. Il bianco ragazzo indiano : la storia di Zio Nick tra gli Shoshone. Il resto della folla,ho potuto sentire la papooses urlando come un pacco di youngcoyotes. Qual è l'uso di nascondere e rendendo tale racket.^ho chiesto. Se i corvi hanno orecchi possono hearthis rumore per cinque miglia, la madre ha detto che non vi era alcuna differenza per il Crowsdid non osano entrare in la spazzola dopo di noi. Sono i corvi come vigliacchi di grandi dimensioni come la nostra indiani.^ Iasked. Ella ha detto che erano. Quindi non vi è alcun pericolo, ho detto; abbiamo avuto meglio vai a dormire. Non è passato molto tempo prima che abbiamo sentito Washakie chiamata per noi tocome indietro. Vi ho detto; anot

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. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. rest of the crowd, I could hear the papooses howling like a pack of youngcoyotes. What is the use of hiding and making such a racket.^I asked. If the Crows have any ears they can hearthis noise for five miles, Mother said that it made no difference for the Crowsdid not dare to come into the brush after us. Are the Crows as big cowards as our Indians.^ Iasked. She said that they were. Then there is no danger, I said; we had better goto sleep. It was not long before we heard Washakie call for us tocome back. There, I said; another scare is over with no Crowsat all. I shall never hide again. When we got to camp we learned that a few Crows hadchased some of our Indians and had fued a few shots atthem, but nobody had been killed, and not even a horsehad been stolen. About fifty of our young warriors werefollowing the Crows; but I knew that they would neverovertake them. The next day we packed up early and hit the trailpretty hard. For several days we headed south. We 72 The White Indian Boy. A Long Journey 73 left the Piupa. or Snake River, and crossed over themountains. Finally we came to a place called Tosaibi, which I learned later to be Soda Springs, in southeasternIdaho. We could not use the water of these springs, so wewent on a short distance and camped on a good-sized riverwhich the Indians called Titsapa; tiiis was the Bear River. They said that this stream ran into a big salt lake thatreached neaily to my old home. That started me tothinking about my dear father and mother, my brothersand sisters I should Uke so much to see, and I could feelthe tears running down my cheeks. Mother saw themand came and sat down by my side. Yagaki, she said, I fear you do not like to livewith us. WTiy do you say that.^ I asked. WTiat are you crying about? I told her that I was thinking of my white mother. Am I not as good to you as your own mother.^ sheasked. I told her that she was. But I could not help wantingt

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