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the cow will die, but he said they should come in the house anyway, and when they did both cows dropped dead.
In the early days there was lots of Indians come to our place. One Sunday my father and grandmother had gone to church; my mother and one brother and I were home alone, when soon the Indians came, about fifteen of them, and started yelling and going around the house and looking in at the windows. My mother was scared to death and put us on the bed and said that we might all be killed. Soon they came in the house and took some flour, bread, butter and onions along, and after searching the house some more they went out and yelled around the house a while and then left, but they didn't bother us.
In the earlier day things were so different; when the neighbors would get together they seemed to be all of one soul and class. They would always be willing to help without nay. You could borrow money without a note and it would always be paid back.
But prairie fires in those days were always dangerous. We would always make fire lines as soon as the grass got a little dry, and when a fire was seen in the distance there would always be one who would watch to see if the fire would come.
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