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CHAPTER XV. 



WHAT LITTLE HORN AND I EXPERIENCED. Chumming with an Indian chief 

 off for gold adventure with a cinnamon bear "Otter heap good medi 

 cine" reminiscences of Little Horn we journey on another mountain 

 lion fight with a bear a frightened Indian. 



On a bright September morning in the year 1878, Little 

 Horn, the scout, came to my camp, and, after partaking of 

 refreshment, invited me to smoke his peace pipe, and in- 

 formed me that his heart was good. He then told me that 

 he knew where the white man's money grew, for he had 

 seen it in a mountain. He pointed to a gold ring which I 

 wore upon my finger and said : "All the same as that." 



Little Horn was a Bannock chief, thoroughly acquainted 

 with all the surrounding country, as he had been roaming 

 through the Rocky and the Big Horn mountains for ten 

 years. I had hunted with him on several occasions, and, 

 knowing him to be a truthful Indian, thought there might 

 be something in his report. I was very busy drying deer 

 hams, but told him I would go with him to this mountain in 

 two sleeps if he wished. He was very much pleased and 

 said we should go. 



"Get heap money, buy heap ponies, have heap squaws." 

 This was his idea of the pleasures which money can pro- 

 cure. He mounted his pony and galloped down the river,, 

 his blankets and long black hair flying in the air. Two days 

 later he again made his appearance with two ponies, and a 

 little bundle containing dried venison, and I was soon ready 

 to accompany him. 



