blood-p'isinin

Updated: July 18, 2025

There sat the old woman glowering with angry red eyes across the stove, a cat in her lap, a pipe in her mouth, and a dog growling toward the strangers. "Ain't you Sam Raften?" she asked fiercely. "Yes, marm. I get hurt on a nail in the fence. They say you kin git blood-p'isinin' that way," said Sam, groaning a little and trying to look interesting. The order to "get out" died on the witch's lips.

Ernest Thompson Seton - Two Little Savages : Being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned