. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. g me questionsuntil I thought they would talk me to death. These were the first Indians this woman had ever seen,and she was frightened of them until she noticed how A Terrible Journey 191 glad they were to see me and how kmd they were; then shefelt better towards them. She said she was dehghted tohear me talk to them, that they were certainly a queerpeople, and that I must have been a strange boy to leavemy home and go to live with them. After I had finished my visit with the Indians weturned back over the same road. When w
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. g me questionsuntil I thought they would talk me to death. These were the first Indians this woman had ever seen,and she was frightened of them until she noticed how A Terrible Journey 191 glad they were to see me and how kmd they were; then shefelt better towards them. She said she was dehghted tohear me talk to them, that they were certainly a queerpeople, and that I must have been a strange boy to leavemy home and go to live with them. After I had finished my visit with the Indians weturned back over the same road. When we got to mothershome, Mike and his sister stayed with us three kept trying all the time to induce me to go withthem to her home in Mississippi, but my mother objectedso strongly that I would not go, although I wanted to verymuch. They would have treated me very kindly, I amsure. They even offered to share their property with me;but I thought more of my mother than I did of anybodyelse in the world and I could not leave her to make myhome among Finally ^he tame to my white mothers home CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO MY OLD SHOSHONE FRIENDS What became of your old Indian mother, Washakie,Hanabi, and the rest? This question has been askedme again and again. Did you ever see them again?What other experiences did you have with the Indians?Such queries as these have been sent to me from evenfar-off France by people who have read the first editionof my httle book. To satisfy my readers on these points and others thatmay be of interest, I have added a few more chapters tomy story. When I left my dear old Indian mother up north onPohogoy, or Ross Fork, — a place near the Snake River,— I promised her I would come back to her. That promiseI intended to keep; but I was prevented from doing soby other pressing duties, tiU it was too late. She waited a year for her Yagaki to return, then hersorrow became so great she couldnt bear it longer andshe started out to hunt me up. The
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