midnight
Squaw is squaw -- no matter what color . '' `` I am sorry , Peter , you do not think better of squaws . Perhaps you never had a squaw -- no wife , or daughter ? '' A gleam of powerful feeling shot athwart the dark countenance of the Indian , resembling the glare of the electric fluid flashing on a cloud at midnight ; but it passed away as quickly as it appeared , leaving in its stead the hard , condensed expression , which the intensity of a purpose so long entertained and cultivated , had imprinted there , as indelibly as if cut in stone . `` All chief have squaw -- all chief have pappoose -- '' was the answer that came at last . `` What he good for , eh ? '' `` It is always good to have children , Peter ; especially when the children themselves are good . ''