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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 it would hardly have been less so if he had known allabout the doings of No Tongue and Yellow Head duringthe day—about their capture and release of the three miners,and their return to their mine. The morning would bring news, at all events, for To-la-go-to-de determined to dash on with all his warriors and find itfor himself. ~No Tongue is wise. He is a great warrior. Sometimeswise old warrior gets knocked on the head. Then he notcome back at all. There was a possibility, as he well knew, that the Apachesthemselves had something to do with the silence of his twopale-face friends ; but the Lipan chief was not the man to lieawake over any such thing as that: he was not even anx-ious enough to dream about them after he got asleep. Another head had been quite as busy and troubled asthat of To-la-go-to-de all that day, and Captain Skinneralso would have given something for a few minutes con^versation with them two mining fellers. He felt sure they could have given him both information
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THE RAGGED LITTLE CAPTaIN HAD RIDDEN IN ADVANCE The Talking Leaves. 147 and advice; but he said to himself, Of course they wontcome nigh our outfit. They know weve jumped theirclaim. Still, they did the friendly thing with Bill and theboys, and they sent word they didnt bear us any ill-will.Thats cause they feel sure of their own ground. Theyreon good terms with the redskins. I wish I could say wewere. Well he might, considering how many of them there werein that country, and how near to him some of them werecoming. All the way down the pass the ragged little Captain had ridden in advance of his men, carefully scanning everyrock, and bush, and tree. At last he paused at the very spotwhere Bill and his companions had had their little difficulty.He seemed to see some signs that needed studying, andhe stooped down and picked up something—only a pair ofstrong thongs of buckskin, that looked as if they had beenrecently used in tying up something. He could make verylittle out of them; but

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