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Show I 4BO ATJTOBIOGI~APHY OF "Were you in such a battle?" asked another. "Yes." " Did you see such a warrior fall ?" "Yes." " Did he fight strong like a brave?" " No, he did not fight well." "Ugh! he was no brave; he deserved to be killed." In battle every warrior has his personal device paint-ed on his shield, chosen according to his fancy. My "armorial bearing" was a crescent, with a green bird Letween the horns, and a star on each side the field. I described my novel device, and there was a great movement among them, for most of them distinctly recollected that shield, and I saw myself rising in their estimation. Their brave hearts rejoiced to have a true warrior before them, for they esteemed me as brave as themselves. One of their great chiefs, named the Bob-tailed I-Iorse, arose, and asked me if I remembered the battle on Pole Creek. I replied that I did. " You killed me there," he said, " but I did not die ; " and he pointed out two scars upon his chest, just below the lower rib, where the balls from my gun entered, and which must have killed any body but an Indian. " Where did I hit you ?" he asked. " Ugh ! " said I ; " you missed me." Old Bark then said, "Warrior, you killed me once too : look here;" and he withdrew the hair from his right temple, and I saw that his cheek had been badly torn, and his ear was entirely missing. "But," he added, "I did not die. You fought bravely that day." Had I gone among the Pawnees, the Siouxs, or many other tribes, and held this talk, I should have been - • |