Crow Indians -- Fiction; Indian captivities -- Fiction; Western stories; Yellowstone River Valley -- Fiction
My faculties were so shattered at that time that I
cannot quite recall all that happened. The Indians did not fire at me,
nor did they appear from behind the trees. Growing weary of these
antics, and feeling it was best not to prolong the situation, I worked
my way toward them. If before this I had been frightened, when I came
near two or three of these savages, and could look at them, it was
easily seen that they were out of their minds. They were prepared for a
man, but not for me. Straightening up, I walked directly to one of them
and glared into his eyes. If I looked as wild as I felt, I do not wonder
at his amazement. He dropped his gun, and bawled out in his native
tongue, which, of course, at that time I did not understand. I answered
in a soft voice, which chimed in well with his harsh howling. Presently
the others came and gathered round me. I spoke in a declamatory manner
for a long time, and one of them addressed some broken English to me.
That man was Half-Moon, whom you know; there is French blood in him, and
he had been with the traders, where he had picked up barely enough
English to make himself understood.
"He asked me if I was a man, and I said, 'No, I was sent here by the
Great Spirit.' I pointed to the sky, and then patted the earth, saying I
lived in both places, and that when I had seen them kill white men I had
come out of the ground to tell them that the Great Spirit was angry, and
that they must not do it again. Oh, when I saw the weather clearing
before me, I piled in my trumps; I remembered an actor named Forrest,
whom you do not know, of course, but he had a way with him which I
copied most accurately.
"The upshot of it all was that I gained their confidence, and felt they
would not molest me so long as I could retain it. It was impossible for
me to get out of their country, for there was no place in the world that
suited me better. All of my worldly possessions were here, and once over
the shock of the encounter, I did not especially value my life. You know
the rest; no Crow comes near me, or even into this particular locality,
except for reasons of Church and State. They have been good to me, and I
mean to return it in so far as I can by my superior understanding of the
difficulties which beset the tribe. My crooked back served me its only
good turn then."
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