. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. littlewhite devU! she screamed. Ill cut his heart out!She started for me, but mother stopped her, and shovedher back out of the tepee. They made such a racket that the whole camp gatheredaround to see the fim. The squaw hit mother over thehead with the knife; and when I saw the blood fly, Igrabbed a stick and struck the squaw over the head,knocking her down. Another squaw grabbed mother andI sent her spinning. Then others mixed in and took sidesand soon the whole bunch was yeUing and fighting fit tokill. One boy grabbed my s
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. littlewhite devU! she screamed. Ill cut his heart out!She started for me, but mother stopped her, and shovedher back out of the tepee. They made such a racket that the whole camp gatheredaround to see the fim. The squaw hit mother over thehead with the knife; and when I saw the blood fly, Igrabbed a stick and struck the squaw over the head,knocking her down. Another squaw grabbed mother andI sent her spinning. Then others mixed in and took sidesand soon the whole bunch was yeUing and fighting fit tokill. One boy grabbed my stick, but I gave him a kickthat settled him. Then Hanabi took the stick from me:but I ran into the tepee and grabbed my bow and ar-rows. I was so mad I would have made afew good squaws,in quick time; but a big Indian jerked my bow from meand broke the string. I guess it was best that he Indians rushed up and stopped the fight; but notbefore a lot of them went ofi howling with sore night Washakie came home and held a big council. Village Life S7. Bur. Am. Ethnoloov, Smithsonian InslUution The seed gatherers of Western deserttribes. she said, I dont know what theysaid, but the next daytwo or three families leftour camp and went tojoin another band. Everything now passedalong very well for a helped mother carrywood and water. Theboy papooses made funof me, calling me a squawfor doing it, becausecarrying wood and waterwas squaws work. Itold mother that I wouldbreak some of their necksif they didnt stop it. Oh, let them alone,they are bad boys. But one day we were getting wood, and having cut morethan we could carry in one trip, I went back for it when aboy ran up to me and said, Youre a squaw, and spitat me. I threw down my wood and struck out after ran yelping at every jimip, expecting me, I guess, tokick his head off. But Washakie happened to see us andcalled to me to stop. It was lucky for that papoose thathe did. I went back and got my wood and
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