A NIGHT IN THE KIOWA CAMP 



brought the old chief was showing a decided 

 improvement. 



Two women had for some time been busy cook- 

 ing a meat stew in a kettle that hung over the fire. 

 After a time I brought out and gave them some 

 coffee, sugar, and hardtack that I had brought 

 in my saddle pocket to add to the meal. After 

 lifting the big kettle off the fire, the women, with 

 a great horn spoon, ladled out a dishful of the 

 stew to each of the guests first, and then to Lobo. 



We ate hungrily. Lobo was the last one to 

 ** throw up the sponge'* and announce his perfect 

 satisfaction by a prolonged Indian grunt, and 

 then as he leaned back against a pile of bedding, 

 he added: **Muy wano!" 



Before eating I had handed a plug of tobacco 

 to Lobo, who had whittled off enough to fill a 

 great red-stone pipe and then returned the plug 

 to me. I tried to induce him to keep the plug, 

 but he declined. As Tom had intimated would 

 be the case, a number of men dropped in after 

 supper to call on Lobo and his white visitors, and 

 the big red pipe was then brought out, lit with a 

 coal of fire, and put on its travels, each taking a 

 puff and passing it to the next. 



The Indians evidently appreciated the free 

 tobacco I was furnishing, for the pipe was soon 

 smoked out, refilled, and emptied again and again, 

 till all were fully sated. After this some talk was 

 indulged in, and then the visitors went out one 



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