“Sometimes the baby squalled at night but the squaw [Sacajawea] pinched its nostrils shut; a child must learn that to make a sound might mean death, telling the Blackfeet where you were.”
Bernard DeVoto, The Course of Empire
“Sometimes the baby squalled at night but the squaw [Sacajawea] pinched its nostrils shut; a child must learn that to make a sound might mean death, telling the Blackfeet where you were.”
Bernard DeVoto, The Course of Empire