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He said also that he was a Piegan and on a visit to some Cree friends. This was one of the many proofs that we have had, that no matter how good an education the Indian may receive, he will return to his blanket and out-of-the-pot way of living just as soon as he returns to his people. It would be foolish to expect anything different. But those Cree Indians!
As they were crossing the river I jumped off my horse and took my spear and stabbed one of the Crees between the shoulders. He had a spear and I took that away from him. I jumped off my horse again, and just as I returned there was a Cree who raised his gun to fire at me. I ran over him, and he jumped up and grabbed my horse by the bridle.
No care if squaw and pappoose die from hunger. Bad! bad! But some day p'raps Running Elk go back and make change. Wait! wait! No sleep on trail!" Already was Frank beginning to see behind the mystery. For some cause this old brave and his immediate family had been chased out of the Cree village, many miles to the northwest.
"Since a certain Bucky Nome passed that way, one of them has gone into the South." "Well, two, then," said Breed, who had not caught the flash of fire in the other's eyes. "But I tell you there ain't a one here, Steele, not even an Indian and that dirty Cree, Jack, is doing the cooking.
About an hour after leaving camp they suddenly came upon two bullboats that were descending the river swiftly, in each of which a trio of Cree Indians sat or knelt, wielding the paddles after the deft manner of those with whom the art has become second nature.
Back and I were present when an old Cree communicated to Mr. Prudens that the Indians spoke of killing all the white people in that vicinity this year which information he received with perfect composure and was amused as well as ourselves with the man's judicious remark which immediately followed, "A pretty state we shall then be in without the goods you bring us."
It is very near. Hark, Neekewa! Was that not a sound out on the water?" "I think it was the wing of a duck, Yellow Bird." "And that!" she cried swiftly, her fingers tightening still more. "That sound as if wood strikes on wood!" "The croak of a loon far up the shore, Yellow Bird." She drew her hand away. "Neekewa, listen to me," she importuned him in Cree.
In the year 1660 two French pathfinders and fur traders, Medard Chouart des Groseilliers and Pierre Esprit Radisson, men of Three Rivers, came back from the region west of Lake Superior telling wondrous tales of a tribe of Indians they had met a Cree nation that passed each summer on the salt waters of the Sea of the North.
Up Lone Moose some twenty-odd miles from the lake the social instinct had drawn a few families, pure-blooded Cree, and Scotch and French half-breeds, to settle in a permanent location. There was a crescent-shaped area of grassy turf fronting upon the eastern bank of Lone Moose, totaling perhaps twenty acres. Its outer edge was ringed with a dense growth of spruce timber.
Mahkatayihkoonayai replied Yes, there is la Riviere Champignon, a little beyond. The Earl said There, that will be the limit. Then he asked Senna the Cree Chief, who said No, I do not want agriculturists, I only want traders! The Earl said Do you think you will ever see your trader again? The Earl added Then you do not wish to get a load of powder, a knife or a steel from settlers?
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