. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. fter more service berries, but theywouldnt go a step. They had had bear scares enough forthat time. The Indians left the bears alone unless theycaught these animals in the open. One morning we saw two bears crossing the fifty Indians on horses started after them. I ranand got my pinto pony. When I came back for mysaddle, mother asked where I was going. To help kill those bears yonder. No, you are not, she said. Oh, let him go, said Washakie, and she jumped on the horse and started after the bears as
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. fter more service berries, but theywouldnt go a step. They had had bear scares enough forthat time. The Indians left the bears alone unless theycaught these animals in the open. One morning we saw two bears crossing the fifty Indians on horses started after them. I ranand got my pinto pony. When I came back for mysaddle, mother asked where I was going. To help kill those bears yonder. No, you are not, she said. Oh, let him go, said Washakie, and she jumped on the horse and started after the bears as hardas I could go. The Indians had headed them away fromthe timber and were popping arrows into them. Myhorse was not a bit scared so I ran up to one of the bearsand shot three arrows into his side. Keep back, you httle dunce, shouted the Indians,that bear wiU tear you to pieces. But the bear was too full of arrows to tear much. Helooked hke a porcupine with his quills on end. Very soonthe two bears dropped dead; but their skins were so full 66 The White Indian Boy. S. N. Leet, Jackson, WyomingA baby elk in its hiding place. of holes that they were not worth much; the meat wasnot much good either. That night the Indians had a big dance around thetwo hides. I joined in the fun and sang as loud as anyof them. They thought I was pretty daring. One oldIndian said, The little fool doesnt know any a bear once got hold of him he would not be so they gave me one of the hides and mother tanned itand sewed up most of the holes. It made me a very goodrobe to sleep in. WTiile we were in this valley another small band ofIndians joined us. The girl that had hit me with thefishing pole was with them. When she saw that theother Indians liked me so much, she wanted to make upwith me. She came around several times before shesaid anything to me, but finally one day she walked overto where I was helping mother stake down a moose hideto dry and said, Yagaki, I am sorry that I hi
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