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Title: The talking leaves : an Indian story
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Stoddard, William Osborn, 1835-1925
Subjects: Indians of North America Children Conduct of life Friendship Hunting Outdoor life Fathers and daughters Reading Apache Indians
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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Rita! whispered Ni-ha-be; they ought to beburnt. Rita was gazing at the face of old Murray, and did notsay a word in reply. Come, said Red Wolf; the great chief is waitingfor us. And then he added to Murray and Steve, The lodges of the Apaches are open to their friends.You will come ? Steve, you had better say yes. It may be a lift for you. I will come some day, said Steve, quickly. I dontknow when. The white head must come too. He has the heart ofan Apache, and his hand is strong for his friends. We mustgo now. He looked at the three miners for a moment, as if he dis-liked leaving them behind, and then he bounded upon hispony, and the two girls followed him swiftly down the pass. Was he not handsome, Rita? Ni-ha-be was thinking of Steve Harrison, but Rita replied, Oh, very handsome! His hair is white, and his face iswrinkled, but he is so good. He is a great warrior, too.The bad pale-face went down before him like a small boy. His hair is not white, it is brown as the hair of a young
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The Talking Leaves. 129 buffalo. His face is not wrinkled. He is a young brave.He will be a chief. Oh, that other one! I hardly looked at him. I hopethey will come. I want to see them again. Red Wolf rode too fast for them to say much, and he didnot pause until he reached the very presence of Many Bearsand his counsellors. There were already signs, in all directions, that the campwas beginning to break up, as well as tokens of impatienceon the face of the chief. Where go? he said, angrily. Why do young squawsride away when they are wanted ? Ni-ha-be was about to answer, but Red Wolf had his ownstory to tell first, and he sternly bade her to hold her tonguetill he had made his report. It was eagerly listened to. Pale-face enemies so near! Who could they be ? Whitefriends, too, ready to fight for them against other white men,and send them warning of danger! That was more remark-able yet. A trusty chief and a dozen braves were instantly orderedto dash into the pass, bring back the three

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