But Faye had to get it out for the
chief, who had sat there smoking in such an innocent way, but who had
all the time been studying out where there might be hidden some
"whisk!" Wauk drank almost all of it, Powder-Face seeming to derive
more pleasure in seeing her drink his portion than in drinking it
himself. Consequently, when she went out to mount her horse her steps
were a little unsteady, over which the chief laughed heartily.
It was with the greatest relief I saw them ride away. They certainly
had furnished entertainment, but it was of a kind that would satisfy
one for a long time. I was afraid they might come for dinner again the
following day, but they did not.
Powder-Face thought that the pony Cheyenne was not a good enough horse
for me, so the morning after he was here an Indian, called Dog,
appeared with a very good animal, large and well gaited, that the
chief had sent over, not as a present, but for a trade.
We let poor Cheyenne go back to the Indians, a quantity of sugar,
coffee, and such things going with him, and now I have a
strawberry-roan horse named Powder-Face.
Chief Powder-Face, who is really not old, is respected by everyone,
and has been instrumental in causing the Arapahoe nation to cease
hostilities toward white people. Some of the chiefs of lesser rank
have much of the dignity of high-born savages, particularly Lone Wolf
and his son Big Mouth, both of whom come to see us now and then.
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