Colbert's hysterics when Fonda's Indian friend just appears in her house about one day after she's travelled a long distance on her honeymoon is as shocking today as it must have been when first shown. Of course, it turns comical when the brave suggests a good beating will do her a world of good as she appears to be a good wife.
BTW, I always enjoyed the camaraderie between Edna Mae and Ward Bond in this movie. Bond is quite hunky in this!
Speaking of Ford films, one that I’ve always found to be extremely satisfying, yet rarely mentioned, is “The Hurricane” (1937), with Jon Hall, Dorothy Lamour, and Raymond Massey. Perhaps the pre-WW2 romanticism would be too freakishly foreign to cynical modern audiences of the internet age, though. But I love the darned film. Just as I love “Trail of the Lonesome Pine” and all those many other films that exude the wistful daydreams and longings of an America not yet fully nor mentally drawn into the ugly carnage of the 20th-Century.