this I can tell:

By that strange contradictoriness of the feminine--much the same all
the world over--by that inherent, inborn desire of subjugation to the
brutal and domineering in the male, Annadoah had given herself
unreservedly to Olafaksoah. At the sound of his firm step she
trembled. His hard, brutal embraces caused her heart to flutter with
joy. At first he told her he would take her with him to the south.
Annadoah believed him. Then he changed his mind, and said she must
wait until the next season for him. She silently acquiesced. She
called upon all her simple arts to please him. Carefully she oiled her
face and made the golden skin soft by rubbing it with the fur of
animals; with a broken comb, left with her mother years before by a
party of explorers, she combed her long, black and wonderful hair and
elaborately arranged it behind her. About her forehead she bound a
narrow fillet of fine, furry hares' skin. She donned new garments; her
_ahttee_ was made of the delicate skins of birds, her hood of white fox
hides. To all this Olafaksoah seemed blind; at times, with coarse,
half-maudlin tenderness, he caressed her, called her his "little girl"
and promised to "come back next spring." But Annadoah was useful to
him otherwise.

During the days when Olafaksoah and his men were hunting or gathering
furs and ivory at nearby villages along the coast, Annadoah sewed skins
into garments for Olafaksoah and his men. Sometimes she went with
Olafaksoah on his expeditions and employed her coquetry upon the
susceptible men of the migrating tribes to secure bargains for him.
For a box of matches she would cajole from her people ivories worth
hundreds of dollars. She persuaded them to rob themselves of the
walrus meat and blubber they had gathered for winter and give them to
her master in exchange for tin cups and ammunition, all of which would
be useless when the night came on. To Ootah she gave no thought until
one day the white man struck her. As he vented his rage at not
securing more riches upon her during the ensuing days, her heart more
and more instinctively turned to the youth "with the heart of a woman"
whom she had rejected. When Olafaksoah brought his companions to the
tent her soul rose in rebellion. In the camp there was an orgy. None
of the married men, who for a slight consideration were willing to
permit their wives to dance with the traders, objected to the drunken
carousal. Ribald songs