Chapter 5The next morning saw my days of leisure firmly behind me. The work ahead was daunting, but I chose to settle on one task at a time rather than be overwhelmed by the whole. Dressed only in a chay-ghnah-kay, a breechclout, I slipped on my moccasins and began my first task. My tipi turned into a poor imitation of the real thing because of the bloody skirts I’d had to cut away. Although it opened to the east, the First Direction, little else about the lodge was traditional. It resembled a poor summer tent more than a proud Yanube dwelling.
That done, I turned to the building of an oh-ee-hay-yea-dee-pee, or what James called a necessary. He would expect one, and in truth, I had become accustomed to the white man’s way of eliminating the body’s wastes. I was not yet absolutely convince
