By James Willard Schultz
James Willard Schultz first encountered the Blackfeet Indians in Montana Territory in 1877 while he was once seventeen. In time, he married a Blackfeet girl, shaped shut friendships with many within the tribe, and lived with them on and off for the following seventy years till his dying. Why long gone these occasions? is predicated on his reports one of the Blackfeet, who gave him the identify Apikuni. Apikuni’s adventures comprise taming a wolf, raiding in previous Mexico, and stalking a black buffalo. even supposing Schultz used to be neither historian nor ethnologist, he stuffed his tales with Indian background and specified descriptions of Blackfeet way of life and tradition.
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They had started to run toward me, but that stopped them, and they went ’way back and started to climb to the 47 WHY GONE THOSE TIMES? top of the hill. 1knew if they should get up there that they would surely kill me, for they would be in easy range and could see me plainly from there. 1 prayed then. 1 didn’t quite give up. 1 called on my dream white man for help. 1had only three cartridges left, and thought 1would save them for the last round. As I was looking up over the edge of the coulee 1 saw them stop climbing.
My horse fe11 and sent me rolling until 1 brought up against a boulder. I wasn’t hurt, only scratched in places, nor did the fa11 break my gun. But it was different with the horse. One of his fore legs was broken, and the ball that was intended to bring down meat sent his shadow to the sand hills. Red Plume was lucky. Down on the leve1 he killed three fine young bulls. He is a fine shot on horseback and a very quick reloader. The three animals 1ay within the length of a hundred steps. He felt as badly as 1did over the loss of my horse.
Al1 this time 1 felt very uneasy. 1 kept looking up at the top of the hill, then down below. My heart felt heavy, yet 1 could see nothing to be afraid of. 1 left my horse and went down and began to cut up the bull. The ravens came al1 around me, flying close to my head, and calling out, and some lit on the ground so close 1 could see their eyes. 1 took out the tongue and then skinned down one side and took out the entrails. Then 1 got so uneasy 1 couldn’t stand it any longer, and, leaving the tongue and all, 1 went back to my horse, and had put my foot in the stirrup to get on and ride home, when the thought struck me that 1 was a foolish coward.