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But a
prairie is not a wood. There a man may journey long, caring for
nothing but the prints his moccasin leaves, whereas in these open
plains a runner, placed on yonder hill, for instance, could see far on
every side of him, like a hovering hawk looking down on his prey. No,
no; night must come, and darkness be upon us, afore we leave this
spot. But listen to the words of the Pawnee; he is a lad of spirit,
and I warrant me many is the hard race that he has run with the Sioux
bands. Does my brother think our trail is long enough?" he demanded in
the Indian tongue.
"Is a Teton a fish, that he can see it in the river?"
"But my young men think we should stretch it, until it reaches across
the prairie."
"Mahtoree has eyes; he will see it."
"What does my brother counsel?"
The young warrior studied the heavens a moment, and appeared to
hesitate. He mused some time with himself, and then he replied, like
one whose opinion was fixed--
"The Dahcotahs are not asleep," he said; "we must lie in the grass.


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