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قراءة كتاب The War Trail
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THE WAR TRAIL
BY
ELMER RUSSELL GREGOR
AUTHOR OF "THE WHITE WOLF,"
"RUNNING FOX," "WHITE OTTER," ETC.
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
NEW YORK :: 1924 :: LONDON
COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
CHAPTER | PAGE | |
I. | A Courier from the West | 1 |
II. | Off on the War Trail | 13 |
III. | The Council Fire | 30 |
IV. | Away into the North | 44 |
V. | Sioux Scouts | 56 |
VI. | The Lone Rider | 68 |
VII. | Smoke Signals | 75 |
VIII. | A Close Call | 87 |
IX. | Anxious Moments | 101 |
X. | Rebellious Ponies | 115 |
XI. | An Unusual Adventure | 128 |
XII. | An Encounter with the Flatheads | 147 |
XIII. | A Clever Stratagem | 158 |
XIV. | The Blackfeet Camp | 167 |
XV. | A Perilous Reconnaissance | 181 |
XVI. | Off with the Ponies | 197 |
XVII. | Hotly Pursued | 207 |
XVIII. | The Stampede | 224 |
XIX. | Trailing the Runaways | 236 |
XX. | Safe at Last | 251 |
THE WAR TRAIL
CHAPTER I
A COURIER FROM THE WEST
The sun was setting behind the western rim of the plain, as White Otter, a famous young war-chief of the Ogalala Sioux, drew near the low ridge of foothills which he had been approaching since daylight. He was bound on a hunting expedition for deer, having promised to kill a fat young buck for his grandfather, old Wolf Robe, the aged Sioux chief.
White Otter approached the timber with his usual caution. He knew that the forest often concealed foes as well as game, and he determined to take no risks. He rode slowly toward the cover, therefore, watching for the slightest warning of danger. He was within easy arrow range of the woods when his pony suddenly stopped and snorted nervously. White Otter instantly became alert. Drawing his bow, he slid to the ground, and sheltered himself behind his pony. Then for some time pony and rider watched the forest.
A loud crackling of undergrowth, and a number of soft, bounding footfalls told him the cause of his alarm. He had startled a deer from its feeding ground at the edge of the plain. Convinced that the place was free of foes, he mounted his pony, and rode to the edge of the timber.
This range of heavily timbered foothills was a favorite hunting ground of the Ogalalas, and White Otter had visited the locality many times. He was entirely familiar with the usual haunts of game, and knew the location of every spring and salt lick. Once in the timber, therefore, the young Sioux rode slowly along a well-worn game trail which brought him to a small grassy park in the dip of the hills. A little