. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. Shoshone and Bannock Indian relics collected by Dr. T. M. Bridges. trouble between the whites and the Indians has beencaused by the white men, who had not white hearts;they did not treat the Indian fairly. I know that the Indians were a treacherous and revenge-ful people. They always demanded a life to pay for alife, and they would often do bloodthirsty things. Butthe whites were mostly to blame. If they had been fairwith the Indians, and treated them kindly, instead oftaking mean advantages of them, the Indians would havebe
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. Shoshone and Bannock Indian relics collected by Dr. T. M. Bridges. trouble between the whites and the Indians has beencaused by the white men, who had not white hearts;they did not treat the Indian fairly. I know that the Indians were a treacherous and revenge-ful people. They always demanded a life to pay for alife, and they would often do bloodthirsty things. Butthe whites were mostly to blame. If they had been fairwith the Indians, and treated them kindly, instead oftaking mean advantages of them, the Indians would havebeen kind and friendly. I cannot blame the Indians asmuch as some do. They were good friends to me, and mostof them have peaceful The War Chief asked me some more CHAPTER FIFTEEN THE BIG COUNCIL Our winter camp was a very beautiful place with plentyof game and an abundance of good dry wood. We hadnearly everything that was needed to make us leg and all of the sick Indians got well, and we were get-ting along finely when one day some of Pocatellos Indianscame to our camp. That night Washakie called a council of the tribe tomeet in the War Chiefs tepee. I thought this strange,for he had always held his councils in our tepee. Thenext morning they held another council, so I thought Iwould go over and see what it was all about. But whenI got to the door of the council tepee, I met an Indianwho told me to run back, that they did not want me inthere. This puzzled me, for I had never before beensent away from the councils. When I got back to our tepee, mother and Hanabiwere both crying. I knew then that something seriouswas up, but they would not tell me a word about it. 112 The Big Council 113 I th
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