A thrilling and truthful history of the pony express; or, Blazing the westward way, and other sketches and incidents of those stirring times . friendly Indians would visitthe station and beg tobacco from theold trapper, but on every occasion theyoung Pawnee would try to do themsome injury. Once, when he wasonly four years old, and a party offriendly Indians as usual had riddenup to the station, the young savagequietly crept to where their horseswere picketed, cut their lariats, andstampeded all of them. At anothertime he made an attempt to kill anIndian who had stopped for a momentat the stati
A thrilling and truthful history of the pony express; or, Blazing the westward way, and other sketches and incidents of those stirring times . friendly Indians would visitthe station and beg tobacco from theold trapper, but on every occasion theyoung Pawnee would try to do themsome injury. Once, when he wasonly four years old, and a party offriendly Indians as usual had riddenup to the station, the young savagequietly crept to where their horseswere picketed, cut their lariats, andstampeded all of them. At anothertime he made an attempt to kill anIndian who had stopped for a momentat the station, but he was too little toraise properly the rifle with which heintended to shoot him. As it is the inherent attribute of allsavages to be far in advance of thewhites in the alertness and acutenessof two or three of the senses, the babyPawnee was wonderfully so. Hecould hear the footsteps of a bear orthe scratching of a panther, or eventhe tramp of a horses hoof on thesoft sod long before the old trappercould make out the slightest could always tell when the PonyExpress rider was approaching, miles 64 BLAZIXG THE WESTWARD WAY. 1)i;all.\i,a Sioux Chief Amfricax Horse before he was in sight, if in the day-time, and at night many minutesbefore the old trappers ears, whichwere very acute also, could distin-guish the slightest sound. The boy was christened LittleCayuse, because his ears could catchthe sound of an approaching horsesfoot long before any one else. In the middle of the night, whilehis white father was sound asleep onhis pallet of robes, the little Pawneewould wake him hurriedly, sayingCayuse, cayuse, whenever the PonyExpress was due. The rider, whowas to take the place of the one ncar-ing the station, would rise, quicklyput the saddle on his broncho, and beall ready, when the pony arrived, tosnatch the saddle bags from himwhom he was to relieve, and in an-other moment dash down the trailmountainward. It was never too cold or too warmfor the handsome little sa
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