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Title: The master of the strong hearts : a story of Custer's last rally
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Brooks, Elbridge Streeter, 1846-1902
Subjects: Custer, George Armstrong, 1839-1876 Indians of America Historical fiction
Publisher: New York : E.P. Dutton and Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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ust a plain,svery-day white boy, out for curiosity and a holi-day, they threw all suspicion aside and welcomedhim as friend and comrade. Even Sitting Bull waxed friendly, and, throughPo-to-sha-sha, held frequent conversations with theboy as to Eastern ways and methods, until Jack atlast awoke to the fact that he was being shrewdlyinterviewed by this chief of schemers, and at once,with the mischievous spirit of a true Yankee boy,gave to the chief a ; boast that would have donecredit to an Indian warrior himself. Gall and Young Wolf were, however, Jacksespecial intimates. He trusted them implicitly andcounted upon them as his main reliance, though hehad much to say to Po-to-sha-sha. The squaw-man, in his dual character of interpreter and fellow-countryman, kept ever near the white boy, whom heevidently admired for that very pluck and push whichthis dispirited renegade seemed utterly to lack. There you are, sonny, said the squaw-man asthe two reined in their ponies on the clay ridge that
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THK CAMP OF THE UNCAPAPA SIOUX. Page 84. THE BOAST OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE. 85 overhung the valley. That s the village—fortylodges of Uncapapas, all of em Sitting Bulls ownfollowers. My tepee is somewhere thereaway, downby the river. Hold on a minute. PVaps we cansee my squaw—Mi-mi-te-ga—the moon we see—-that s her name. Pretty good woman, too, isMi-mi, if she is an Injun. I ve known lots worseout East where I came from. Whereabouts East did you come from, RedTop ? Jack inquired, divided between curiosity asto the renegades story and equal curiosity as to thevillage in the valley upon which he was gazing. The squaw-man, as usual, evaded the question. See! there s a party just in from a hunt, hesaid, pointing at a group of riders who had evi-dently caused the commotion in the camp. Goodluck, too, they ve had. There s buffalo meat andbears meat and deer meat. You 11 live like aprince, sonny, down there in the lodge. And justyou keep a stiff upper lip, too. You ve got thewar-chief on

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