A missionary in the Far West, residing near an Indian reservation,
relates how one day there came to his house an Indian and a squaw
wishing to "get married white man's way." Everything being in order
they were duly made man and wife according to the service of the Church.
"I was a little apprehensive," said the minister, laughing, "that it
might not turn out well with them. They had such queer names. His name
was 'Little Red Horse,' and hers was 'Jane-kick-a-hole-in-the-sky."