by soldiers patrolling Middle Park from the hot springs you had always visited; your damaging some ranch equipment, disarmed by a posse, one of your band shot; maneuvered (seated there with Ouray, your eyes averted, feelings divided, thinning out), (glimpsed in one chronicle as you threaten with a buggy whip a member of the Treaty Commission of 1880), a favorite Indian campground,' says the rancher, `and I had not much more when Piah and his band paid me a visit. The squaws would come to the house and ask for sugar. when I would come back from town after dark; the dogs would bark, but the Utes paid no heed to my passing. in the teepees, and when I would dismount and go in, they would quit, and then resume activities when I left. till nearly midnight, and we could hear them distinctly at the ranch house. One time I slipped down, |