blue fox

Time waits for no man; warriors are not women; Blue-fox would like to hold a council with his Pale brothers.

Blue-fox could not at all understand this strange trail, which in no way resembled those he was accustomed to follow.

He thus reached the spot where lay the body of Blue-fox, with a wide gaping wound in his chest.

Blue-fox is no cowardly old woman whom a tooth-ache or ear-ache renders incapable of moving.

Blue-fox then walked up to the hunter, who had hitherto been a silent, if not indifferent, spectator of the ceremony.