A while back there were some Indians that stop by. They said how. I said much. I could see that they were a hunting party. Well they weren’t wearing paint. So I ask what they were about. They asked if I had seen any Indians. I said nope! the only I have seen was them. They said they were looking for the old chief’s son. They said he had to go and spend a night alone in the woods, and he did not come home.
