“Me no afraid,” he exclaimed and almost laughed as he spoke.
“You’re improving, Deerfoot. You’ll be all right soon,” laughed Robert as he slapped his Pottowattomie friend heartily on the back.
“Come on, Bob,” urged Joseph. “It’s time for us to be leaving. There goes Black Hawk.”
The four friends turned to look and saw Black Hawk being led away down the street. Two soldiers walked on each side of him, while with head still held proudly erect the aged warrior marched silently on and thus passed from the sight of John Mason, Deerfoot, Robert and Joseph forever.
THE END
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
- Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling.
- Archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as printed.