This apparently satisfied him, but
he did not put his gun back on the floor, but let it rest across his
knees all the time he sat there. And that was for the longest
time--and never once did he change his position, turn his head, or, as
we could see, move an eyelid! But nevertheless he made one feel that
it was not necessary for him to turn his head--that it was all eyes,
that he could see up and down and across and could read one's very
thoughts, too.
The Indian from whom we bought Powder-Face--his name is Dog, you will
remember--has found us out, and like a dog comes every day for
something to eat. He always walks right into the kitchen; if the door
is closed he opens it. If he is not given things he stands around with
the greatest patience, giving little grunts now and then, and watches
Farrar until the poor soldier becomes worn out and in self-defense
gives him something, knowing full well all the time that trouble is
being stored up for the next day. The Indian never seems cross, but
smiles at everything, which is most unusual in a savage.
With the white cavalry is a classmate of Faye's, Lieutenant Isham, and
yesterday I went out to camp with him and rode his horse, a large,
spirited animal. It was the horse's first experience with a side
saddle, and at first he objected to the habit and jumped around and
snorted quite a little, but he soon saw that I was really not a
dangerous person and quieted down.
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