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Alice, who was generally referred to as "Alice the Squaw," was blind in her left eye. Carrying a huge basket, she made regular calls at the district farmhouses where she was given various articles of food; bread, meat, potatoes, milk, butter, and anything else of which she might be in ‘need. There was never any question of payment. Alice always accepted these donations as her right, and with a definite air of condescension. Evidence. of this attitude was shown on an occasion when a housewife gave her ajloaf of bread, among other items. After a brief inspection, Altice: tossed it onto the kitchen table with the remark, "Won't eat stale bread!"

The donor assured her that the bread had been baked less than two days ago; furthermore, that it was the same as that being eaten by the fumily. Placing the other articles in her basket, Alice turned toward the door,. with the parting suggestion, "You like stale bread, you eat stale bread!"

As might be expected, the Indians were the objects of much curious speculation in the communi ty. On Sunday afternoons, groups of people used to "go down to the camps" to get a first-hand view of conditions. The Indians never seemed to sesent these intrusions -- at least, not by any overt action or sign. AS a matter of fact, they completely ignored the presence of the visitors. All attempts to draw them into conversation — met sometimes by monosyllables, but more often by complete silence. Their whole demeanor seemed to reflect a conviction of their own superiority. And who shall say that they were not justified in this feeline”’ After all, we were the invaders who had robbed them of their lands.

An interesting sequel to the story of Alice occurred in England during World War One, While I was in training camp at Old Sarum, I became friendly with a fellow-cadet named Charles Ashworth -- a native of Paris. On an occasion when he and I were granted leave at the same time, he

invited me to spend a few days at his home -- an invitation which I was

very glad to accept. During the first evening of my visit, Ashworth's