4 were very fond of my father, mother and baby sister. They would beg mother to let the baby go riding with them but were always refused, they would give her anything they possessed, she died at the age of two and had already collected about two yards of Indian beads. Mother was crazy about honey, they wanted to give her some, when she went after it she saw a green bag hanging on a limb of a tree, as she drew nearer she decided that it must be a swarm of bees, she could see something flying around, but was amazed when she found it to be a bag of honey put up in a deer hide and was covered by green flies. Father often went hunting with them and wasn't afraid he was bald headed and said, 'They wont scalp me I don't have any hair on my head. My father had a grind stone which caused much excitement among the Indians. They could not understand its use. They would watch my father grind his ax, then they would turn the stone with their fingers pressed against it until their fingers would bleed and a few times grind to the bone just to see what it was all about.
“The Mexicans would often come over and take the Indian squaws and rush back to Mexico, then the Indians would go over and get their wives some Indians and some Mexicans, this caused a mixture of the two races. There was a big old Comanche Chief named Yellow Wolf, they called him this because he was half Mexican. Old Yellow Wolf had a big sore on the side of his stomach he would say, 'This side 'No bueno' Mexican, this side 'Mas bueno', Indian.