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You should have a surname like everybody.

Oh, I just got it. You can

call me White Arrow.

- White Arrow?

- That's how they call me...

White Arrow was my grandfather's name.

He was a powwow.

Your grandfather's a powwow?

What kind of story is this?

Satco's joking just to make us laugh,

isn't it Linda?

Father, I didn't tell you anything

about this till now.

Because I thought humanism would be

more important than segregation.

True, my college friend is an indian.

What? An indian?

An indian!

Because of my daughter's foolishness,

I talk with an indian...

...and offer him my best whisky.

My brother Billy and my cousin Evans

were killed by your native citizens.

- Out of my sight!

- Father!

My Captain, have a level head, please.

- Are you still here!

- I thought you were a reasonable man.

- I said get lost!

- Father, no!

Get out!

Rascal!

You've been unfair to Satco, my Captain!

You too! Take your like-minded friend,

and get out of here!

This will never do, my Captain.

What are you waiting for?

Give him his lesson!

You judas!

What are you waiting, you fools?

Come here!

Way to go!

You cucumber!

Come on, Satco!

Donn't stand like that!

Run, catch him!

Run!

Quick!

- Oh, what a relief!

- Come on, let's play...

Come on, give me the round now.

- How cute babies are you!

- Look at the nuncle...

- Tell me your names, you little ones.

- Mine's Gilda nuncle...

- And mine's Suzy...

- What? Suzy and Gilda...

- How nice...

- What, darling nuncle!

Good morning.

Looking for someone?

Good morning. If you are the householder,

I'm looking for a job.

My husband went away for hunting.

Could you chop those woods for me?

Let's play.

- Come on. - Okay, you're out, my turn.

- No, but...

- Alright, my turn.

- There, you're out, you're out!

Cake!

Chicken! Cake!

I'll tell mom, I swear!

How mean you are...

Your mother would cook it for you,

get along playing!

Thank you, mother!

What am I going to do with you?

You'll see!

- I am not playing, I'm not playing.

- Six, five, three...

Come here, let me put some lipstick

on you, kids. Come over here...

Come on, look how cute you became.

And some for you...

You bad nuncle, bad nuncle!

You brats! You sassies!

So you ate the cake then?

Come with me...

What is it I am suffering

from these children!

Come on, Satco, let's jump.

All the cakes are digested.

Let me kip down here!

Good night. Wooden feather bed!

- Come on... - There he is, sleeping!

- Slowly, smoothly!

- Come, come on...

- You climb...

- Climb there, come on...

- Very smoothly, slowly...

I do go slowly.

- Quick, quick... - What to do with him now?

- Hand over, give...

...it to the dog.

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