“How old were you when you left home?” he went on.
“Nearly twelve.”
“Were you stolen away or did you come to us of your own accord?” was his next question.
I told him that I ran away; nobody forced me to come; but two Indians coaxed me and gave me my pinto pony.
He then told me that I might go. When I got back to our tepee mother and Hanabi wanted to know what had happened, and I told them.
That night the council was continued in Washakie’s tepee. The War Chief asked me some more questions. He wanted to know how the Indians treated me, and why I ran away from home.
I told him that I had been treated just as well by the Indians as I had ever been treated by the whites, and that I ran away because I was tired of herding sheep alone. Besides, I wanted the pinto pony and the only way I could get him was to go with the Indians, so I went.
“Have the Indians kept their promises with you?” the War Chief asked.
“They have done everything they said they would do,” I told him; “I haven’t any fault to find with them.”
