hed. The three younger children, John, Rachel and Betsy, were
lined up by the door, Rachel holding in her arms a baby that must be
Nicole and Frank's newest. Three of the older ones, Benjamin, Abigail
and Martha, leaned out a window to wave to Auguste from the second
story. Auguste felt proud of himself, being able to remember all their
names and which was which.

As Guichard reined up the horse and pushed the brake lever on the
carriage, the sound of the press stopped and Frank came out through the
open door wiping his ink-stained hands on his leather apron. His
forehead was shiny with sweat. The oldest son, Thomas, followed him,
pushing his hands down his own apron with the same gesture.

Auguste climbed down from the carriage and took Frank's hand, then shook
with Thomas and the three little girls. The baby was Patrick, he
learned. He lightly rubbed Patrick's fine hair.

"No wonder the town's population grows so fast, Aunt Nicole," Auguste
said with a smile. "How many more do you think there will be for you and
Frank?"

But as he spoke, his pleasure at his aunt's handsome family was dimmed
by the thought that if all white families were as fertile as this, there
was no hope at all for the red people.

"None, I hope," said Frank firmly. "We've got too big a tribe as it is."

Aunt Nicole's face reddened again, and Auguste reminded himself that
white women were generally reluctant to talk about pregnancy and
childbirth. Auguste recalled his mother, Sun Woman, speaking of a kind
of tea that would keep a woman from getting pregnant. When he went back
to Saukenuk he could find out more about it. He would surely come back
here to visit, and then he could tell Aunt Nicole about it. If white
women knew about that tea, maybe there would be fewer whites in years to
come, and they would not have such a hunger for land.

As they drove on up the road to the top of the bluff, Auguste saw
Nicole's face brighten, and he turned to see what she was looking at. A
black buggy drawn by an old gray horse was coming toward them, having
just rounded the bend in the road at the trading post palisade. Auguste
caught a glimpse of blond braids under a red and white checkered bonnet.

Nicole said, "Auguste, here's a newcomer to our county. I think you'll
enjoy meeting her."

"Ah yes," said Elysee. "Reverend Hale and his daughter, Mademoiselle
Nancy. He came here over a year ago, Auguste, declared the town too
corrupt for his church and s