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Show JAMES P. BECKWOURTH. 205 flashed her dark eye upon mine, "You have too many already," she said. "Do you suppose I would break my vow to the Great Spirit ? He sees and knows all things ; he would be angry with me, and would not suffer me to live to avenge my brother's death." 1 told her that my medicine said that I must marry her, and then I could never be vanquished or killed in battle. She laughed and said, "Well, I will marry you." " When we return ?" "No; but when the pine-leaves turn yellow." I reflected that it would soon be autumn, and regarded her promise as valid. A few days afterward it occurred to my mind that pine-leaves do not turn yellow, and I saw I had been practiced upon. When I again spoke to her on the subject, I said, " Pine Leaf, you promised to marry me when the pineleaves should turn yellow : it has occurred to me that they never grow yellow." She returned no answer except a hearty laugh. "Am I to understand that you never intend to marry me?" I inquired. "Yes, I will marry you," she said, with a coquet-tish smile. · "But when?" " When you shall find a red-headed Indian." I saw I advanced nothing by importuning her, and I let the matter rest. However, to help her on with her vow, I never killed an Indian if she was by to perform it for me, thinking that when her number were immolated there might be better chance of pressing mysu~. . We frequently shifted our camping-ground, in order to keep up with the buffalo and furnish our horses |