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Sam pushed Max forward. Max stumbled slightly and looked up at the teacher. "Say howdy to yer teacher," Sam said.

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."

"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.

"Good morning, Mr. Sand," she said.

Now Max felt it was time for him to speak. "What fer?"

"Good mornin', ma'am. I brought my son to school."

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

Max looked up at his father as Kaneha came to the table from the stove. He didn't know whether he was supposed to speak or not. He kept eating silently.

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

"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.

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

Now Max felt it was time for him to speak. "What fer?"

"Good mornin', ma'am. I brought my son to school."

"I don't want to go."

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

"I don't want to go."

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

"You're goin'," Sam said, roaring suddenly. "I already made arrangements. You can sleep in the back of Olsen's Livery Stable durin' the week."

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

The teacher looked down at him in stunned surprise. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust. "Why, he's an Indian" she cried. "We don't take Indians in this school."

Now Max felt it was time for him to speak. "What fer?"

Max, uncomfortable in his clean buckskin shirt and leggings, dug his bare feet into the dirt and spoke shyly. "Howdy, ma'am."

"Good mornin', ma'am. I brought my son to school."

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