Cogewea, the Half-Blood by Mourning Dove

Yet, pardner, we are dull and old, / With paltry hopes and fears, / Beside those rangers gay and bold, / Far riding down the years! / Badger Clark

"Why, Cogewea! " exclaimed Mary, as they hurriedly prepared for the longed-for social the following evening. "Are you taking two baskets -- the canoe and that other fancy -- "