The Pioneer Boys of the Missouri; or, In the Country of the SiouxRathborne, St. George
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The Pioneer Boys of the Missouri; or, In the Country of the Sioux
Rathborne, St. George
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Missouri River -- Juvenile fiction
"And we can never forget that, sir," replied Roger, as he gave the
other a look of affection; for, during the time they had been in the
society of Captain Meriwether Lewis, they had come to admire him more
than almost any man they had ever met.
While they continued to wander around the great Mandan village, and
observe the many strange things to be seen there, they felt a sort of
impatience for the morrow to come, in order that they might hunt for
Jasper Williams.
The warriors had taken their cue from the friendly attitude of their
chief, and were disposed to welcome the palefaces who had come from the
far distant Land of the Rising Sun.
As for the squaws and younger element, they followed the boys around
wherever they went, observing their guns, their clothes, and even their
powder-horns, with the deepest interest, as though they had never
before set eyes on such wonders.
Several of the boldest Indian lads were disposed to be friendly, and
make advances, though they knew not a word of English; but then, signs
can go a great way, especially among youngsters, and it was not long
before both pioneer boys felt as if they had made good friends of these
dark-faced Mandans. The bestowal of a few little trinkets, with which
they had provided themselves, caused the most remarkable exhibition of
interest. After that the crowds following them grew larger than ever.
Hearing that the wonderful medicine-man of the tribe had been chasing
away the Evil Spirit that was making a fever come upon a sick man, the
white boys expressed a desire to see him, and, when their new friends
understood this, they led the way to his lodge, which was apart from
all the others.
Here he came, after a bit, the queerest figure either of the white boys
had ever seen in all their lives. (Note 7.)
He paused long enough to gravely extend a skinny hand to each of the
boys, and utter the one word he knew of English, just as Indians of
to-day repeat it:
"How?"
Then, as if not wishing to remain on exhibition longer, he shook
himself so that the little shells, rattlesnake rattles, dried gourds
filled with pebbles, and other articles attached to his person gave
forth, every variety of quaint sound, and vanished within his teepee.
The boys could hardly keep from laughing aloud, the old magician
looked so ridiculous in his make-up as a "doctor," who could chase
away the spell cast about a sick person by the Evil Spirit, and by
some "hocus-pocus," as Roger called it, such as lying on the invalid,
breathing into his nostrils, droning a singsong tune like nothing ever
heard before by the ears of white men, and many other silly practices.
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