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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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d riders. Those who had now but one horse had pr,obably worn outtheir first mount and turned him adrift by the way-side, tobe picked up, Indian fashion, on the way home. When a plains Indian leaves a horse in that way, and doesnot find him again, he tries his best to find some other manshorse to take his place. More than sixty Indian warriors, all in their war-paint,armed to the teeth, with knives, revolvers, repeating-riflesof the best and latest patterns, and each carrying a longsteel-headed Mexican lance. Not a bow or arrow or war-club among them. All suchweapons belong to the old, old times, or to poor, miserable,second-rate Indians, who cannot buy anything better. Thefierce and haughty Lipans and Comanches, and other warliketribes, insist on being armed as well as the United Statestroops, and even better. What could a cavalryman do with a lance ? About as much as an Indian with a sword ; for that is oneweapon the red men could never learn the use of, from KingPhilips day to this.
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The Talking Leaves, 13 It was luncheon-time with that Lipan war-party, andthey were hard at work on their supplies of dried venisonand cold roast buffalo-meat. Their halt would not be a long one in a spot where therewas no grass for their horses, but they could hold a councilwhile they were eating, and they could listen to a speechfrom the short, broad, ugly-looking old chief who now stoodin the middle of the circle. To-la-go-to-de will not go back now till he has struckthe Apaches. He has come too far. The squaws of hisvillage would laugh at him if he rode through the moun-tains and came back to them with empty hands. That was the substance of his address, put again andagain in different shapes, and it seemed to meet the ap-proval of his listeners. There is nothing a Lipan brave is really afraid of exceptridicule, and the dread of being laughed at was the strongestargument their leader could have used to spur them forward. Once, indeed, he made another sharp hit by pointing tothe spo

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