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Attean Soc [two underlined] was the wag of the tribe. During the war he worked haying for father with a number of other Indians. Some Gypsies came along and camped near. The Indians were puzzled by their ways of living and the account my father gave of them only made them more anxious to see something of them. They concluded that being dark-skinned and living after their fashion they must be some sort of Indians. So after dark Attean headed a party to go up & investigate Then they were more puzzled than ever & told father about their call. "You see he dont know much. He no sort Injun. Me talk him in Injun an' he dont un'erstan' one word, an' he talk some stuff me can' tell what it is."

Attean Sock (also called Steve Sock) is one of the four in the picture we have taken in the war

One day a travelling tin man came around. For the sake of a joke Attean cried out "Hullo, what you got dere?" "Tin ware" "Ah! me dont want tin (thin) one; me want t'ich (thick) one ourself."

He wanted to get Mr. French's butcher cart for carrying sheep and calves to exhibit Sebat Solomon. Sebat being very small & dark, the reference to a monkey cage was only too obvious

Attean was struck by a pick handspike on the drive; died 6 mos. later.