ABSTRACT
We left the Fox in September, 1953. Over the ensuing few years my wife and I went occasionally to the Fox community to visit. In August, 1955, for example, we attended the Pow-wow. Again, as in previous years, we camped down at the Pow-wow grounds, watched many of the performances from behind the scenes (my wife danced with the Fox women, as usual), and we visited with old acquaintances, especially over coffee around the campfires late into the night. Many of these Fox had long since ceased to be strangers. Conversation came easily, and silences without conversation were also easy. We happened to bring with us on that trip my wife's sister, and we introduced her around.
