Identifier: talkingleavesind00stod (find matches)
Title: The talking leaves : an Indian story
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Stoddard, William Osborn, 1835-1925
Subjects: Indians of North America Children Conduct of life Friendship Hunting Outdoor life Fathers and daughters Reading Apache Indians
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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ore noon he was able to say, The backbone of the pass is miles behind us, Steve. Allthe rest of the wayll be down hill, or kind of up and down. aUp and down it was, but they had barely advancedanother half-mile before Steve exclaimed, There they are, Murray ! There they are ! What a valley it is, too! But, Steve,they dont mean to stay there. A spy-glass ? I didnt know you had one! How do youtell that they wont stay ? The glass ? Its a double one. Some army officer own-ed it once, I suppose. I got it of old Two Knives himself.Nobody knows how it came to him. Look through it. Steve had seen such things before, but had known verylittle about them. He did not even know how very good aglass that was with which he was now peering down uponthe camp of the Apaches. See the lodge-poles lying there—in a dozen places ? Theyve put up some lodges. If they meant to stay theyd put up the others. No usefor us to go back. The Lipans are coming along fastenough so long as the Apaches are on the move.
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The Talking Leaves. 97 v> But how can we get any farther ? We cant ride rightthrough them. I should say not; nor over them either. But if wecan get into that pine-forest over there on the north slope,without being seen, we can ride around them. Ill risk it, Murray. So will I3 Steve. Id never let you try a thing like thatalone. I could do it. Perhaps. And youll have a good many things of thatkind to do before you reach the settlements; but I guessIll go with you this time. Youd better go with me all the way. Murray said nothing, but he sprung from his horse, andSteve imitated him. Men on foot wrere not so likely to be seen from theApache camp. There was nothing in or about that camp which Murraydid not carefully study through his glass, and it showed himwhat was going on more clearly and perfectly than even thewonderfuly keen black eyes of Ni-ha-be had shown it allto her, from almost the same spot, the day before. Its a hunting-camp, Steve, but its a very strong party. Too strong fo

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