. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. Where are you going? she asked me. After my horse. What for? Because I want him. When I had caught and saddled my pony I saw theboy and his father and mother with some more Indianscoming towards our tent. I jumped on my horse andstarted off. Mother called to me to stop, but I kept ongoing. I thought that if they wanted to fight they couldfight; I was going to get out of it as fast as my pintocould carry me, so I went up the river and hid in thebrush. After dark I heard the Indians calling Yagaki,Yagaki, but I would not answe
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. Where are you going? she asked me. After my horse. What for? Because I want him. When I had caught and saddled my pony I saw theboy and his father and mother with some more Indianscoming towards our tent. I jumped on my horse andstarted off. Mother called to me to stop, but I kept ongoing. I thought that if they wanted to fight they couldfight; I was going to get out of it as fast as my pintocould carry me, so I went up the river and hid in thebrush. After dark I heard the Indians calling Yagaki,Yagaki, but I would not answer them. After a while the mosquitoes got so bad in the brushthat I could not stay there, so when everything was stillI crept out, but I did not know where to go or what to sat down on a stump and tried to decide. I knew thatthere would be a racket in camp and I felt bad on accountof mother, but I was not a bit sorry for the papoose Ihad hurt; just then I almost wished I had killed had some pretty mean feelings as I sat there on the \ Papoose Troubles 59. Bur. Am. Ethnology, Smithsonian InsiautionIndian girls carrying water. stump. I was more homesick than I had ever beenbefore. It was not a very pleasant situation, I tell you, to be sofar away from home among a lot of Indians who were mad atme. I did not know but that they would kill me. I wasworried ; but after thinking the matter over I decided thatit would be better for me to go back and face the music. 60 The White Indian Boy When I got near camp I met a lot of Indians thatmother had sent out to hunt me. They said that Washakiewas also out trying to find me. When I asked them whatthe Indians were going to do to me, they said that theywould do nothing, that I had done what any of themwould have done. I told them that I was afraid that itwould start another camp fight, but they laughed andsaid it would not. This made me feel much better. When I reached camp, mother asked me where I hadbeen. I told her and she said
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