. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. g them. The poor httleanimals were gradually worn out by this running andfinally they would drop down one after another, hidingtheir heads under the bushes, while the Indians shotthem to death with their bows and arrows. I killed twomyself. When I got home and told mother about it, shebragged about me so much that I thought I was a heapbig Injun. Mothers arm soon got well enough for her to travel, forthe medicine man had fixed it up very well, so we tookup our journey again. There were a great many buffaloesand antelope too,
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. g them. The poor httleanimals were gradually worn out by this running andfinally they would drop down one after another, hidingtheir heads under the bushes, while the Indians shotthem to death with their bows and arrows. I killed twomyself. When I got home and told mother about it, shebragged about me so much that I thought I was a heapbig Injun. Mothers arm soon got well enough for her to travel, forthe medicine man had fixed it up very well, so we tookup our journey again. There were a great many buffaloesand antelope too, where we next pitched camp. Westayed there for about three weeks. During the timesthat she could not watch me, mother had Washakie takeme out on his hunting trips. That just suited me. Itwas lots of fun to watch the Indian with the big spear dashup and cut the hamstrings of the great animals. WTienthey had been crippled in this way, we would rush up andshoot arrows into their necks until they dropped first day we killed six, two large bulls and four L. A. Huffman, Miles City, the buffalo disappeared; part of the white mans trail. 32 The White Indian Boy I told Washakie that my bow was too small to killbuffaloes with. He laughed and said I should have abigger one. When we got back to camp, he told someIndians what I had said and one very old Indian, whosename was Morogonai, gave me a very fine bow andanother Indian gave me eight good arrows. I felt veryproud then ; I told mother that the next time I went outI would kill a whole herd of buffaloes. She said she knewI would, but she did not know what they could do with allthe meat. Washakie said that I was just like the rest of the whitemen. They would kiU buffaloes as long as there wereany in sight and leave their carcasses over the prairies forthe wolves. He said that was not the way of the kiUed only what they needed and saved all themeat and hides. The Great Spirit, he said, would not like
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