human
Pigeon Feet, had resisted the blankets and Bibles of civilization. For years the trails leading to their camp were marked by the bones of teamsters and broken wagons, and the trees were decked with the drying scalp locks of women and children. The boldest of military leaders hesitated to attack them in their fortresses, and prudently left the scalping knives, rifles, powder, and shot, provided by a paternal government for their welfare, lying on the ground a few miles from their encampment, with the request that they were not to be used until the military had safely retired. Hitherto, save an occasional incursion into the territory of the
gpt
Knock-knees,
human
Young Man who Goes for his Teacher, and
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He Lifts the Hair of the School Marm. He was said to be small and exceedingly youthful in appearance. Indeed, his earlier appellative,
human
He Wipes his Nose on his Sleeve,
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Pigeon Toes.