. Die weißen indischer Junge: Die Geschichte von Onkel Nick unter den Shoshones. ng nach Süden entlang des Flusses, kam aus Thebeautiful See, bis wir eine weitere große Stream erreicht. Wenn diese beiden Strömungen kamen zusammen, sie Avery großen Fluss gemacht. Es war die Piupa oder Snake River, Whichwe vor gekreuzt hatte. Wir lagerten unsere Tipis von astream, die in die North Fork von diesem großen Fluss floss. Es war nicht sehr breit, aber es war tief und fuU von Fischen. Wir papooses hatten jede Menge Spaß, sie zu fangen. Nachdem wir im Camp gewesen war ein paar Tage, Washakietold mir, dass ich anfangen könnte brechen die Colts. Dass wasmore Spaß für

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. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. ng southward along the river that came out of thebeautiful lake until we reached another large stream.When these two streams came together, they made avery large river. It was the Piupa, or Snake River, whichwe had crossed before. We pitched our tepees by astream that flowed into the north fork of this big river.It was not very wide, but it was deep and fuU of fish.We papooses had heaps of fun catching them. After we had been in camp here a few days, Washakietold me that I might begin breaking the colts. That wasmore fun for me. We caught one, tied it to a tree and letit stand there until it stopped pulling back, then we ledit to water. We staked it out near camp and let it staythere to feed all night. The next morning I found that Icould lead it alone to water, so I thought I would try toride it. I was putting my saddle on it when mother said, Youhad better ride it bareback. I told her that I could notstay on without my saddle, so she told me to do as I liked. 54 The White Indian Boy. Howard R. Dnggs Crow Indian ponies feeding among the sage. From a photograph takennear Custer battle-field, Montana. The colt, however, objected so strongly to being saddledthat he came near getting away from me. Put a blanket over its head, so it cannot see, saidmother. I tied the broncho to a brush, threw a blanket over itshead, and mother helped me to tie it on. By this timeabout fifty kids had gathered around to see the fun.When the saddle was cinched, mother said, Now get onand I will pull the blanket off its head. I mounted carefully and then said, Let him go. Offcame the blanket and away went the horse. He whirledand sprang into the air, coming down with his head be-tween his forelegs. I went flying toward the creek, and I didnt stop till I got to the bottom of it. When Icrawled out and wiped the water out of my eyes, I couldsee that colt going across the prairie with my saddle underhis belly and kicking at ev

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• bookdecade1920
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• bookyear1922