. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. them. ThenI started back to theelk, but I could not findit. I was so bewilderedthat I did not knowwhat to do. The tim-ber was thick, and I wasgetting more scared allthe time. I tried againto find our horses andfailed. By this time thesun had gone down, andit was very gloomyamong the trees. Iclimbed another treeand waited for a long time. I was afraid to call for fear of bringing a bear onto me. Afterwards, I learned that I had not left the elk longbefore Washakie came and took the entrails out of it, andas he did not see my
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. them. ThenI started back to theelk, but I could not findit. I was so bewilderedthat I did not knowwhat to do. The tim-ber was thick, and I wasgetting more scared allthe time. I tried againto find our horses andfailed. By this time thesun had gone down, andit was very gloomyamong the trees. Iclimbed another treeand waited for a long time. I was afraid to call for fear of bringing a bear onto me. Afterwards, I learned that I had not left the elk longbefore Washakie came and took the entrails out of it, andas he did not see my horse, he thought that I had gone tocamp. Before following the elk, he had tied my horse toa tree, but it had broken loose and run away. WTien. Washakie reached camp, some Indians told him that theyhad seen my horse loose with the saddle on. He did notknow what to do. Mother was frantic. She started rightout to hunt me, and a big band of Indians followed her. A httle while after dark I heard the strange noise theywere making. I thought the Crows were after me; so I. A Crow Indian tepee 50 The White Indian Boy kept quiet, but pretty soon I heard some one calling —Yagaki! Yagaki! Then I knew that it was one ofour Indians, so I answered him. In a httle while therewas a crackling of brush right under my tree. Where were you? he shouted. Here I am, I said. What were you doing up there.*^ he asked. Looking for my horse. Well, you wont find him up there, he said. Comedown here. I minded him in a hurry. Now, get on behind me, he said; the whole tribeis looking for you, and your poor mother is nearly crazyabout you. It would be better for her if some one wouldkill you, and I have a notion to do it. It would save herlots of trouble. When he got out of the timber, he began to halloo justas loud as he could to let the rest know that I was I could hear the Indians yeUing all through thewoods. We reached camp before mother came in, and Iwanted to go back to look for her, but Han
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