My Boyhood and Touth 



neighbor told us he had seen an Indian riding 

 fast through the woods on a horse that looked 

 like Nob. But we could find no farther trace of 

 her until a month or two after she was lost, 

 and we had given up hope of ever seeing her 

 again. Then we learned that she had been taken 

 from an Indian by a farmer at Green Lake be- 

 cause he saw that she had been shod and had 

 worked in harness. So when the Indian tried 

 to sell her the farmer said: "You are a thief. 

 That is a white man's horse. You stole her." 



"No," said the Indian, "I brought her from 

 Prairie du Chien and she has always been 

 mine." 



The man, pointing to her feet and the marks 

 of the harness, said : "You are lying. I will take 

 that horse away from you and put her in my 

 pasture, and if you come near it I will set the 

 dogs on you." Then he advertised her. One of 

 our neighbors happened to see the advertise- 

 ment and brought us the glad news, and great 

 was our rejoicing when father brought her 

 home. That Indian must have treated her with 

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