. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. but it wouldnt do them any goodto kill me. If they did, the soldiers would soon followand kill the last one of them. Working on the Indian Reservation 205 We are not afraid of the soldiers, he retorted. Wewould rather die fighting than starve. Well, I repUed, if you kill me, you will kill one ofthe best friends the Indians ever had. But nothing I could say seemed to make any differencewith old Sagwich. He was determined to carry out histhreat. If he had his way I knew he would do it. Theother Indians, however, were not so de
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. but it wouldnt do them any goodto kill me. If they did, the soldiers would soon followand kill the last one of them. Working on the Indian Reservation 205 We are not afraid of the soldiers, he retorted. Wewould rather die fighting than starve. Well, I repUed, if you kill me, you will kill one ofthe best friends the Indians ever had. But nothing I could say seemed to make any differencewith old Sagwich. He was determined to carry out histhreat. If he had his way I knew he would do it. Theother Indians, however, were not so devihsh. One ofthem gave me some fresh elk meat, and I went back tomy camp. Things looked rather black for me that only hope was that the other Indians would not standby old Sagwich. If the worst came, I had determined to sell my life asdearly as possible. The Indians held a council that kept close watch till morning, but as no one offeredto harm us, we began to feel a httle easier. After sad-dling our horses, I told Suarki I was going over to have. Dt. T. M. BridgesAt the Indian agency; squaw with papoose in Indian cradle. 206 The White Indian Boy another talk with them, and instructed him that if theymade a move to kill me, he should leap on my horse andstrike for home to tell the Indian Agent. Old Sagwich was so sulky he wouldnt even speak to other Indians, however, acted better. They saidnothing of what had been decided, but that day theypacked up and took the trail towards home. We followedthem. On our way down the river we came upon one ofthe Indians fishing. He told me about the council. OldSagwich was stubborn in his determination to kill me,but the rest wouldnt consent and he had to give up hisbloody plan. This experience made me feel that my job was toorisky for the pay I was getting. The Agent wouldntraise my wages, so I quit him and went back to my homeat Oxford, Idaho.
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