Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War (1908) (14782786513)

Identifier: abrahamlincolnba03newy (find matches)
Title: Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War
Year: 1908 (1900s)
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Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Generals Generals
Publisher: (New York, N.Y.) : (The Century Co.)
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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of Texaslaw so long that one cannot blame them forbeing suspicious of the magistracy. The firstquestion a Comanche asks of a white strangeris, Maybe so you Texas cowboy ? to whichI always assure them that I am a Kansas man,which makes our relations easy. To a Co- for the race, and the throng moves to somelevel plain near, where a large ring is formedby the Indians on horseback. An elderly Indian of great dignity of pres-ence steps into the ring, and with a gracefulmovement throws his long red blanket to theground and drops on his knees before it, to re-ceive the wagers of such as desire to make them.Men walk up and throw in silver dollars andevery sort of personal property imaginable. AWinchester rifle and a large nickel-plated Coltsrevolver are laid on the grass near me by acowboy and an Indian, and then each goesaway. It was a wager, and I thought theymight well have confidence in their stakeholder—mother earth. Two ponies, tied head andhead, were led aside and left, horse against
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manche all bad men are Texas cowboys,and all good people are Kansas men. At the scout camp I was allowed to sketchto my hearts content, and the people displayedgreat interest in the proceedings. The morning of the Fourth of July foundMr. Jones anfl me in the saddle and on theway to the regulation celebration at the agencybelow the post. The Fourth of July and Christ-mas are the white mans big Sundays to theIndians, and they always expect the regularhorse-race approjjriations. Jhe cavalrymencontribute purses and the Indians run theirponies. Extra beeves are killed, and the redmen have always a great regard for the bigSundays. /\s we approach the agency it is the hour horse. No excitement seemed to prevail. Nearme a little half-Mexican Comanche boy be-gan to disrobe until he stood clad only in shirtand breech-cloth. His father addressed somewhispered admonition and then led up a roanpony, ))rancing with impatience and evidentlyfully conscious of the work cut out for him thatday. With a