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Title: The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Wilson, Elijah Nicholas, 1842-1915 Driggs, Howard R. (Howard Roscoe), 1873-1963
Subjects: Wilson, Elijah Nicholas, 1842-1915 Shoshoni Indians Frontier and pioneer life
Publisher: Yonkers-on-Hudson, NY : World Book Co.
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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n trying to overtake. Theyhad joined with another large band, so there were a greatmany in the camp. By the time we caught up with them,they had stopped and were unpacking, and some of themhad their wigwams set up. We rode through the campuntil we came to a big tepee where a lao-ge, good-lookingIndian was standing. This man, they said, was Washakie,their chief; I was to live with him, and he would be mybrother. An old squaw came up to my horse and stood look-ing at me. The Indians said that she was the chiefsmother and that she would be my mother, too. Theytold her that my legs were badly skinned and were verysore. Then Washakie helped me off my horse. The old squaw put her hand on my head and beganto say something pitiful to me, and I began to cry. Shecried, too, and taking me by the arm, led me into thetepee, and pointed to a nice bed the chiefs wife hadmade for me. I lay down on the bed and sobbed myselfto sleep. When I awoke, this new mother of mine brought 16 The White Indian Boy
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Off with the Indians 17 me some soup and some fresh deer meat to eat. I tellyou it tasted good. The next morning my new mother thought she wouldgive me a good breakfast. They had brought some flourfrom the settlements, and she tried to make me somebread, such as I had at home. They had no soda, nothingbut flour and water, so the bread turned out to be prettysoggy. I think she didnt like it very well when shefound I didnt eat it, but I simply couldnt choke it down.I did make a good meal, however, of the fried sage chickenand the fresh service berries that she brought with thebread. That day my mother and Hanabi, the chiefs wife,started to make me something to wear; for after I lostmy trousers, I had nothing but an old thin shirt, out atthe elbows, and a straw hat that had lost part of its brim.The two women worked for several hours and finally gotthe thing finished and gave it to me to put on. I do notknow what to call it, for I had never seen anything likeit before, but it may have be

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