Star

e pink as Star lifted his head and looked sleepily at the twe

ees, showed that the camp was not deserted. Star knew that the Comanche braves, squaws, and papooses would soon awaken a

many times while they grazed side by side or rested on the banks of the creek near the camp. Star loved Quannah, but more than all else he loved Quannah's little daughter, So

ther belongs to me, and as his mother's mother belonged to my father. Swift,

onour that was to be his when he was big enough to be ridden

dead I tell it to you. When I am dead, you shall tell it to other ponies, s

at warriors, while the girls grow to be worthy squaws and train their own sons to live with honour. So I, too, tell the story o

herds of buffaloes and thousands of beautiful antelopes shared the prairie lands with us. When the tepees were set up there were so many that they reached out

t be brought to the camp to feed the women and children. Because the Comanches are such great hunters, other tribes call them the 'Antelope Eaters.' And from the hundreds of buffaloes ranging on the p

s in battle, the ponies share the dangers with their owners. None of us has ever been vanquished. Ponies have died beside their masters, but have never deserted them. When a warrior dies, his favourite pony dies with him, that the warr

of his head as he glanced at other colts whos

eside me while I tell you the tale again, so that you will make no mistake in

alked, he nipped daintily at bits of tender grass which ma