`` I want , '' said Kate , `` a cavalry tent , a sheet-iron camp stove , and a good Indian guide -- old Peter Crow for choice . He 's such a respectable-looking old fellow , and his wife often works for us . '' The sergeant gave us the tent and stove , and sent a man down to the Reserve for Peter Crow . Moreover , he vindicated his title of friend by making us take a dozen prairie chickens and a large ham -- besides any quantity of advice . We did n't want the advice but we hugely welcomed the ham . Presently our guide appeared -- quite a spruce old Indian , as Indians go . I had never been able to shake off my childhood conviction that an Indian was a fearsome creature , hopelessly addicted to scalping knives and tomahawks , and I secretly felt quite horrified at the idea of two defenceless females starting out on a lonely prairie trail with an Indian for guide . Even old Peter Crow 's meek appearance did not quite reassure me ; but I kept my qualms to myself , for I knew Kate would only laugh at me . It was ten when we finally got away from the M.P. outpost . Sergeant Baker bade us goodbye in a tone which seemed to intimate that he never expected to see either of us again . What with his dismal predictions and my secret horror of Indians , I was beginning to feel anything but jubilant over our expedition . Kate , however , was as blithe and buoyant as usual . She knew no fear , being one of those enviable folk who can because they think they can . One hundred and twenty miles of half-flooded prairie trail -- camping out at night in the solitude of the Great Lone Land -- rain -- muskegs -- Indian guides -- nothing had any terror for my dauntless cousin . For the next three hours , however , we got on beautifully . The trail was fair , though somewhat greasy ; the sun shone , though with a somewhat watery gleam , through the mists ; and Peter Crow , coiled up on the folded tent behind the seat , slept soundly and snored mellifluously . That snore reassured me greatly . I had never thought of Indians as snoring . Surely one who did could n't be dreaded greatly . We stopped at one o'clock and had a cold lunch , sitting in our wagon , while Peter Crow wakened up and watered the ponies .
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