. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. in thetrail. I couldnt climb the sides of the canyon; thedevils had me trapped, and they began to close in onme with their bows and arrows ready. Only one of themhad a gun. I did not know what else to do, so I sat still on myhorse. As they came up I recognized old Tabby amongthem. This gave me some hope. Their leader, a one-eyed, mean-looking old rascal, grabbed my horses rein,and ordered me to get off. I tried to get old Tabbyseye, but he wouldnt look my way nor speak to me. TwoIndians led my horse about a hundred yards up
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. in thetrail. I couldnt climb the sides of the canyon; thedevils had me trapped, and they began to close in onme with their bows and arrows ready. Only one of themhad a gun. I did not know what else to do, so I sat still on myhorse. As they came up I recognized old Tabby amongthem. This gave me some hope. Their leader, a one-eyed, mean-looking old rascal, grabbed my horses rein,and ordered me to get off. I tried to get old Tabbyseye, but he wouldnt look my way nor speak to me. TwoIndians led my horse about a hundred yards up thecanyon and held it there, while the one-eyed Indiantalked to me. He said I had no right to cross their country. Theland belonged to the Indians, and they were going todrive the white men out of it. He took his ramrod outof his old gun and marked a trail in the road. We willbum the stations, here and here and here, he went on,jabbing the rod in the dirt. And we will kill the ponymen. With this threat he left me standing in the road, while 146 The White Indian Boy. Joe Dugouts well on old Pony Express trail, about ten miles north-east of Camp Floyd. Joe kept a way station here for the express. he, with old Tabby and the rest, walked away into thebrush and began to talk. I could not hear what theywere saying. I was badly scared. Then they made a fire. My soul! I thought. Are they going to burn me?I was just about to make a dash for the two Indians andfight for my horse; but that would have been a foolthing to do. After a while one of the Indians came up and asked meif I had any tobacco. I gave him all I had. That madethings look a little better. They had a smoke and thenOld Tabby came to talk with me. The Indians, he said, wanted to kiU me, but he wouldnot agree to it. My father, he said, was his good I must turn back and never carry the mail thereagain; for if they caught me they would surely kill menext time. But this mails got to go through, I said. Letme take it
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