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The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

"To have them learn you to read an' write," his father answered.

"To have them learn you to read an' write," his father answered.

The teacher looked at him, then at Max, then around the yard in front of the school cabin. "Where is he?" she asked in a puzzled voice.

The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

Sam's voice stopped her. It was icy cold as he made probably the longest speech he ever made in his life. "I don't know nothin' about your religion, ma'am, nor do I mind how you believe. All I do know is you're two thousand miles from Virginia an' you took my ten dollars to teach my boy the same as you took the money from ever'body else at the meetin' in the general store. If you're not goin' to learn him the way you agreed, you better take the next stage back East."

Sam stared at her. "He's my son, ma'am."

"To have them learn you to read an' write," his father answered.

"You don't," Max said with the peculiar logic of children. "And it don't bother you none."

Kaneha wasn't quite sure she understood what her husband was saying. "What is this?" she asked in Kiowa.

"I signed you up for it," Sam said. "I paid ten dollars."

"I signed you up for it," Sam said. "I paid ten dollars."

"Times is different now," Sam said. "When I was a boy, there warn't no need for such things. Now ever'thing is readin' or writin' "

The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

Sam answered in the same language. "A source of big knowledge. Without it, our son can never be a great chief among the White Eyes."

"They were all at that meetin'," Sam said. "I didn't hear none of them say no."

This was enough reason for Kaneha. "He will go," she said simply. Big knowledge meant big medicine. She went back to her stove.

"You don't," Max said with the peculiar logic of children. "And it don't bother you none."

"To have them learn you to read an' write," his father answered.

This was enough reason for Kaneha. "He will go," she said simply. Big knowledge meant big medicine. She went back to her stove.

The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

"A man should know them things," Sam said.

Sam stared at her. "He's my son, ma'am."

Sam answered in the same language. "A source of big knowledge. Without it, our son can never be a great chief among the White Eyes."

"What do I have to know that fer?" Max asked.

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