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Title: Two arrows : a story of red and white
Year: 1886 (1880s)
Authors: Stoddard, William Osborn, 1835-1925
Subjects: Indians of North America Indians of North America
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers

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them. He would besure to meet them on their way, returning, and could tellthem to be on their guard, and very little more could bedone for them. Long Bear finished his speech of explanation, andthen, without a moments pause, he gave the order tobreak up camp and prepare to march, carrying with themevery pound of provisions. Not one moment was to belost in gaining such protection as might be had from thegood position of the miners, and from the fact that theywere pale-faces of some importance, and from the othergreat fact that they were all good riflemen. There washardly anybody in the band, old enough to understandwhat an Apache was, who did not fully appreciate theforce of the chiefs argument, and every squaw did herbest to hasten the departure. Lodges came down, ponieswere packed, children were gathered, warriors and bravesand boys completed their preparations for fighting; theBig Tongue declared his readiness to kill a large num-ber of Apaches, and One-eye was compelled to abandon
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A Midnight March. 199 forever all the bones be bad buried since the people hebarked for had settled upon the bank of that river. There was a good deal of quiet and sober efficiency inspite of the excitement. Two Arrows had further ques-tions to answer from quite a number of his elders. Hewas furnished with one of the best ponies in the drovein acknowledgment of his services. He was now, also, tofigure as a kind of guide, and he did not once think of ormention the fatigue of his long, hard ride. He very will-ingly ate, however, the whole of a buffalo steak, broiledfor him by one of the squaws, and felt a good deal betterafterwards. He almost felt that he had earned a rifle,or at least a pistol, but well knew that it was all in vainto ask for one, when the supply was insufficient to armall the braves who were a full head taller than him-self. Still, it was a magnificent thing, at last, to ride out atthe head of the cavalcade, by the side of a tall warrior, asthe one boy of all that band

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