. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. Shoshone squaws on pinto and buckskin I jumped on my horse and away we went. CHAPTER THREE OFF WITH THE INDIANS The night came at last when we were to leave. Justafter dark I slipped away from the house and startedfor the bunch of willows where I was to meet the I got there, I found two Indians waiting for meinstead of one. The sight of two of them almost mademe weaken and turn back; but I saw with them mylittle pinto pony and it gave me new courage. They hadan old Indian saddle on the pony with very rou
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. Shoshone squaws on pinto and buckskin I jumped on my horse and away we went. CHAPTER THREE OFF WITH THE INDIANS The night came at last when we were to leave. Justafter dark I slipped away from the house and startedfor the bunch of willows where I was to meet the I got there, I found two Indians waiting for meinstead of one. The sight of two of them almost mademe weaken and turn back; but I saw with them mylittle pinto pony and it gave me new courage. They hadan old Indian saddle on the pony with very rough rawhidethongs for stirrup straps. At a signal from them, I jumpedon my horse and away we went. Our trail led towardsthe north along the western shore of the Great Salt Indians wemted to ride fast. It was aU right atfirst; but after a while I got very tired. My legs beganto hurt me, and I wanted to stop, but they urged me alongtill the peep of day, when we stopped by some very saltsprings. I was so stiff and sore that I could not get offmy horse, so one of them hfted me off and stood me onthe ground,
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