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OOM MMT, ZHEOS 
Whacks, the famous chief; because 
Nimrod wanted to know what kind 
of beasties lived in that region; and 
because I wanted a face to face en- 
counter with the Indian at home. I 
got It. 
The first duty of a stranger at Raven 
Agency is to visit the famous battle- 
field, three miles away; and the Agent, 
an army officer, very charmingly made 
up a horseback party to escort us 
“there. 4 Ele put me on a rawboned 
bay who, he said, was a “great goer.” 
It was no merry jest. I was nearly 
the last to mount and quite the first to 
go flying down the road. The Great 
Goer galloped all the way there. His 
mouth was as hard as nails, and I could 
not check him;; still, the ride was no 
worse than being tossed in a blanket for 
half an hour. 
