So Souwanas pledged himself to make the story as short as he could without spoiling it, and then, after a few more whiffs from his beloved calumet, he began: "It was long ago, when there were fewer people in the forests and on the prairies than now.

From the pemmican's fierce claws and the tiffin's gaping jaws I have never shrunk in abject terror yet; In the jungle I have tracked them and attacked them and then hacked them Into mincemeat with my trusty calumet.