. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. unting grounds, said the WarChief, if there are ten thousand of them. The Fierce Battle 91 The Indians painted up in grand style. They drewblack streaks all over their faces to make themselves lookfiercer, and then we got ready and started forward. Wehad not gone far when the squaws were ordered to warriors went on and passed over a small ridge outof our sight. Pretty soon we heard shooting, then an Indian cameand told us to go back until we came to good water andstay there until we heard from the chief. They arefig
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. unting grounds, said the WarChief, if there are ten thousand of them. The Fierce Battle 91 The Indians painted up in grand style. They drewblack streaks all over their faces to make themselves lookfiercer, and then we got ready and started forward. Wehad not gone far when the squaws were ordered to warriors went on and passed over a small ridge outof our sight. Pretty soon we heard shooting, then an Indian cameand told us to go back until we came to good water andstay there until we heard from the chief. They arefighting now, he said. We had hardly reached the stream of water before wesaw Indians come up on the hill and then disappear,then come in sight again. They seemed to be fightingfiercely, and they were yelling to beat Old BiUy. Theyhad not been fighting over an hour before half or twothirds of them were on top of the hill and slowly comingdown the side towards us. The squaws began to cry and say that the Crows weregetting the better of our Indians and were driving them. A Shoshone brave {iort Hall, Idaho). Dr. T. M. BriOgts 92 The White Indian Boy back. They kept coming closer and closer to us. WhenI looked around I saw that the squaws were getting theirbutcher knives; they were ready to fight if they had I noticed that our men were not coming towardsus any longer. I could see Washakie on his big buckskinhorse dashing around among the Indians and telling themwhat to do, and very soon the dri\Tng turned the otherway; they began to disappear over the ridge agedn, andI could tell that our Indians were beating the Crows. We could teU the Crow Indians from ours, for theyhad something white over one shoulder and under onearm, and they wore white feathers in their hair. Therewere about fifteen hundred Indians engaged in the fighton both sides, as the battle ground covered quite a pieceof country. We could see a good many horses runningaround without riders. I beheve that the squaw
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