Ridgwell Cullum,
The Watchers of the Plains: A Tale of the Western Prairies
“ Out of all the number hanging like dead men upon the trees only one youth finds the torture unendurable.He cries aloud for mercy, and his shrieks rise high above the pandemonium going on about him.Instantly he is cut down, the stick is removed from his body, and he is driven from the ceremony by the waiting squaws, amidst a storm of feminine vituperation. He is the only one whose heart is faint. He will never be permitted to fight. He must live with the squaws all his days. He is considered a squaw-man, the greatest indignity that can be put upon him.Thus are the braves made. ”
