They traveled five miles through the wigwams and wickiups as they continued their journey along the old Santa Fe trail. While passing along, Overton saw six or seven small Indian boys with bows and arrows shooting summer sparrows. They picked some of the feathers and down off and were eating them raw, with the blood running down their cheeks. The old squaws, who had babies or papooses, had them strapped on a board and carried them on their backs. They were playing with deer and squirrel tails. Just outside the Indian camp, an old Indian and a squaw were stationed by the roadside and as each teamster would pass by he would step up and say, “How, how Kineknicky, Kineknicky, Pooh! Poo!” wanting smoking tobacco.
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