Edward Sylvester Ellis, The Story of Red Feather: A Tale of the American Frontier
“ A broader smile than before lit up the dusky face as the chief warmly pressed the hand of the youth, who felt just a little trepidation when their palms met."Where pappoose?" asked Red Feather, looking suggestively at the steps leading to the upper story."Dot!" called Melville, "come down here; someone wants to see you."The patter of feet was heard, and the next instant the little one came tripping downstairs, with her doll clasped by one arm to her breast."Red Feather is a good Indian now, and he wants to shake hands with you." ”
