. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. d. Thenshe went back and made excuses for me. They took him up to a high cHff and put him in acrevice with his bedding, a frying pan, an ax, his bow andarrows, and some dried buffalo meat. After this theycovered him with rocks. When they got back to camp,they let out the most pitiful howls I ever heard. I joinedthem too, just as loud as I could scream, as if I was themost broken-hearted one in the camp, but it seemed sofoolish to keep up this howhng, as they did for five got so hoarse I could hardly talk. But I did fe
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. d. Thenshe went back and made excuses for me. They took him up to a high cHff and put him in acrevice with his bedding, a frying pan, an ax, his bow andarrows, and some dried buffalo meat. After this theycovered him with rocks. When they got back to camp,they let out the most pitiful howls I ever heard. I joinedthem too, just as loud as I could scream, as if I was themost broken-hearted one in the camp, but it seemed sofoolish to keep up this howhng, as they did for five got so hoarse I could hardly talk. But I did feel sorry for his poor mother. She wasreally grief-stricken. She cut off her hair close to herhead. I asked mother why she did that. She said thatall mothers did it when their oldest boy died. After ourmourning was over, she would still weep bitterly andsometimes scream out her sorrow. We next moved down the Big Hole River to where thetown of Mehose is now situated. We stayed here forabout two weeks, then went on till we came to where the 86 The White Indian Boy •. The Snowy Moons 87 Big Hole empties into the Beaver Head River and formsthe Jefferson FUver. Here we did nothing but fish. The buffalo were notfat enough to kill, and besides, we had all of the driedelk and deer meat we wanted. It was a beautiful placeto camp, and we had the finest of grass for our horses. I broke a few more colts, two for mother and four forWashakie. Our horses by this time were getting fat andlooking fine, but my little pinto was the prettiest one ofall. Hardly a day passed but some Indian would tryto trade me out of him. One Indian offered me two goodhorses if I would swap, but I thought too much of thepony to part with him even for a whole band of was just as pretty as a horse could be. Our next journey took us a long way northeast,Washakie said that we were going where the buffaloeswere too many to coimt. After about a week of travel,we reached the north fork of the Madison Fliver, ab
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