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Journey from to the whites. They live on the western border of 
the Kanzas 
to the Platte the State of Missouri, and in part practice agriculture, 
The 
Antelope 
but often make excursions into the country of their 
red brethren, and are there feared for their fearless- 
ness and their superior armament with guns. These 
Delawares had shot an elk, which they shared with 
us, receiving some flour in return. 
The next day we crossed the so-called “Pawnee 
trails,” a broad road made by the Pawnees, a quite 
hostile Indian tribe, in whose vicinity we now are. 
Indian roads are usually recognizable by the marks of 
their tent poles, fastened at one end on either side of 
their pack horses, and trailing on the ground with the 
other. On either side of the Pawnee trails there were 
vestiges of a great summer encampment. For in the 
summer the Indians find it often too cumbersome to 
carry their tents of skins with them, and so make at 
every place where they camp so-called summer tents. 
For this the squaws cut tree branches and wands, put 
them into the ground in semi-circle, and cover this 
little natural tent with a blanket or a hide. Several 
hundred such tents were here in the vicinity. At 
evening we camped for the last time near the Blue 
River. We had had a north wind all day long, but 
at evening the wind changed to the west, and a ter- 
rible storm arose. The gale upset all our tents, and 
the rain poured down in torrents. All we could op- 
pose to the elements was stoic equanimity. We 
wrapped ourselves in our blankets till the storm 
passed, and then stretched out around a fire. The 
