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What have you to say? Let the white man speak first, as he was the last to join us." Cecil rose and pictured in the common Willamette tongue, with which he had familiarized himself during his long stay with the Cayuses, the terrible results of disunion, the desolating consequences of war, tribe clashing against tribe and their common enemies trampling on them all.
You Siwashes are spoiled by people who don't know any better than to pay what you ask. That's all you'll get from me. Your time's worth nothing, and your cayuses rustle for themselves." And Simon accepted this ultimatum with resignation. "All right," said he. "You my tillikum; Tom my tillikum. S'pose you catch hiyu grubstake."
"Yet the will of Nanawa must be done, but not by a Shoshone. We will give him plenty of squaws and dogs; we will bring him slaves from the Umbiquas, the Cayuses, and the Wallah Wallahs. They shall grow the corn and the tobacco while we hunt; while we go to fetch more slaves, even in the big mountains, or among the dogs of the south, the Wachinangoes.
"I don't know, but I wants to ask yu how yu got mine," replied Mr. Travennes. "Yu tell me how mine got out an' I'll tell yu how yourn got in," countered Mr. Cassidy. Mr. Connors added another to his collection before the captain replied. "Out in this country people get in trouble when they're found with other folks' cayuses," Mr. Travennes suggested. Mr.
"'Specially a hitchin'-rail. Git your rope on a hitchin'-rail and I reckon that hitchin'-rail would never git away from him." "He's broke right," reasserted Young Pete. "He's none of your ornery, half-broke cayuses. You ought to seen him when he was a colt! Say, 't wa'n't no time afore he could outwork and outrun any hoss in our bunch." "How old be you?" queried Annersley.
Little Bear explained that they were afraid, because they thought the camera a bad spirit. As the little band moved off toward the north, Chief Little Bear came and grasped my hand and said, "You have always been my friend, good-bye." As they rode away with all their worldly goods packed on a few poor cayuses, I could not help contrasting their present condition with that of thirty years ago.
"Four, five cayuse stop," Simon answered. "Mebbyso four, five, man stop." "Well, four or five cayuses must have left a trail of some kind. You find it. Follow catchum. Find where they live their illahee, where they hang out. You get that?" Simon nodded and went to his horse. Farwell frowned at the lone moccasin track, and, lifting his eyes, beheld Simon in the act of mounting.
"If yuh ain't got anything to do but lay in the shade of a rock and yawp, we'll borrow your cayuses. You ain't needin' 'em, by the looks!" They squirmed around until they could stare into two black gun-barrels and then their hands went up; their faces held a particularly foolish expression that must have been amusing to the men behind the guns.
There was no speed to be gotten out of those cayuses, which was what Luck meant to show on the screen; for this, you must know, was the painting of one grim phase of the range-man's life. The Native Son spurred his horse and got a lunge or two that settled presently to the same plodding walk.
"An' where is the marshal?" "You'll find him down the back way a couple of hundred yards; can't miss him. He allus hangs out there when there are cayuses in town." "Good for him! I'll chase right down an' see him; an' when I get that piebald !" The bartender watched him go around the corner and shook his head sadly. "Yes; hell of a lucky town," he snorted bitterly, listening for the riot to begin.
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