nough--if an't good hunter, she don't get 'nough. Just so wid Injin--sometime hungry, sometime full. Dat way to live!” “Aye, that may be your red man's ways, but it is not the manner in which we wish to treat our wives. Ask pretty Margery, here, if she would be satisfied to wait until her husband had eaten his dinner, and then come in for the scraps. No-no-Pigeonswing; we feed our women and children first and come in last, ourselves.” “Dat good for pappoose--he little; want venison--squaw tough; use to wait. Do her good.”