When We Got Out About Fifteen Miles On The Road, An Apache Indian
Appeared, And So Suddenly That It Seemed As If He Must Have Sprung Up
From The Ground.
He was in full war dress - that is, no dress at all
except the breech clout and moccasins - and his face and whole naked
body were stained in many colors in the most hideous manner.
In his
scalp lock was fastened a number of eagle feathers, and of course he
wore two or three necklaces of beads and wampum. There was nothing
unusual about the pony he was riding, except that it was larger and in
better condition than the average Indian horse, but the one he was
leading - undoubtedly his war horse - was a most beautiful animal, one
of the most beautiful I ever saw.
The Apache evidently appreciated the horse, for he had stained only
his face, but this had been made quite as frightful as that of the
Indian. The pony was of a bright cream color, slender, and with a
perfect head and small ears, and one could see that he was quick and
agile in every movement. He was well groomed, too. The long, heavy
mane had been parted from ears to withers, and then twisted and roped
on either side with strips of some red stuff that ended in long
streamers, which were blown out in a most fantastic way when the pony
was running. The long tail was roped only enough to fasten at the top
a number of strips of the red that hung almost to the ground over the
hair.
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