The smoke was to much for Kateri, it was hard enough on her with her eyes. Kateri fummbled around the camp, with the somke of the fire thick as fog. For her she believed that this could be the end of her. But the thoughts running through her mind were driving her crazy. [i]Who in their right state of mind would set fire to a tribe as friendly as the Flint tribe. They did nothing like the other bands of indians from the west or east.
