. Die weißen indischer Junge: Die Geschichte von Onkel Nick unter den Shoshones. uldnot lassen nicht mehr aus seiner Medizin Männer täuschen mit meinem Bein. Er sagte, dass er ihn nur wollte, um es zu sehen. An diesem Tag thegood Medizin Mann kam, und als er sah, dass mein Bein, heshook den Kopf und sagte, dass es ein Wunder war ich noch am Leben war, für lebhafte Zeiten 105 Der alte Medizinmann, Gift Unkraut auf sich hatte, und wenn er es hatte immer zwei Tage länger würde ich havebeen tot. Washakie geschickt für die alte Medizin Mann. Wenn hecame der Chef ihn fragte, was haben Sie doingwith dieser Junge gewesen? Er sagte, er werde alles für mich getan hatte. Ich d

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. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. uldnot let any more of his medicine men fool with my leg.He said that he only wanted him to see it. That day thegood medicine man came, and when he saw my leg, heshook his head and said that it was a wonder I was alive, for Lively Times 105 the old medicine man had been putting poison weeds on it, and if he had kept it up two days longer I would havebeen dead. Washakie sent for the old medicine man. When hecame the chief asked him, What have you been doingwith this boy ? He said that he had been doing all he could for me. I dont want any more of your hes, said Washakie. If this boy had died, I would have had you tied to thetail of a wild horse and let him kick and drag you to death.Now, go, and dont let me see you any more, for you arehated by every Indian, squaw, and papoose in this camp. We stayed in this place till my leg got nearly well, then we moved on down the river to stop for the winter.Here the fishing was good, and the white-tailed deer, ducks, and rabbits were very plentiful.. 5^^^^:-^i|T I used to like to watch him mc^ke arrows. CHAPTER FOURTEEN OLD MOROGONAI During the time that I was disabled and had to stay in thetepee, my old friend, Morogonai, would come and talkto me for hom-s. He told me all about the first white menhe ever saw. It was Lewis and Clark. When they madetheir trip across the continent, this old Indian had soldthem some horses, and had traveled with them for aboutten days, catching fish and trading them to the whitesfor shirts and other articles. Old INIorogonai was respected by all the tribe. Hehad once been a chief among the Shoshones, but nowthat he was too old to lead the Indians, he became anarrow-maker for them. I used to like to watch him make arrows. It takesskill to make a good one. Our Indians generally used theUmbs of servace-berry bushes for this purpose. Theywould cut a great many of these and leave them for ayear to dry thoroughly. Old Morogonai would tak

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• bookcentury1900
• bookdecade1920
• booksubjectfrontie
• bookyear1922