. Die weißen indischer Junge: Die Geschichte von Onkel Nick unter den Shoshones. Rest der Masse, ich konnte hören, wie die papooses geheult wie ein Pack von youngcoyotes. Was ist die Verwendung von Ein- und Ausblenden einer solchen Schläger.^", fragte ich. Wenn die Krähen alle Ohren Sie hearthis Lärm für fünf Meilen haben, kann die Mutter sagte, machte es keinen Unterschied für die Crowsdid nicht wagen in die Bürste nach uns kommen. Sind die Raben als großen Feiglinge wie unsere Indianer.^ Iasked. Sie sagte, dass sie es waren. Dann gibt es keine Gefahr, sagte ich; wir hatten bessere gehe zu schlafen. Es dauerte nicht lange, bis wir hörten Washakie Anruf für uns tocome zurück. Es, sagte ich; 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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