. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. tonguemade it easier for me, for these two Indian dicJects arevery much alike. One night the hunters came in loaded with game, andthe next day we began to move. The horses were broughtin, and among them was my pinto pony. When I sawhim, it seemed like meeting some one from home. I ranup and hugged him. My good old mother had fixed up apretty good saddle, all cushioned in fine style to keep itfrom hurting me. We traveled about fifteen miles that day and campedon a small stream they called Koheets (Curlew). Mothertold me to wa
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. tonguemade it easier for me, for these two Indian dicJects arevery much alike. One night the hunters came in loaded with game, andthe next day we began to move. The horses were broughtin, and among them was my pinto pony. When I sawhim, it seemed like meeting some one from home. I ranup and hugged him. My good old mother had fixed up apretty good saddle, all cushioned in fine style to keep itfrom hurting me. We traveled about fifteen miles that day and campedon a small stream they called Koheets (Curlew). Mothertold me to wade out into the water and bathe my legs. Not much, I said, I have had all the baths I want. She said that the water would make my legs tough,and when she saw I wouldnt go into the stream shebrought some cold water and told me to wash them. I Ojf with the Indians 19 wanted to know whether it was salt water. She said itwasnt, so I bathed my legs, and when I found that thewater did not hurt them I waded into the creek. Washakiesaid it was tibi tsi djant — heap Dr. T. M. Bridges Shoshone wickiup. Lodges of this kind were used in the summer season.
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