fell into the same routine of labor, planting and cultivating what little corn, beans and vegetables were raised for the family, and doing all the really hard work.  Hans Vanderbum sometimes gathered firewood, and frequently, when the weather was pleasant, spent hours in fishing.  He was an inveterate smoker and sleeper; and, beyond doubt, was perfectly content in his situation.  Having been taken a prisoner some years before, and adopted into this branch of the Shawnee tribe, he was offered the hand of Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock in marriage, and accepted it at once, totally forgetful of his first love, which had been the beautiful inmate of the Hunter’s Cabin.

Hans Vanderbum sat and gazed at his wife with an admiring eye, as she busied herself with the preparations of the morning meal.  Hoping to mollify her, he commenced flattering her, speaking in a low tone as if it were not his wish that she should hear him, but taking good care, at the same time, that nothing should escape her ears.

“Shplendid figger, Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock has got.  No wonder all te braves of te Shawnee tribe should love her, and dat Hans Vanderbum gots her at last.  Jis’ look at dat foot! long and flat like a board, and she’s de same shape all de way down from her head to her heels.  Ishn’t dat breakfast ready, my dear wife?”

The wife gave a spiteful nod, and Hans Vanderbum shambled up beside her, where the food, consisting of meat and a few simple vegetables, was spread upon a rude table which had no legs.  Quanonshet and Madokawandock were not behind-hand in their movements, and the whole four fell to with such voracity, that, in a very short time, their hunger was satisfied.

“Now, you two fellers come out doors and learn your lessons,” said the father, lighting his pipe, and putting on a very stern and dignified look.

The boys tumbled over each other in their eagerness to get into the open air.  Hans followed them, while Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock busied herself about her household duties.  Quanonshet and Madokawandock rollicked and frisked awhile before they were “called to order.”  After repeated commands, they approached their father, and standing side by side, awaited his instructions.

Hans Vanderbum had provided himself with a long pole, and stood by a sandy portion of ground, upon which he had no difficulty in tracing what letters and characters he wished.  With due preparation and importance he marked out the first letter of the German alphabet, and then, straightening himself up, demanded in a thundering tone “vot dat was.”  His two sons looked mute and dumbfounded.  They had not the remotest idea in the world of its name and significance.  For over three months the patient father had instructed them daily in regard to this character, and the two together must have repeated it several thousand times.  But, it mattered not; neither had any conception now of it, and their looks showed such unmistakably to their instructor.