. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. here until about the middle of May. Thebig fish they had told me about began to come up theriver. And they were really big ones; two of them madeall the load I could carry. They must have weighedthirty or thirty-five pounds each. Mother and Hanabidried about two hundred pounds of these fish. I after-wards learned that they were salmon. The first thatcame up were fat and very good, but they kept comingthicker and thicker until they were so thin that they werenot fit to eat. After a while we moved camp again, going down theriv
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. here until about the middle of May. Thebig fish they had told me about began to come up theriver. And they were really big ones; two of them madeall the load I could carry. They must have weighedthirty or thirty-five pounds each. Mother and Hanabidried about two hundred pounds of these fish. I after-wards learned that they were salmon. The first thatcame up were fat and very good, but they kept comingthicker and thicker until they were so thin that they werenot fit to eat. After a while we moved camp again, going down theriver a httle farther and then up a deep and rocky canyonwhere there had been many snowslides during the crossed over snow that had come down in these sHdesthat was forty or fifty feet deep and was as hard as was not very much timber in the canyon, and theclifis were very high. Years afterwards very rich goldmines were found in this place, a mining camp was started,and great quartz miUs were built.^ 1 Virginia City, Montana. 84 The White Indian Boy. The burden bearer - Lee MooThouse?Squaw carrying wood. As we left the canyon, we climbed a very steep moun-tain for about two miles, and then went down throughthick timber until we came out on to a beautiful prairiecovered with the finest grass I had ever seen. Off tothe left was a deep canyon where one fork of the BigHole River headed, and here we camped for a long Indians killed a great many black-tailed deer andantelope and dried the meat. I think Washakie and Ikilled seventeen while we stayed here. Our next move was down to the forks of the river, wherewe stayed three or four weeks to give the women time to tanthe deerskins. It was fine fishing in the Big Hole River. The Snowy Moons 85 While we were staying here, one of the War Chiefs \boys was accidentally shot and killed. Oh, what cryingwe had to do! Every one in camp who could raise ayelp had to cry for about five days. I had to mingle mygentle voice
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