Squaws were exchanging peltries for the white man's tea and sugar.
Squaws were made to do all the work, while Indian men hunted and did the fighting.
Squaws were screaming, and frightened children were hiding in every direction.
The Chief & the Squaws & children are awarey of their journey.
Squaws and children ran screaming for the river, while the warriors, fifty or sixty in number, came to meet the enemy.
When he was gone, I saddled my horse and rode up the Caada of the Squaws to collect firewood, as there was none near our camp.
Squaws sit picturesquely about the streets, clad in gay colors, with their wares spread out on the sidewalk in front of them.
Squaws, children and a horde of ragged camp-followers straggled in long lines far to the hunters' rear.
Squaws were taking what was left of the evening meal and slave-women were putting things to rights for the night.
I had been in that situation but a few minutes before all the Squaws in the town came in to see me.