Star

mbed the steep mountains so that they could look down on the tepees which seemed only tiny white spots; or they raced after a coyote acros

s little mistress, and Star's mother had warned him of the danger. Many times they paused beside the stream so that Star could thrust his

d, while she told the pony that the big, white clouds drifting slowly over them were the tepees of great warriors who had gone to the Happy Hunting Grounds, where they rode their favourite ponies al

him and said, "There is a l

rushing about, and the squaws were taking down many tepees. Some of the men were helping them roll things in buffalo robes which they tied with long thongs cut from cure

tar. At last the packing ended and the warriors, mounted on their best ponies, moved slowly away fro

r to Quannah. The chief spoke hastily yet tenderly to Songbird, who lis

he middle of his forehead. He was a jet-black pony except for this white mark which formed a pe

ing Deer, and watched Songbird,

other! Let me

the chief reply. "We go to meet men. It is safe here for th

herd was moving away from the camp,

too?" he ask

y long days. We go to fight the white men and if we find them, many warriors and ponies may never come back. You are old enough

ess who stood alone in front of the big tepee of the chief. He saw her stretch out her arms toward her father, but Quannah did not see her do it. Suddenly s

carried packs, others bore warriors, and the unmounted ponies of the herd were kept from straying by warriors who rode on either side. Not one Comanche pony had been left in the camp where the women and children now remained

the herd. You belong at the front of it, with me.

ng?" he asked aft

orders to the warriors and they do his bidding. He moves his hand and I obey the rein. That is all I know. Ponies do not need to know anythin

not forget Songbird and how she had held out her arms, then with covered face ha