bloodless revolution, and that the squaws were in charge of the
government, and Pa was "it," but I could see the Carlisle Indian
whispering to the Indians, and it seemed to me I could see signs
of an uprising, and when the Indians had the supper dishes washed,
and all seemed going right, and the squaws were rejoicing at being
emancipated, just as the sun was setting, every Indian pulled out
a bull whip and began to lash the squaws to their tents, and some
young braves grabbed Pa and removed the leopard skin cloak, and
the elk's teeth necklace, and tied his hands and feet, and carried
him into a circle made by the Indians. I asked the Carlisle Indian
what was the matter, and he said, pointing to some wood that had
been piled at the roots of a tree: "The great white father is
going to be tried for inciting a rebellion among the squaws, and
the chances are that before the sun shall rise tomorrow your old
dad will be broiled, fricasseed and baked to a turn." I went up
to Pa and said: "Gee, dad, but they are going to burn you at the
stake," and Pa called the cowboy, and told him to ride to the
military post and ask for a detail of soldiers to hurry up and put
a stop to it, and then Pa said to me: "Hennery, it may look as
though I was in a tight place, but I place my trust in the squaws
and soldiers," and Pa rolled over to take a nap.

[Illustration: The Horse Stumbled, Throwing Pa Over His Head and
Killing the Wolf]




CHAPTER III.