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AN INDIAN MAGNANIMOUS.
This morning we rode over to the camp of the Arapahoes by invitation of the chiefs Little Raven and Yellow Bear.
The air was bracing and clear; the sunlight playing on the beds of purple daisies across the fresh green prairie most attractively.
General Grierson and Captain Alvord cantered alongside on two very lean horses, while General Hazen and Mr. R— invited me into their four-mule ambulance.
The stout fatherly form of Little Raven led the way, with Yellow Bear as aid-de-camp.
Suddenly the quiet of our drowsiness was aroused by the appearance of a large grey wolf near us, over the hill.
Quickly Yellow Bear was summoned to ride after and shoot him.
Yellow Bear trotted off, leisurely at first, and then faster and swifter, till he appeared to be close upon him. He drew his arrow and brought it steadily in the bow, ready to shoot the wolf; held it so for a minute, riding rapidly the while, and then suddenly checked his pony, put up his bow, and rode leisurely back toward us, leaving the wolf unharmed.
We wondered, and asked why he did not shoot him? He said: "The wolf was sick; Arapahoe never kills sick animals."
He did not need Mr. Bergh's interference.
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