The ridge beyond the Wahpeton village
bounded the view, and between this point and
his own village were the agency buildings and
the traders' stores. The Indian's keen eye
swept the horizon, and finally alighted once
more upon the home of his new neighbor across
the river, the flaxen-haired white man with
many children, who with his white squaw and
his little ones worked from sunrise to sunset,
much like the beaver family.
Ah! the distant war-whoop once more saluted
his ear, but this time nearer and more distinct.
"What! the Rice Creek band is coming in
full war-paint! Can it be another Ojibway at-
tack? Ugh, ugh! I will show their warriors
again this day what it is to fight!" he exclaimed
aloud.
The white traders and Government employ-
ees, those of them who were up and about,
heard and saw the advancing column of war-
riors. Yet they showed no sign of anxiety or
fear. Most of them thought that there might
be some report of Ojibways coming to attack
the Sioux,--a not uncommon incident,--and
that those warriors were on their way to the
post to replenish their powder-horns.
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