Fate intervened to lend a hand in his future salvation. One of the families homesteading across the boundary of our land had two sons and a honey-haired daughter. Dog Fox…pardon, Cuthan…fought the boys at least a half a dozen times before they learned to respect him. It was not easy for Cuthan. Indians do not fight in the same manner as white boys, and he was impatient of the boxing lessons I gave him. He preferred rushing in and ending the affair in any manner possible.
We asked our neighbors over for picnics and dinners, and one of them responded…the neighbor named Jacobsen with the honey-haired daughter and two feisty sons. The other neighbor, whose name I do not recall as he did not last long in this country, held obvious prejudices and never set foot through our door.
The shock of finding Otter and Cuthan well educated prompted a request from the Jacobsens to teach their children. Otter and I readily agreed, and friendships budded.