Indian offers ponies for daughter during family's trek herding cattle.
My parents moved from Texas to Missouri in April 1880. Mother went by train and took the younger children, including me, but my father went over the Chisholm Trail by wagon. He was herding cattle to Caldwell, Kansas, to market. They had two wagons, and my two older brothers and four older sisters were along. The younger two girls were 9 and 11. One had black hair and the other had blonde. After they had crossed Red River into the Indian Territory, an Indian man rode up leading two ponies.
He looked the family over, pointed to my blonde sister and to the ponies. He held up two fingers and said, "Ponies for papoose."
"No, no, can't trade papoose," said my father. Finally, the Indian left. Father stayed awake all night, fearing he might try to come back and take her.
The next morning early, the Indian was back with four ponies and tried to trade them for Sister. When he saw it was no use, he rode away waving and seemed to bear no ill will. They never saw him again, but we often called Sister "Papoose."
Mrs. C. S. Luellen
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