Our squaws will follow ye on your trail for a mile, to burn even the grass ye have trampled upon near our village.
"Monsieur Violet" by Frederick Marryat
Then in came the squaws bearing large wooden and grass-woven dishes of food.
"The Princess Pocahontas" by Virginia Watson
Squaws labored, warriors lounged in the sun, naked children whooped and gambolled on the grass.
"La Salle and the Discovery of the Great West" by Francis Parkman