The Indians were always friendly when they came to the Store. Little Wolf, a chief, ate many a time at our table. He gave us a very small pair of Moccasins, Leggins, and Head Band for little Rexie. He loved her and called her his little son's squaw. Said when Baby was grown they would be rich in stock and land and be a little princess when she married his son. Baby Rexie died July 2, 1893 age fifteen months. I heard later that Little Wolf's son died when he was about four years old.
The Squaws were more timid about visiting than the Bucks were, but many Indians traded with us at times. I never worried around them. They were friendly but we didn't understand each other's language very well. One time, an Indian boy gave me a pair of Red Birds to raise as pets.
When baby Rexie took sick at our Store, Little Wolf and his Squaw told me how to doctor her by their sign language and showing how to treat her for spasms. I have never had the opportunity to see Little Wolf's grave to place flowers there. I have told many of his kindness.
