The Way of Sweat

Abstract

T e story goes something like this. My father was an archaeologist. In the mid-1960s, he led several archaeological excavations located in the Snake River Canyon of southern Washington. One day, a Nez Perce man named Larry Greene came to visit the excavation area. He walked around, and my dad spoke to him. They laughed. At some point, Larry said that if my dad was going to dig up Indian ancestors, he should come down and experience the sweathouse with Indian people. My dad actually did that. He went to the Nez Perce reser-